#firstjournalentry

[helena-nada]

01/01/2019

Journaling 

Foreward I’ve decided to give this journaling thing another try so here goes nothing. I’m very familiar with journals and have kept one in the past albeit never for too long. It can actually be quite difficult to remain consistent with entries especially if your goal is to maintain and keep one over a sustained period of time. And I honestly believe there’s no point in keeping one if you’re not journaling consistently. And consistent doesnt mean every day ofc. I know people who journal two times a week and others every two weeks etc. I personally would like it to become a daily habit. So here’s to hopefully being consistent this time round; because I truly enjoy the reflective nature of it and just the idea of jotting down and recording your daily perceptions, experiences and feelings; it’s great to look back on and track progress. 

So, first entry of the year:  Today was a pretty meh day. I’d say I started off rather weak (late morning) and finished strong. As I’m on holidays at the moment; most days are spent reading a range of things; articles, essays, books etc. I try to get a certain amount of reading done each day and I only feel accomplished and good about myself when I finish off the day having met those goals I have set for myself. I’m not too harsh on myself, but because I have all the time in the world and practically do nothing else; I do expect myself to meet those goals. I still have to work on the getting up early thing though. This is something that I started towards the end of last year and have been mostly successful at. I’d be in bed by 10 and up without the aid of an alarm by 6. I’ve fallen off a bit and need to get back on it because getting up early? nothing beats it.  Anyway, I know this entry is a little over the place. I promise the future ones will have more structure. It’s the end of the day and I was about to wrap up and go to bed-then remembered I had to journal...and instead of just pushing it aside and saying tomorrow. I really want to stick to my goals. The length will also vary....I’m not going for essay length journal entries....just as much as I can and I’m willing to write. I feel journals should not be bound or dictated by numbers; just go with what feels right. Write as much as you feel you need to and then call it a day. 

Well...that’s all for today. Signing off. 

Goals for this year:

1. Do well at my final year in college.

2. Smash my reading goals and write as often as I can. 

3. Sleep and wake up early. 

4. Grow my hair longer and look after my skin. 

5. Grow spiritually and as a person. 

6. Do something outside of my comfort zone. (Can be just one thing) 

7. Remain grateful always and filled with gratitude. 

[anniecam1]

May 30- 31 1974

I’m sitting here at the kitchen table watching my watch turn slowly from 30 to 31 when in actuality it’s 12:03.

Out of high school - a strange feeling. 

Being with ... yesterday - then going to see ... . One came over today, tonight I saw the other. Same type of thing. ... cares - ... cares. 

The things I say - I’m not sure whether or not they’re true.

Heard a song and thought BRIGADOON. I was right. Came back and now I”m watching it.

[hum-i-am-blog]

June 30, 2015- 566CCD

This is my personal journal and thoughts on things.

I am a 20 year old male from Los Angeles, CA. I will be attending my last year at university in the San Francisco area come this September. I study economics and philosophy and have no idea what I’m doing with my life. I’ve attended private catholic schools my entire life as my parents are both Roman Catholic, but I don’t consider myself religious in any institutional or organistational sense. I am overweight but not obese and I don’t find myself particularly attractive. However, I am fairly athletic and always have been. I love playing basketball and quiditch when I can but don’t care for watching sports (this should be in some post eventually.) Few things come easily to me. One is book smarts. I earn high marks in my classes and always have. I love learning and have always been a curious person. If there’s something to learn, I’m asking. I think the world is fascinating but the people terrifying.

I was born in Los Angeles to my Mexican, Angelino Mother and my Angelino, American father. I grew up without issue as it were, a token childhood. All my grandparents and extended family like my aunts, uncles and cousins all got along swimmingly. I went to private catholic school, was an altar boy until 13, participated in track, volleyball, football, and basketball and quite popular and happy in middle school. High school I went to a private, catholic, expensive, exclusive high school. All boys. I wasn’t Popular or exceptional at this school, but I enjoyed it. I used to blame the school for the terrible time I had there, but hormones definitely played a part as well when I look back on it. College rolled around and I decided to attend a university in the bay area. All is good now, as good as things get I suppose.

As I said, a token childhood and life. No complaints. No problems. No childhood.

This is the life I present to people when prompted. I am really good at hiding things. Ive always hid things as long as I can remember. I live a life of secrecy and discretion. Rarely am I truthful with people, and lying is a large part of my life.  This is part of why I want to write a journal and do this project. I lie to myself on the regular. I need to come clean. I want to come clean.

The other reason I’ve decided to write this is to write down and discuss things. Social justice, hypocrisy, world events and just things I observe in the world and just anything. I just want to write down thoughts and my reflections on them.

I can be dramatic and abrasive at times. Forgive me, reader. This project is to express my internal mono/dialogue.

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[emilybekkemawritinginliterature]

Saturday Afternoon

I just finished my first week of school. I am so happy to be back, but at the same time, I am very sad because it will be my last year here. As I woke up today, a blast of light covered my view. As the light vanished, I realized that this year, I must be responsible for planning my future. The future is such a scary thing to think of. Especially when I have not had my cup of coffee in the morning. As I think of the future, I hope that I will be able to stay in touch with the friends I have made at my school.  It's so hard to think of it now, because we have just started. But I do not want to regret not spending enough time with my friends! In order to have the best/ last year ever, I have compiled a list of things that I must do (this list will continue to grow as the year progresses): 

-Get to know other people in my school

-Make more plans with my friends

-Clean my room

-Start kickboxing lessons

-Learn a new language

-Eat with different people from time to time

-Call my friends who live out of town

-Start writing letters to said friends

-Catch up with my friends (not from school) on a weekly basis

-Stop avoiding my cousin's calls

-Read biographies (because people are awesome, and it's cool to learn something new about them!)

-Go hiking for the whole day

-Learn how to cook Asian Cuisine (because it's the bomb~)

-Walk my dogs! (Because it's healthy! Even if they do look cute when they are fat) 

-Spend the day with a friend that I have not talked to in a while. 

-DO SOME YOGA BECAUSE YOGA HELPS RELIEVE STRESS AND IT ALSO HELPS YOUR POSTURE!

For now, I think I will grab a cup of Chai Tea and continue to day dream~!

Doei~ 

[journalinfinity8]

April 27, 2014

This is my first entry on this social network. 

But of course, not the first time I have ever made an account on one of these social networks, but it is the first time that I will use it for good.

I figured with what I have been experiencing lately, typing about what I have been feeling lately will not only help me ease my mind, but it will also help me figure things out. I have decided to stay anonymous and just write about the things that I feel. Of course, you have probably figured out that I am a girl who is on her 20s, which in this case you are right. 

I am 20 years old, and I am at that age where almost just as everything, every single choice will affect your future whether it is good or bad. 

Typing things out and then maybe going back to read them in the near future will in fact help me see how much I either grown and learned or have not learned anything at all and have failed that future me. 

Anyways to cut this short, hopefully I can keep up with this and everything I feel at the moment and type about it right away. 

So hear from me soon :) 

-Badger out. 

[thisismorgantaylor-blog]

The idea of refuge

has been on my mind.  Especially now, what with bare walls and empty desks; cluttered floors and one more final to go.  Patched relationships, new beginnings, and missed chances.  Something throbs in my chest much like yearning.

I have always longed to live in a glass house.  I picture it clearly in my mind, molding and reshaping it daily, as I change.  The honesty is undeniable.  That's what gives it beauty.  Peering in, gazing out.  Everything would have to be in place inside this transparent home.  Clean.  Honesty forces one to become better; to clean up behind oneself and organize.  But these days I feel as though I've been trying to live in a glass house, claiming honesty, transparency, clarity...Clinging to it, convincing myself I am clean.  I stand in the center and dare my neighbors to throw stones at it, for its virtue makes it indestructible.  But even the most insignificant pebble nicks and scratches the fresh glass; taps on my heart, constantly reminding.  

No, there are no secrets, no lies, no illusions here.  But a glass house, however virtuous and elegant, begs for trouble.  And I don't know if I'm strong enough to withstand.  But the alternative is...undesirable.  So I'll live in my glass house, my dream home.  But I'll hide it away in some quiet corner of the world.  In the woods or mountains, I don't care.  So long as this place gives me clarity and I find something to give in return.

Sitting and smiling, the sun always at the ideal angles.  Everything will shine and create shadows and look like pictures from a book.  And the breeze will venture freely throughout the house, combining the smells of a warm dinner and delicate sweets and fresh fruit with pine needles and wild grass and cool, trickling water.  The bedsheets will all be white and cool and airy, yet warm and comforting once embraced.  Yes, a glass house would force one to clean and remove and welcome.  Decisions would be obvious, but the realization that they do not matter--and that it does not matter that they do not matter--will be found.

And hopefully someone will join me in my glass refuge, someone I've been looking for for as long as I can remember.  Someone with challenging eyes and a mind to match.  But it seems this would just be too good to stumble across; too much to ask for.  So I'll live in my glass castle in solitude, hidden from those capable of trajectory.  Eyes slightly blurred, I'll place a small mirror beside me to feign company.  And together we will look out at the vast world and say, "Ah, how lovely it all looks from here."