A Journal Entry

The other week Inktopia did this interesting journal meme, which I thought was really cool.  But I didn’t participate because I don’t journal anymore.  I used to.  I loved it.  I would seat by one of the college water fountains and write every day.  It got to the point that not only did my friends and teachers know where to find me but that random strangers would stop and talk to me, to tell me how neat it was that I wrote every day.  But life happened.  Babies happened, so I slid my journals away with the promise that my best friend would burn them when I died because no one needs to know how silly I was, how stupid I was, how horny I was as a young woman.  Basically if my boys find them, I might die of embarrassment.

 

 

‘Bout ten years old, hide and seek
I found me in the closet
Ready or not I stumbled on
And opened up that box of
Yearbooks, letters, black and whites
A hundred, maybe more
Next thing I know my brothers and me
Got ‘em scattered on the floor (Yeah)

There was one of her, flippin’ the bird
Sittin’ on a Harley
And a few with some hairy hippie dude
Turns out his name was Charlie
Her hair, her clothes, her drinkin’ smokin’
Had us boys confused
I’ll never forget the day us nosey kids got introduced

To Mama, ‘fore she was Mama
In a string bikini, in Tijuana
Won’t admit she smoked marijuana
But I saw Mama, ‘fore she was Mama

-Clay Walker “’Fore Mama Was Mama”

 

 

 

But I digress.  In the comments, Ink decided that we should publish an entry.  So I plan to anti up and force her hand.  A random journal and a random entry.

 

 

 

3/18/01

 

        It’s a beautiful day.

                Sun shine

                Not too hot, not too cold

                A cool breeze.

 

        Spring returns; we dance to welcome her gentle presence

                more gentle in some areas.

                        like here.

 

        I don’t want to do my school work because I would rather enjoy the day.

        Honoring it as we all should

        Breathing in its beauty, glory.

        Enjoying each day like the last.

 

        How do you take each day like it is your last if you must prepare for the future,

                doing all those mundane things that keep the world turning?

                bills, schoolwork, grocery shopping.

        I guess you have to make the most of it all,

                finding the worthwhile moments,

                                        movements.

        Drink in it all like some precious liquor.

 

        I feel relaxed.

                        Like a cat waking from a nap,

                realizing I can just lay here to watch the world go by.

        But will I be content to just watch?

                Most likely not.

        Only in my outside human existence was I content.

                Those never last long.

        I need activity,

                        to stretch my muscles,

                        to push my mind.

        Seize the day.

        Seize the night.

 

Only Monica and I were excited over having more powerful jaws than sharks.

        Because we know we’re amazing.

        Everyone else laughs, calling it useless information.

        But we are so wonderful, complex, powerful, beautiful.,

        Humans are awe-inspiring.

        What animal is as beautiful as we?

        With the self-realization of that beauty.

        We are unique.

        Why is it a joke?

        Monica was so excited, just like me, with a mouth gasping for air, eyes filled with awe, power, excitement.

        We are the princes of the universe.

 

 

 

 

And yes, I wrote like that.  Yes, I do think I’m a nerd.

6 Responses to “A Journal Entry”

  1. Ink Says:

    Ok, so not only are you braver than I, but you also write poetic journal entries! If you think I’m going to put up one of my boring chronicles after your lovely, elegant entry…well, I’m afraid! You’re so cool…

  2. pinnythewu Says:

    I love it.

  3. Ink Says:

    You should do the journal meme even though you’ve taken a little break from it! Pllllllllease? 😉

  4. Gibby Says:

    I don’t think you are a nerd. Awesome entry!

  5. theperfectlyimperfect Says:

    I, too, used to journal in my pre-mama days. Such a luxury to sit next to that fountain, yes? Beautiful entry.

  6. faemom Says:

    Ink~ Lovely? Elegant? *snort* hardly. I started to write that way in my sophmore year. But I could have easily found a boring entry about school work or worse yet about the boyfriend I wish I could forget. Come on, publish an entry. Do I have to bug you every day?
    pinny~ Thanks!
    Gibby~ I guess I failed to mention that I learned about the shark fact sneaking into a Physiological Psychology class, which was meant for upper level psych majors. 🙂 See, nerd.
    Perfectly~ Thanks. Don’t you miss those days when you could waste some time?


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