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*weaves back and forth*
Jan. 29th, 2006 04:00 pmSince I seem to be turning into the kind of person who likes making lists, I --
Scratch that, I've ALWAYS loved making lists. In fact, when I was little I loved lists so much that I bought many, many little notebooks to write them all down. You know, the 3"x5" inch spiral notepads with cheap, lined paper? The ones that cost 99 cents and have either an important-looking, bright pink/blue/yellow cover that announces "MEMO" or "NOTEBOOK", or a cover sporting a generic picture of a flower garden? Yes, those notebooks. I used to love notebooks and buying notebooks and having lots of notebooks. Trouble was, I seldom wrote much in them, for various reasons. For instance, say you just got a brand-new, expensive-looking notebook with thick, creamy paper; would you really want to write in it, knowing that in a couple of years whatever you wrote will seem silly and/or horribly written and/or a waste of a perfectly good notebook? Also, I couldn't just write everything in the same notebook. Duh, you need, like, one notebook for your secret code with Friend A, and another one for your secret club with Friend B, and another one for playing office/police/whatever with your brothers.
As I grew older, things didn't really change, except that I went through different phases. I outgrew my teeny-tiny-cheap notebook phase and during secondary school entered a bound-like-a-book-cloth-covered-or-hardcover notebook phase. Guess how many of those I filled? To be fair, one was my second true diary, started when the whole diary thing was starting to wane. Next, end of secondary school, through cegep and through university, was a spiral notebook (8 1/2 x 11, this time) phase. I'd always had a penchant for 3- or 5-subject notebooks, and now that I had many different classes I was free to indulge. Still didn't like paying much for them, though, because why one earth should I pay upwards of 3$ for 150 pages, when I can get a binder and at least 400 sheets of paper for the same price? At least this time around, I managed to use some of them up, even if it was by writing outlines for stories M-P and I would never write. And THEN, after university, after my solo trip to Europe, to be precise, I walked into Global Homeware, home of The Cute, and fell in love with their selection of fruity notebooks. I ended up buying so many that even now, G has to pretend to restrain me whenever we even walk by that shop.
HOWEVER! I am now tentatively calling my notebook-buying days a thing of the past and have firmly resolved to use up every single last one that I have, even if it kills me. To aid me in this endeavour are a few fun facts about my life as I know it now:
- Travelling means journals, and journals mean using up fruity notebooks.
- Nihongo. I've already completely used up a large, previously blank notebook just taking notes in class, and have started a second one.
- The impending move, which means lists, lists, lists as far as the eye can see! And since G's natural reaction to any sort of planning, be it filling out forms or thinking ahead, is to run, hide, faint, etc., I'll be left to do the thinking for both of us. To that end, I now carry around two little remnants-of-my-childhood notebooks in my purse. One of them is actually full, but the little voice in my head tells me "But you've only used one side of the pages!", so I'm keeping it for grocery lists and the like. The other ones is my daily planner and listbook, with helpful titles such as "To do", "To do this weekend", "Things I'd like to do before the move", "Things I MUST do before the move", "To sew", etc. etc. etc.
*falls under a heap of lists*
So, I had a plan to write all about interesting things, such as the ballet we saw last night, or Faye Wong's latest CD that I finally bought, but it'll just have to wait.
Scratch that, I've ALWAYS loved making lists. In fact, when I was little I loved lists so much that I bought many, many little notebooks to write them all down. You know, the 3"x5" inch spiral notepads with cheap, lined paper? The ones that cost 99 cents and have either an important-looking, bright pink/blue/yellow cover that announces "MEMO" or "NOTEBOOK", or a cover sporting a generic picture of a flower garden? Yes, those notebooks. I used to love notebooks and buying notebooks and having lots of notebooks. Trouble was, I seldom wrote much in them, for various reasons. For instance, say you just got a brand-new, expensive-looking notebook with thick, creamy paper; would you really want to write in it, knowing that in a couple of years whatever you wrote will seem silly and/or horribly written and/or a waste of a perfectly good notebook? Also, I couldn't just write everything in the same notebook. Duh, you need, like, one notebook for your secret code with Friend A, and another one for your secret club with Friend B, and another one for playing office/police/whatever with your brothers.
As I grew older, things didn't really change, except that I went through different phases. I outgrew my teeny-tiny-cheap notebook phase and during secondary school entered a bound-like-a-book-cloth-covered-or-hardcover notebook phase. Guess how many of those I filled? To be fair, one was my second true diary, started when the whole diary thing was starting to wane. Next, end of secondary school, through cegep and through university, was a spiral notebook (8 1/2 x 11, this time) phase. I'd always had a penchant for 3- or 5-subject notebooks, and now that I had many different classes I was free to indulge. Still didn't like paying much for them, though, because why one earth should I pay upwards of 3$ for 150 pages, when I can get a binder and at least 400 sheets of paper for the same price? At least this time around, I managed to use some of them up, even if it was by writing outlines for stories M-P and I would never write. And THEN, after university, after my solo trip to Europe, to be precise, I walked into Global Homeware, home of The Cute, and fell in love with their selection of fruity notebooks. I ended up buying so many that even now, G has to pretend to restrain me whenever we even walk by that shop.
HOWEVER! I am now tentatively calling my notebook-buying days a thing of the past and have firmly resolved to use up every single last one that I have, even if it kills me. To aid me in this endeavour are a few fun facts about my life as I know it now:
- Travelling means journals, and journals mean using up fruity notebooks.
- Nihongo. I've already completely used up a large, previously blank notebook just taking notes in class, and have started a second one.
- The impending move, which means lists, lists, lists as far as the eye can see! And since G's natural reaction to any sort of planning, be it filling out forms or thinking ahead, is to run, hide, faint, etc., I'll be left to do the thinking for both of us. To that end, I now carry around two little remnants-of-my-childhood notebooks in my purse. One of them is actually full, but the little voice in my head tells me "But you've only used one side of the pages!", so I'm keeping it for grocery lists and the like. The other ones is my daily planner and listbook, with helpful titles such as "To do", "To do this weekend", "Things I'd like to do before the move", "Things I MUST do before the move", "To sew", etc. etc. etc.
*falls under a heap of lists*
So, I had a plan to write all about interesting things, such as the ballet we saw last night, or Faye Wong's latest CD that I finally bought, but it'll just have to wait.
