Dear You,
I've been meaning to blog about this for approximately 95 years (which is quite a feat since I've only been alive for 30), but have you heard about the Diary 2008 project? It's too late to participate, but it's not too late to check it out, and it might not be too late to still order one and you can purchase a copy of your very own right here, if you'd like to.
What exactly IS Diary 2008, you ask?
Well, it's a diary (duh) for 2008 (duh again), which was started and put together by Fantazya and consists of over 390 pages (one for each day of the year, plus address pages, notes pages & such). Each page was designed by a different artist (all who sell their work online), following the same basic format (including the date, space for writing, some kind of artwork and the page creator's link). The covers are blank so you can decorate them however strikes your fancy.
Here's an info page about the project, including all the nitty gritty details, a list of all the participants, some examples of pages, and a bunch of other neato stuff.
Here's the Flickr group for the project, where you can take a looky-loo at even more of the pages.
And here is the page for January 31, 2008, designed by a certain dreamy giraffe you may've heard of:
It was SO much fun to do and if there's a Diary 2009, I definitely want to be involved again.
Speaking of diaries, I personally have never been able to keep a handwritten diary consistently for more than a week and a half or so, but I did have a personal (VERY personal) Livejournal that I wrote in regularly (like more than once a day) for nearly five years. And now, for your amusement, via a snippet of that (VERY personal) LJ I'd like to introduce you to the March of '05 version of KJ, y'know, the one that was still a stressed out officemonkey in a local law firm:
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I'm sick. I've been sick since, like, birth. It seems. Unwell in this winter that's like a recurring dream. Saturday, we went to the beach, and it was a perfect beach day. Sunny and blue and warm. Then, today, I found myself drinking hot chocolate.
I never drink hot chocolate. I despise hot drinks. AND it may sleet. And/or snow. HERE. In South Carolina. It is almost April. April in South Carolina should not require a hoochcoat, it's wrong. But what is really, extraordinarily wrong, is that an hour after we came back from lunch (which consisted of the aforementioned hot chocolate and CHEESECAKE), I was STLL wearing the hoochcoat.
Huddled up in the hoochcoat, hovering around Summer's heater (which on typical days I despise almost as much as hot drinks) like it was a freakin' fireplace, shivering like I was working up to a nice jitterbug.
And it occurred to me that I am a very hot-natured individual that doesn't get cold like that and the room was sort of spinning and I wanted to ask if, you know, I could just clock out and sleep on one of the couches in an attorney's office until the feeling passed.
I think I've finally succumbed to the flu.
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Hee. I occasionally read back over those old entries and laugh and smile and realize that indeed life does consist of more good times than bad and...I wish that I'd documented more of them.
I was going to take a picture of the hoochcoat to go along with this post ('cause I KNOW somebody on there in blogland's gotta be curious, but I can't find the darn thing, so just picture the J.Lo-iest coat you've ever seen in your life and it probably looks something like that. It is honey colored quilted satiny material with a matching faux fur poof poof collar and cuffs and, yes, I wore this thing on a regular basis.
Much love from the '07 Version of KJ!
P.S. Who says DUH anymore, anyway? And unwell in this winter that's like a recurring dream? Who, other than Shakespeare, TALKS like that, man?