Journal

There must be something wrong with me.

While other women collect cute normal things like shoes and handbags, I collect....journals. Lots of journals. Piles of journals.   

I Vacuumed the Carpet for This Picture!

I use a classic black composition journal to chronicle all the books I've read, along with my rating and assessment for each. My notes are sometimes disjointed, sometimes run-on (ok, very run-on).  And since I don't have spell check built into my writing hand, my comments are fraught with spelling errors and scratch-outs (I actually used to know how to spell once, before spell check).

I HATED this book. Sorry Lauren.

Here are a bunch of journals I just purchased from my beloved but soon-to-be-gone-forever Borders store.  They are a bit fancier than the kind I typically purchase, but I will forever link them to my *sniff* last Borders shopping experience (along with the unusual overstock of baby blankets and the weird lady with the twitchy eye who grabbed the last journal from the shelf before I could). 

Ba-Bye Borders

This is the journal I am using to write my novel. I can't show you any inside pages, on account that my novel is ToP sEcreT. 

Does This Look Like A Future Best-Selling Author's Notebook?

I can however show you what I have written in my food diary journal.......

How Much Water A Day Am I Supposed to Drink?

(I did think about writing a bunch of healthy stuff down, to you know, impress you guys with my masterful ability to eat nutritious, high quality foods, but I figured you would all recognize my blatant fib.)

This is my catch-all journal. A lot of different things are written in this journal. I love the design on this journal, especially the expressions on the black cat and panda. 

This Notebook Could Get Me In A LOT of Trouble If I Lost It

So this is what moves me when I drink wine on my deck at dusk, while staring at the clouds... 

Ed Hardy Called, He Wants His Skulls Back

(Yes the clouds reminded me of skulls.  What can I say?  It was probably the wine guiding my sketching.  And apparently a giant mosquito was buzzing around me too.) 

Carl Hiaasen is one of my favorite authors. In my humble opinion, no one else can create characters as fun or colorful.  He also uses words in his novels I am unfamiliar with, so I usually write them down in my catch-all journal and then look them up later. (Does anyone else do this, or am I a complete lone lunatic?) 

For The Record, I Actually Knew What Insipid Meant

My catch-all journal sometimes serves as a diary.  Here's one of my random entries. Note, I am not proud of my initial response upon learning I was chosen to this highly esteemed position. 

I May Have To Pull This If I Ever Plan on Being A Room Mom Again

(By the way, my diary entry reads: "First action of being a room mom: ignoring the phone call informing me I was a room mom, while the family was around." Which translated for you means that not only did I refuse to pick up the phone while the head room mom was leaving me a message informing me I was selected, but I wouldn't let anyone else answer either. And the whole family was home. And near the phone. Oh, and I also laid down on my couch in despair and uttered the word 'shit' during her message.)

This beautiful journal I had to own is 100% faux Italian metallic alligator leather, made of course, in China. 

I Think I Have Shoes That Match

I bought this journal because I thought the design was sort of cute and it was on CLEARANCE. Although looking back now, going from $3.29 to $2.50, doesn't seem like such a great deal after all. 

I Calculated The Savings at About 22%. What A Crappy Clearance Price.

And the last journal I will highlight is one I knew I wouldn't use often because the spine was too big, however I just could not resist that bunny and his sentiment..... 

I Wish I Had A T-shirt Like This

So, does anyone else have a journal fetish?