I updated the list of entries at the bottom of this post to show all of the related posts in chronological order.
In doing so, I realized something: I go through phases with my journal keeping. Sometimes I post about the events of my days, other times I post random junk (poems, photographs, news, insignificant happenings), other times I don't post at all.
I never posted about the time Ashley called me a few months after I stopped calling her. I didn't write about how I jumped out of my seat when I saw her name on my caller ID. I didn't write about how I could barely speak when I answered the phone because I wanted so badly for her to be calling just to talk to me. I didn't write about how she threw me back in my chair in under 15 seconds by asking, almost immediately, "I was calling to ask you a favor. This guy I am seeing is starting a pornsite and I was hoping you could give him some pointers."
I never posted about the time she "showed up" at the bowling Alley with David and Julie to pick up pictures. I never wrote about how Jaclyn, being unable to stand her, sat on one side of the room and Ashley and gang sat on the other, and I had to keep running back and forth trying to ensure that all parties were happy. I never wrote about how they left very soon after they got what they came for, when I was really hoping she would have stayed.
I never wrote about our first kiss. I never wrote about waking up next to her on the floor of Lisa's house, and seeing the words "EAT" written across her forehead and after finding out that mine said "ME" curled back around her and fell back asleep.
I need to write more often.
