a book is born

so dymocks gave me this little blue book a while ago. its meant to celebrate vintage books, and it says vintage all over the fucking place. and its full of classic quotes at random pages. its basically a book celebrating classical novels. but the book was screaming out to me going NO! I DONT WANT TO BE A BOOK JOURNAL. i have travelled down that road before, with my book reviews and what not. let me tell you what its like: boring. why read a book review, or write a book review, when you can just pick yourself up and read the book. then formulate your own opinion. as opposed to someone else's.
so anyways, this book was teling me NO! I DONT WANT TO BE A BOOK JOURNAL. which is like oh my, what strong character. and i agree with it. how dare this book get labelled as a book journal (- it says 'my book journal' on it). it can be hwatever the fuck it wants to be. and its my book. so it can be whatever the fuck i want it to be. so im gonna make it my book of emotions. i suffer from a lot of emotions. fluctuates like a whole new hormone. so im gonna write down moments where im at the far end of any spectrum.
right now it is empty. it probably wouldnt be, if i had become attached to it sooner, but right now, it is empty.
one day it will be filled up with vivid moments. and i will read back to it. and probably realise how melodramatic life can be. and i will laugh at my bad moments, and laugh at my good moments. fuck the in between moments. they dont get to be in my book of emotions. thats just drabble.
so maybe my 2013 resolution will be fulfilled after all..in the month of october. i was meant to write a novel, but i couldnt be stuffed. maybe if i yolo enough, it will be full by december.
and i will keep this book safe. so it too will become a vintage. and become a long lasting hua heirloom. and my non existent children will read it and think fuck my mother is weird. and i will be like shut up and polish my prada.