The Sleepless Journals

Dear Cerridwen,  Well surprise, surprise. After only a couple hours of sleep, here I am hiding in the bathroom on the bus, sitting on the floor at 3 in the morning. There’s a reason I’m a Sleepless Knight after all, aside from the whole Celtic demigod warrior and rock star thing. Kyler, Rian, and the rest of the guys passed out watching Weird Science for the millionth time and are now snoring like fat bulldogs. We had an album signing today at a Sam Goody in Jersey, and then we went to the Seaside Heights boardwalk. It was my first time there and it was a blast. But not necessarily because of the rides, games, and sausage sandwiches.                                                                  more on this later.. I never knew time could cease any and all movement when you’ve met ...

  April 18th, 1989  Dear Jessica,  Yes, I am naming you Jessica, after Angela Lansbury’s character in Murder She Wrote . Mom gave me this plain black journal with lined pages for Christmas a couple of years ago, and I haven’t had a need to use it, until tonight. I guess she forgot I only use unlined pages for writing and for sketching. No matter, Jess, because you will now be my squire in this new quest I’ve apparently begun.  My best friend Rhiannon says she writes to her diary as if she were speaking to a real person. I don’t know if I want to necessarily refer to you as a diary because I am now 18, and it just seems too Rainbow Brite to refer to a journal as a diary at this point. But if I were 81, I would still love Rainbow Brite, and I will speak to you like a real person. I’ve never been big on journaling but this might actually be helpful, and right now I need all the help I can get. My apologies ahead of time for the over abundance of pictures, stickers, and ...