September 30, 2013
I finished my journal over the weekend. It lasted from May until September, so that's a fairly long time in the longevity of my journals. I used to get them to last an entire semester, but that was back in school when I didn't really write much. All I wanted to do at night after I ate dinner was turn the radio up loud and dance around, while sporadically writing in my journal. Those were the good old days. Nowadays, dancing would make me look like a fool, but I don't care. My version of dancing is flopping around.