Often you can read a journal/blog/xanga/GaysianAvenue page and understand that each journal shows an individualist kind of style. Every one is usually different from the last, unless of course, there is some uncreative deadbeat who decides that s/he can just copy another person's style and write. They all follow some template and usually, if you read one entry, you basically don't need to read it ever again.

Typical Journal (of boring lives):

HI! This is what I did today! Nobody really cares, but since this is about MY life, obviously I'll just talk about the things I did, because everyone cares sooooo much about my day from how I brushed my teeth in the morning to how my head plopped down on the pillow at night!

Yay for me, i'm so kool, read about my life and then blah blah blah.

Blah blah blah, and blah blah, so then I said, "blah blah blah!" and we all laughed. Wow, that was so funny!

Typical Journal #2 (of words):

I have absolutely no glorious content or ideas to use in expression of my dull rusted knifelike day and my utterly boring life is made even more preposterous by my undying urge to illuminate your irradiant screen with my absolutely magical words of mysterious magnificent magnifying power. But with that said, my sensational eloquence of using a highly intellectual and stimulating vocabulary will utterly electrify you with a cry of brilliance and illustrious enchantment, like a comet in the night who glows in a memorable trance, fading out in reality, but still embedded in your mind with it's wondorous affects. I end this entry by painting a highly artisticly worded picture of nothing.

(read: I'm boring and i have nothing to talk about, but if i use big words you might not realized I didn't say shit.)

Typical Journal #3 (hypocritical ironic superficialness):
I hate haters, and I hate everyone who is conceited and they always back stab me. Then they talk about me behind my back. Oh yea, here's a picture of me, i'm so sexy, but don't talk to me, because if you do, you're a stalker. Oh yea, so and so also did something fucked up to me, she's so ugly and nobody likes her, I don't know why she even hangs around us.

I write this journal for myself and no one else, I'm not looking for a guy or anything, i'm just looking for a decent guy who I can relate to, did you see my sexy picture of my new belly button ring? Oh yea, my thong is hot too. Email me if you're hot.

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Of course, I am not perfect either. Alot of my journal entries turn out to be rants and flames against things that I personally don't like or don't agree with. So then, my journal is just as mundane, boring, trite and templated too.

Can't say the same for other people, but at least I admit it.