For about five years I kept a journal of one page per day every day. I have about five or six books. It was never anything important. I was able to keep it up until half way through my foundations year. I became distracted by other things and I did not get back into it. I think it is about time for me to start again.

Crane Necklace

I go through fazes of drawing flowers. It becomes addictive. I can't stop until I have filled the page and given myself a headache. To further challenge myself, I started making a book of flowers. Each page has a different word or statement on it, mixed into the flowers. I finished about 10 pages but then I lost the pen I was using so I couldn't finish until I got a new one. When I finally got a new pen, I was done drawing flowers and I couldn't start again.

Can you read it?

I took enameling last year and I started working on a series of medals for losers. They have sayings like "you might be improving...maybe," "they'll be cheering for you...someday," and "don's worry about them...you're winning against yourself." On the backs there are magic 8-ball sayings--"it could happen, "maybe next time," and "try again later." At the time, I was all cheering on the people that never quite get to where they wanted to go. Sadly, I never finished them.

It is now time to begin sorting.

For a while, I was writing poetry--if it could really be called that. It started out as a rhyming game between me and a friend during a particularly boring math class, and throughout the semester, it built up to the point where the was an exchange of epic poems being passed back and forth in an attempt to best each others' rhyming capabilities. It was a nice push and pull that was created, although not particularly productive because neither of us passed the class.

I am having trouble figuring out where to go from here. This is a new experience for me and I am not sure what to do.

For most of my life, I have had a need to collect anything and everything. I have always had some sort of plans to do something this accumulation of stuff, but I have never really followed through with it. Recently though, I have been going through and deciding what I need to keep and what needs to go. Instead of throwing the stuff away, I have started making books full of the junk, in a mostly failed attempt to create something pleasant from the chaos.