I just happened to be looking through my e-journal the other day, the one I kept during my early years in college. I wish I could paste a paragraph or two here that isn’t totally embarrassing but, unfortunately, it all reads something like this: I like this girl. I like that girl. I think she’s cute. I hope I’m not a dork around her. Blah blah Blah! I sorta wish I covered more topics in my journal other than girls, but alas, it’s all 35 pages of angst and misspellings. Oh well. I sorta wish now I kept a journal when I was in elementary school. I wonder what I would have written about. Hopefully it would have been less embarrassing.