Faking It

So I've always wanted to have this physical journal that I document my life in. But not just the normal boring, bad penmanship kind. I want the spiffy, doodle filled, random notes kind. I've tried this many a times, but my lack of complete art skills takes some of the fun out of it. I mean, I am a creature of perceived perfection (in my head), my journal should match.


Given my lack of a job, I now have the time to do all of this and more. Didn't you notice I already added my first read book of 2012 to the list? ON THE FOURTH. Time is nice. Anyways, my dear mother gave me a new journal for Christmas and I'm going to keep doodling, stickering, listing, and writing--despite the ugliness that occurs. Maybe I'll get better? Heh.

This is my idea of spiffy journaling.



But this is what came out for yesterday. I'll give you one guess as to what that red rain drop stands for...