Midnight Train To Nowhere

December 16th 2014

Christmas is just around the corner. It is one of my favourite times of year because it is when I finally get to give back to all the people that make my life whole. I love that I can finally thank them and show them that I appreciate them. It is the only time I can do so since we don't celebrate thanksgiving or anything.

I think I finally chose which of my many notebooks that I could start keeping a journal in. It's the matt black one with the silver sparkly star on the front. I remember my older sister giving it to me. Well actually no she didn't give it to me at all it has Rachel's book 2006 written in it so it is obvious that I stole it out of spite but who cares. It is mine now.

Keeping a journal always looks so exciting in the movies like you get to lay the wrong way on your bed while writing and smiling to yourself while you are basked in perfect sunset lighting. It is nothing like that. I am sitting here staring at my measly half a page of scrawled writing in my sisters tattered old notebook. I think part of the issue is that I can't have a messy bun and cute little booty shorts like the disney girls because A, my hair is just around my ears, and B, a guy like me in booty shorts would be terrifying.

Now I am starting to realize the horror of picking such a feminine notebook to keep track of my life in. Well at least now I know my family won't look in it because it doesn't seem to be that inconspicuous. What do girls even write about in these things? Honestly. Now we have reached a page but it is all aimless rambling about diaries. Sigh.

Wow I just wrote sigh.

God I am boring.