I remember my first journal. I thought, that in order to keep it completely accurate, one had to write about everything they did for the day. From what they wore, to who they talked to, to what TV shows they watched. It was funny to sit back and read about the boy's I swore I was in love with in the 4th grade.
Now, I barely write at all. Half of what I write doesn't make any sense. My problem is that I just can't seem to remember what I want to write about. I spend half my time thinking "This would be a good thing to blog about!" but when I sit down in front of my computer...nothing.
I got nothing. but my nails look cute! (Heather painted daisies across the white part)