That Awkward Moment When You Don't Know What to Blog About

Welp... here I am. Hi!
Alright, has anybody besides me gone through and read stuff out of their old journals? Because I was doing that this morning. I sounded so stupid even just a year or two ago.
If you don't know this about me, I love to journal. At this point in time, I have finished seven journals and I'm almost done with my eighth. This, however, is nothing in comparison to my sister. She has around 24 or 25 journals. That's, like, one for every year she's been alive.
My journal is probably pretty different from other people's journals (not that I would know. I don't go around reading other people's journals or anything). Mine are filled with random stories and scenes and poems that I write, along with the usual teenager stuff. Recently, my journal has been mostly occupied by notes from church and d-group along with prayers. I don't know what it is about praying, but for me, it's easier to do if I write it down. Maybe I'm ADD or something, but I always lose my train of thought when I try to pray by myself. If I journal a prayer, it usually ends up being about two pages long.
Also, I used to hate journals without lines. I kind of like them now. My current journal has no lines. I've found it's much more conducive to doodling. The only problem is, I can't write in a straight line, so my writing is usually crooked on the page.
Well anyway, it looks as if I found something to blog about. I could change the title now. But that's too much work.
Bye!
Lisa

(P.S. Okay, so about a week ago (it's March now, just so you know) I visited my sister and actually asked her how many journals she has now. I was way off. She has, like, over 50. Not even kidding. I will never live up to that...)