Other people in my journal.

I used to be really weird about exactly what went into my journal. Specifically who went into my journal. It really bothered me when other people would write anything in it (with the exception of the times I'd have Mel write me to-do-lists when I was driving or something). Then I realized the beauty of letting people into my journal, my life, my soul.

First is a venn diagram that Lyndsey and Amber assembled comparing Trash 'Staches and Molestaches one night when we were at Insomniacs Coffee House.

Next is something Alyssa, better known as 1/3 of Aaron's threesome, wrote. It's just my name and "Just Be!" Then Wes, better known as drunken-mistake in Jerry's bed, signed it as Walter for some reason. And then on the next page I wrote something Micah said. Maybe it doesn't count as Micah in my journal but I'm saying it does.

Next is a post-it Faryn left me in our bathroom. It's been pretty tear-inducing since she moved out today. I'll miss her so much.

Also Faryn-related is when she wrote out Modeh ani lefanecha for me when we were at the hostel. I later showed her the page after I added the "where is my mind?" bit which excited her and she showed me in her own journal where she'd written something similar. It reminds me of when Faryn said to a mosquito, "You're taking away my bad thoughts." just as I showed her the ribbon which is now in my hair that reads, "Think happy thoughts." I will miss Faryn so much.

Next is something Lyndsey drew for me when I asked that she do something related to, "The more you know." I later painted and then added the pencil and gum wrappers. The gum wrapper was from Faryn. The universe is conspiring to make me cry more about this. Ugh.

And then there's Andy. Oh, Andy. Lyndsey, Sam, Andy, and I went to whatever that one river is at night and found the creepiest little abandoned dock where we sat and smoked and composed poetry by accident. Andy doesn't usually smoke so he was really buzzed and wrote in my journal. First he wrote the limerick-sort thing which is completely true and I said it completely by accident. Then he started the poem on the next page which I finished later when I was in class.

Last is just some Hebrew Danielle wrote for me during the shabbat Ari visited. It's surrounded by all of my craziness.

The strangest thing about other people in my journal is how they get there. People to whom I am only slightly connected just take and write in it but I always have to ask people I love to write in it.

So, next time I see you, offer to write me a little something, will you?