|Current mood:|| thoughtful|
|Current music:||"Smells Like Teen Spirit" by Nirvana|
I've never been able (or particularly inclined) to keep a journal. It has always smacked too much of talking to oneself, and I'm not quite here as it is.
Nevertheless, in an effort to improve and make more natural my writing style, assist me in my typing and learning of other languages, here it is. The Journal.
I will be back to write more later.
Excerpt from my day: "It's cell phone. Where were they going to put the cannons?"