Well, I'm finally thoroughly cleaning my room after several years, and it really needs it. It's amazing the amount of paper I've pulled out of there already.

One thing I found was a diary someone gave me for high school graduation. It has about two entries (one "this is the start of my memoirs!" entry and one, of course, about my bowels). I'm awful at keeping up diaries, I had another one before that that I would put in an entry every few years.

I think the reason I can keep up the online journal is that I hate writing, but typing is no big whoop for me. I wish I could keep a paper journal because unless there's a fire or something, it's not going to just up and disapear like electronic files. Oh well.