I wanted to post pictures...but I haven't taken any good ones lately.
I wanted to write a really interesting/intelligent blog post, but I haven't done much interesting stuff lately or thought any intelligent thoughts to blog about.
I went journal shopping!
(end-of-journal syndrome is the worst--I have things I want to journal about but I don't want to be halfway through a thought when I run out of space, so then I don't journal, which means I don't think a lot about me and God...journal constipation? Therapeutic journal shopping works kind of like therapeutic journalling or therapeutic shopping...) Except my new journal is just the same as the last one, in a different colour. I like it enough to write in it, but it's just boring that it's the same. I hope it will be less boring when it has some interesting/intelligent writing in it...
I wanted to bake cookies (therapeutic procrasti-baking...for old times' sake I guess. There really isn't a lot of time left for me to therapeutically procrasti-bake. Three weeks and a couple days...) but I'm too lazy to go buy eggs. Maybe at some point I'll walk over to the store. Now would be the best time.
I'm excited to find out what the paper I'm writing will end up being about. It's got a really good introduction so far...now it just needs a thesis and a purpose and things to say.
I counted. There are now 23 references to ME.
I'm going to stop now.
I wanted to write a really interesting/intelligent blog post, but I haven't done much interesting stuff lately or thought any intelligent thoughts to blog about.
I went journal shopping!
(end-of-journal syndrome is the worst--I have things I want to journal about but I don't want to be halfway through a thought when I run out of space, so then I don't journal, which means I don't think a lot about me and God...journal constipation? Therapeutic journal shopping works kind of like therapeutic journalling or therapeutic shopping...) Except my new journal is just the same as the last one, in a different colour. I like it enough to write in it, but it's just boring that it's the same. I hope it will be less boring when it has some interesting/intelligent writing in it...
I wanted to bake cookies (therapeutic procrasti-baking...for old times' sake I guess. There really isn't a lot of time left for me to therapeutically procrasti-bake. Three weeks and a couple days...) but I'm too lazy to go buy eggs. Maybe at some point I'll walk over to the store. Now would be the best time.
I'm excited to find out what the paper I'm writing will end up being about. It's got a really good introduction so far...now it just needs a thesis and a purpose and things to say.
I counted. There are now 23 references to ME.
I'm going to stop now.
3 comments:
Woah! That's weird: I'll explain.
I did procrasti-baking today...except that it was kinda needed too...for Amy's dessert evening tomorrow.
I also know how you feel about the journal thing. I have to have a nice new book if you want to feel like journaling, or it I'm almost done one, I have to get a new one quick or I don't want to journal, or I cut my thoughts way too short...and I don't think about God or me or anything if I don't journal. So journaling is key. Thanks for your inspiration in that:) You got me started on that!
And I think way too much about me. When you said that at the bottom, it made me think of what Sarah did devos on at LW last night.
LMAO! "Journal constipation" -nice!
yeah good one eh. SOO true. (kinda looks a little like saying NO to God)
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