My real journal is one that my parents gave me when I turned 8. They even gave me a pencil to write in it with! The reason I remember that is because I wrote about it during my very second journal entry (It was a real cliffhanger). And since I am so committed to writing, there are over half of the pages still waiting to be filled with my snippets of wisdom. The journal doesn't close all the way because it is so crammed full of "artifacts" that will someday, after I lose my mind, spark a memory!
My first journal entry. I was 8 and the spelling
and penmanship were both marvelous!
I love to write poetry, and so my other journal, or what I consider to be a journal, is an old beat up notebook that the pages are falling out of. Each paper is filled with words, scribbles, corrections and random thoughts waiting to be put together. Looking at those pages is probably a lot like what it would look like if you could see my mind... Scribbles, doodles, thoughts...
So, don't give up on me! I'm trying to be more committed, I'm just waiting for something to happen that will be worth your time to stop by and read!
-Mandie

I think you are awesome! I enjoy your blog. It must run in the family because I am horrible about writing in my journal. Guess I better work on that. Love you, Mandie!!
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