One hundred things....Notebooks for all

woo, welcome back from the super long weekend. i'm glad you could make it! i, myself, barely made it - i could feel myself stumbling blindly through the house this morning thinking how wonderful it would be to be independantly wealthy...

because i have yet to regain my mental capacity - due to the many many alcoholic beverages i partook of over the course of the weekend, i will treat you all to another installment of "100 things". Seeing as the last time i've done one of these things it was uhm....October 2006??? sigh. okay, so here we go.

Number 86 "Use What You Have"

Sort through your personal papers and find something you can post on

Okay, so i'm at work, and it's not like i have a lot of my personal papers around, but give me a minute, let me see if i can find something....

~papers shuffling~

~drawers opening and closing~

~pens rolling off the desk onto the carpet~

~more papers shuffling~

~"dammit!" (laura catches her finger in the second drawer of the desk)~

hmm.

while perusing my desk, it seems that while i can't really find anything on my personal papers that i feel insprired to write about, i did come across the fact that here, at my desk at work, i have Three - COUNT 'EM THREE - blank notebooks. That should peak my interest a little, and it does.

Why on earth do i have 3 blank notebooks at work? good question. I'm not sure.

As i looked through the pages of the first - hardbound with a hidden coil - i find that one is filled with meeting notes, but also with a few squiggly doodles seen here....captured by my hightech cellular tellular.

According to this site drawing stars means that i am very ambitious and ready to break the rules - this may most clearly be indicated by the fact that i was doodling during a staff meeting... although when i look at this i get the sense that someone has just walloped that walrus on the noggin, and that dude looks a little TOO innocent, if you know what i mean....

The reoccuring spirals are an indication that i'm generally optimistic...and then suddenly those spirals turn into eyes of some enormous floating fish....hm. and apparently, a fish indicates challenge, so i suppose it could be interesting to note that it's HUGE, it looks like it's coming ONTO the page, but the little dude doesn't seem to be worried. i suppose THAT's a good sign. the date on this page is May first, so i hope that whatever fish i was concerned about at that time, has floated past.

looking through the notebook i find a few memes that i worked out on paper before blogging. and some more doodles. it might be a little difficult to

see, again taken with my cell phone, i suppose it doesn't help, either, that i was doodling in pink pen.

There are a few things happening in this one, all starring a triangular shaped stick lady with wild hair. In one scene, she's standing looking indifferent while a coyote howls at the...sun?

the same little figure is seen running in ridiculous high heels after the bus, a sad figure walking a dog...then shortly after - a very happy figure walking a giraffe! Puzzled, she plays chess with a duck and flies a kite.

She walks hand in hand with a boy figure into a sunset, while the same figure is seen swimming away from a sailboat. there is a devestated looking figure standing with the sun at her back, she looks very alone. There is a figure staring at a computer screen, and lastly there is a signing lady while the male figure plays guitar.

These doodles were done back in June.

as i move from my first notebook, i look to the second one, a cheap blue spiral bound notebook. it is filled with quotes from books that i find inspiring, such as:

The Universe, which is responding to the thoughts that you are thinking, does not distinguish between a thought brought about by your observation of some reality you have witnessed and a thought brought about by your imagination. In either case, the thought equals your point of attraction - and if you focus upon it long enough, it will become your reality - Abraham

i've also printed out and pasted in my horroscope for the months of June, July, and August. I get my monthly reading from Astrologyzone.com and you should too! also, in the pages of this book you can see my scribblings and attempts at plot ideas for a story i've been working on.

In the back of this book i've listed my various usernames and passwords for my many memberships on many websites. i can't keep track anymore...sigh, i'm-a-gettin old.

And so, this leaves my last notebook. The third. i bought it on the weekend for the low low price of $7.99 on sale. i was attracted to the image of the Buddha on its cover, i find it very calming, he looks like he's about to nod off... and also for the fact that one side of the page is lined, and the other is blank... but i mostly love it for the SIZE of it.

It's bigger than any notebook i've ever purchased. i bought it with the intent to practice writing. i was reading a book in the bookstore about how important it is to physically connect to your writing. So, i'm gonna try it out and see how it goes. my goal is to fill the little thing with 15-20 minute pieces on various topics.

Now.

why do i have so many notebooks? This is only the tip of the iceberg, my friends. there are many many more hidden in bookshelves, nightstands, boxes, and coffee tables at my house. i don't know why i feel the need to buy them. but i do.

my mother was telling B-rad last week about how whenever we'd go on car rides, or get our allowance, my brothers would make a bee line for the toys, and i would take my time wandering through the staitionary aisles. I remember this, too. Picking up the books, holding them in my hands, examining the weight, colour, lines, margins, and smell of the paper. finally deciding on one and then spending time choosing the right pen - one that lets the ink flow.

i still do this. to this day. when i worked at $taples i used to find a variety of different pens and pencils in my pockets everyday.

i have never ever gotten over the way the right pen and paper combination seem to flow together.

At home i have a journal for journalling, a sketchbook for sketching, a leather covered notebook for writing lyrics and poetry, a spiral bound hardback where i write reviews of the books i've read so that i can go back and find the names and authors of books i've enjoyed, and many many more that have yet to be designated a purpose. i keep telling myself: "No more buying notebooks until all the ones i already have are filled" I think we both know how well that's going.

At my mom and dad's i have a plastic box filled with old diaries and journals... one day i'll find some good entries and post them here.

My mom told B-rad when she thought i wasn't listening, that when i decided to go into music she was shocked, she always thought i would be a writer. i think of that, often, and i think....i could still do it.

Maybe there's a reason i keep buying notebooks. Obviously, it's in me to write, or you wouldn't be here. Maybe i'm filling the void with notebooks.