REFLECTION

i have been journalling a lot lately. we're talking like the last two days straight. i sort of hate this journal though. i hate to leave it unfinished and start a new one, but i hate all of the emotions tied up in it. i tend to rant and then later staple/glue pages together, or cover them in pictures. it's half scrap book, half idea writing, half reflection, half crabiness, half growing up.

i want a scrap book. some type of journal that i fall in love with and can write happy things in and glue pictures, ticket stubs, and show friends - show kids.

does anyone have pictures from my party? japan! and who wants to accompany me to the barking spider in clevo close to thanksgiving time? i never go there but i seem to miss it.

also, my book on bodyworlds has a funny chapter called "or why it is okay to laugh at dead bodies." and "or why it is okay to laugh at dead bodies part deux."