I love journals. I have many. The lil’wrekker always gets me one for presents. Other folks do as well. I recieved 3 for Christmas.
I cracked one open to begin writing in it today. I filled the first page. Nice paper. Love me some good paper.
I stopped to do other things (;)).
Ate.
Cleaned up.
Did other things (;)).
Dozed off awhile.
Looked at the computer.
Did ‘more’ other things (;))
Went back to the journal. Filled up page 2.
Turned the page. Ut-oh what’s that?
Down in the left corner, in tiny hand printing is written “I do not care”
What???!!?
Is the universe sending me a message?
Should I worry?
:eek:
LOL! Some prankster at the bookstore probably did that. It’s actually a pretty good one. I might have to come up with a more positive version and do it myself. ROFL!
It’s inspired me. I may have to write that in all my journals. On page 3.
And I opened this post with heavy heart, thinking you didn’t like MY Journal!
~VOW
Beck, create a backstory about it.
Imagine that you’re a bored fifteen-year-old girl. You’re at the mall with your Mom (that’s embarrassing enough already), and she’s Christmas shopping two weeks before Christmas. Mom has dragged you through the card shop, three adult clothing stores (to find just what her sister, your aunt) wants, two teen clothing stores (for the nieces), and the sports store (her nephew wants a real NFL football, and your brother wants a Denver Broncos jersey). You’ve spent the day saying “whatever” to every suggestion Mom has made, ducking away when the cool kids pass by, and trying to distance yourself from Mom, but not so far enough that she will call out loudly, “Beck? Beck, where are you?” Causing even more embarrassment.
So when you’re in the card shop and Mom says brightly, “Let’s go to the luggage store. Do you think your Dad would like a new laptop case?” you say nothing, because if your true feelings were to be known, you’d hear about it later (“You embarrassed me in front of the lady at the card shop!”). You simply open a journal that’s for sale, make sure nobody’s looking, and write, “I do not care” in the lower-left corner of page three. That makes you feel better.
Have some fun with it, Beck. It’s your journal.
~VOW- I’m reading your live journal. Just as exppected you’re hilarious. I’m enjoying it.
I figured you’d like the ER visit!
~VOW
Nice!
Isn’t she???
That explains a lot…
~VOW
I’m not sure whether to be insulted or complimented. 
Beck, if you’re ever unsure, take it as a compliment. Works for me.
And Beck–check your PMs.
I got to page 7. In the left hand corner, in tiny hand printing, it said “refer to page three”
My new journal has been hacked. :smack:
Ah, yes! The old “turn to page” gambit in so many textbooks! Ever notice they were usually math books?
One memorable book started out with “For the damdest thing you’ll ever see!” After several zillion “turn to page” instructions, the trail ends on a page of story problems…all about Hoover Dam!
pause for collective groaning
~VOW
On which page was “Help! I am held prisoner in a journal factory!” written?
I’ve looked at every page. There’s only one more notation on next to the last page, in the upper left corner, a small ‘x’
I’m beginning to think it’s satanic:eek:
Of course I had to turn every page again and look at the top left corner.
Gah!!
(~VOW, I’ll have you know I never, ever wrote in MY text books, coz I’m angelic (:)))
Hacked in a crude form of Basic?