Wreck This Journal

I've mentioned that for my birthday I received a different kind of journal titled Wreck This Journal.  The pages are filled with strange activities on how to literally wreck the journal.  The instructions are as follows:  

1. Carry this with you everywhere you go.  

2. Follow the instructions of every page.  

3. Order is not important.  

4. Instructions are open to interpretation.  

5. Experiment. (work against your better judgement.)

The first page with an instruction on it was to add my own page numbers, which I did with only even numbers beginning with two, ending in 364.

The second instruction was to break the spine of the book, which made me cringe.  I hated doing that. 

There was a page that instructed me to leave it blank on purpose. 

One said to Stand Here. (Wipe your feet, jump up and down.)  

Instructions: Stand here, jump up and down

For the instruction that said "Make a sudden, destructive, unpredictable movement with the Journal" I stuck the corner of the book in my mouth, bit down hard and my sister-in-law Katie played tug-of-war with me.  The poor Journal now has teethmarks in it that will never go away.

The Journal on a Walk

Yesterdays instruction was to tie a string around the book and take it on walk.  Drag it.  Done.  Scuff marks from the 1/2 mile I drug it for have made their indelible mark on the cover. 

Just out of the shower  

Then, because one of the instructions said to take it in the shower, and because it was pretty dirty having been drug along the road, into the shower it went.  I just stuck it in the back corner where it wouldn't get too wet.

Holes Poked

Today, I poked holes.  When I first got the book, I was so anxious about everything that it said to do, and I didn't think I could do most of it.  But now, my Journal seems like a friend that will go to hell and back with me and no matter what I put it through, it will be there for me.