Lisa Frank and Her Warrior Minions
Wow... Me a blogger. I am an official website junkie now. I can't believe I have a blog. I said I never would. It was a fad. Thoughts that should always be kept between pen and paper... not keyboard and monitor. Wow mom, look... no hands!! I am doing it. The one thing as an internet junkie I said I would never do. I am the proud owner of a blog.
When I was younger I wrote all of the time. When we moved to Malmo, my New Year's Resolution was to keep a journal. It was always in a Lisa Frank notebook. I dunno what it is about Lisa Frank, but the woman exudes creativity to me. Is Lisa Frank even a real person? Well, she is to me.... and I always thought if I had a cool notebook, I would be inspired to write stuff in it that someday I would look back on and be able to laugh, cry, and most importantly REMEMBER. Who wants to remember the life of a poor 15 year old who is bitter about her parents moving her away from the city, to a house close enough to a pig farm that ya could smell the shit? Apparently I did. And I still have them. All of them... a huuuge box of notebooks filled with letters to my future husband, entries of desperation, and my longing for love. I can't even look at them now. It's all too depressing. But I am keeping them anyway. Maybe when I am 60 I will be able to look back on them and find something worth reading. If I read them now, all it does is make me wanna go choke down some prozac. I don't even have a prescription for Prozac... but it sounds like something I would need after reading my pretty Lisa Frank Journals. Ya think she would be pissed at me? I ruined her cute image by tarnishing them with the blood, sweat and mascara clad tears that bathe the pages inside her book. Damn, I hope she never reads this.
And now... here I am... spilling my anonymous guts to someone online who could probably give a shit less. It's a little less Lisa Frank Here. I just moved in though... gimme a bit ;) You think when I am 60 I will come back to these entries and gather some much needed youthfulness that I lost years back? Something to possibly treasure between my wrinkled hands while I sweep the gray locks of hair from my face? I guess we will see.
Stay tuned. Same Bat time, same bat channel... well maybe.
When I was younger I wrote all of the time. When we moved to Malmo, my New Year's Resolution was to keep a journal. It was always in a Lisa Frank notebook. I dunno what it is about Lisa Frank, but the woman exudes creativity to me. Is Lisa Frank even a real person? Well, she is to me.... and I always thought if I had a cool notebook, I would be inspired to write stuff in it that someday I would look back on and be able to laugh, cry, and most importantly REMEMBER. Who wants to remember the life of a poor 15 year old who is bitter about her parents moving her away from the city, to a house close enough to a pig farm that ya could smell the shit? Apparently I did. And I still have them. All of them... a huuuge box of notebooks filled with letters to my future husband, entries of desperation, and my longing for love. I can't even look at them now. It's all too depressing. But I am keeping them anyway. Maybe when I am 60 I will be able to look back on them and find something worth reading. If I read them now, all it does is make me wanna go choke down some prozac. I don't even have a prescription for Prozac... but it sounds like something I would need after reading my pretty Lisa Frank Journals. Ya think she would be pissed at me? I ruined her cute image by tarnishing them with the blood, sweat and mascara clad tears that bathe the pages inside her book. Damn, I hope she never reads this.
And now... here I am... spilling my anonymous guts to someone online who could probably give a shit less. It's a little less Lisa Frank Here. I just moved in though... gimme a bit ;) You think when I am 60 I will come back to these entries and gather some much needed youthfulness that I lost years back? Something to possibly treasure between my wrinkled hands while I sweep the gray locks of hair from my face? I guess we will see.
Stay tuned. Same Bat time, same bat channel... well maybe.
1 Comments:
At 10:51 PM, Bug said…
I'm the first person to tell ya that you're a sweet girl and I lub ya to death :o) Keep writing missy!
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