Scribbling Makes My Dancing Feet Feel Like They Are Moving

That word would be 'pony.' Don't ask why, I don't even know.

I worked all of this weekend. While I feel accomplished and exhausted, the reality of my current projects impending completion date is now staring me in the face.

Day: Wow, I can't keep track of that...

As I poured my cup of coffee onto my journal my co-worker, fellow knitter, and very pregant friend, Rachael back away from the table then stared at me in wonder.

It soaked up a lot of it. Then the journal hung to dry on the laundry rack of the rest of the day.






I drank a lot of coffee yesterday. I think I bordered on 5 cups.

Day 8: Good Thoughts

List Includes:
-I'll get by with a little help from my friends
-the library is great
-work is always entertaining

Day 6: Crack the Spine

And on day 6...


Today I am a little edgy, I relearned how to knit. I first picked up needles over 15 years ago but then I could only knit stitch and about 5 years ago I picked up Stitch 'n Bitch book and taught myself properly.



Then at the start of my new job, I decided I wanted a new hobby, a new way to spend my newly found free time. I found crochet. Then with the Happy Hooker book, also by Debbie, I found a new time consumer, ever changing, addictive hobby.

I should have just stuck with reading, books are free from the public library.

Day 4: Chew This Page

I think I might have a paper cut on my tongue.




That's just not good at all. And then there was a cookie fight.

Day 2: Again.

Having aggression issues, and I trying to avoid being aggressive-aggressive and by doing that worried I am being passive aggressive. To I flipped open to this page and thought it was a good idea.



I feel better now.

Day 1: The Begining, Day 2: The Posting

Today, well yesterday at approximately 5:47pm I begin the Wreck This Journal Project, The objective, to wreck the journal, the goal: to remember this portion of my life. Besides the video blogs I trade with my dearest childhood friend, I realized that my generation, the media generation, generation Y, consists of a group of people to endlessly collect information, then seldom arrange in them in a tangible form.

We collect music to play on our ipods, cloths to define our self images, and pictures organized in folders or posted directly to Facebook that soon after we can not remember the people or places just just captured.

When I am old an gray, I wanted to not only remember the names and places, but I want to know who I was. I want to remember the person I was planning on becoming.

That is a goal of this, to remember.

I have given myself 1 year to complete this. So about 2 to 3 pages a week.

So, yesterday, I started. And today, I will continue.