Feb 8, 2013

Journaling & On & On

Tracie's blog is inspiring me to post something from MY journal in high school. I don't have it with me, so I'll just paraphrase.

Blah blah blah blah why don't the girls I like like me back/like me as much as I like them? Blah blah blah cancer sucks blah blah gotta have faith blah blah blabbity blah I'm going to be famous someday blah blah blah cancer blah blah art and poetry blah blahblarg blah girls blah blah blah blah blah video games.

That's pretty accurate actually, laugh if you must. I think to an extent everyone could similarly sum up the majority of their diaries/journals in high school (and before and after). However, I do think journaling is very important, yet I haven't done it in years. I'm not going to say I don't have time for journaling, because I do. The problem is I'm not making time for journaling, for reasons such as: 1) I sort of "journal" in writing to my missionary brother-in-law/from-another-mother every week as well as other friends I'm trying to keep in correspondence with. I'm mostly as open with them as I'd be with myself, so I don't see much of a need for it. I think journals are valuable, and I think it's sad that the art of journaling is sort of lost along with the art of letter writing, when the great minds of our lifespans are published, it won't be the Letters of Neil Gaiman, it will be the emails of Neil Gaiman, the blog of Stephen King, etc. etc. While cool, it's somewhat sad. Writing isn't meant to be written on a keyboard and viewed on a screen. And yes I do see the irony/hypocrisy in where I'm saying this. I don't want to muse too much about what is lost vs. what is gained with the internet, I'm a couple years too late and think it's mostly amazing, I just hope it doesn't mean an end to writing as a craft done by hand with pen & paper.

My blog is a journal, but all I've been using it for is to post about school and to post design updates I'm working on. And to lament the fact that that's what I now use my blog for.

Instead of posting what I've done, I'd like to journal for just a bit on what I'm looking forward to: Going on a Valentine's getaway with my Valentine, going to see "Noises Off" with her in Provo, (she's never seen it. :)) in March. Seeing the Hush Sound come to Utah, (they're one of my favorite contemporary bands who had broken up a couple years ago, then got back together likely because they realized they made a lot more money that way, I mean because of the FANS! ;)) But the thing I'm looking forward to most is GRADUATING in APRIL and LOOKING for a new JOB, likely ONE as a GRAPHIC DESIGNER!!!! I'll likely let you know how that goes. I've been interviewing for additional internship opportunities, one has met with me and called me back, the others haven't responded at all except one I applied for about 3 months ago randomly contacted me. Anyhoo, that's all I got for now, Peace, but not literally.


Charlo said...

I'm pretty sure none of that was in my journal

Ammon said...

Blah blah blah blah we've all been there. Blah blah blah blah words of encouragement. Blah blah blah blah witty insight. Blah blah blah blah neatly wrapped up conclusion.

Austin said...

@Charlotte: but hopefully you can sum it up similarly.

@Ammon Blah blah thanks blah blah you crack me up blah blah blah.

Heather Mae the DIY Gal said...

blah blah lol! That was pretty funny! That is pretty darn accurate for a teen boy! (seeing how I have two of them now...)

I like your new updated look for your blog..been awhile since I visited.

Christa Jeanne said...

I thumbed through my high-school journal (which actually somehow lasted me through all four years - I usually plow through a couple each year, and I'm NOT a daily journaler by any means!), and... it was a physically painful experience. No, no papercuts - the CRINGING!!! Ohhhhhhh, the CRINGING!!! High-school Christa was so boring, boy-crazy, and lonely. Thank heavens adult Christa is way more fascinating. Wonder if that's why I fill journals more quickly (and interestingly) now? Much as I'd love to burn that stupid book, I guess it does document teenagehood... for better or worse.