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In the back of every class notebook that I keep there is a hidden collection of all of the thoughts would otherwise disrupt the chronology of my notes. Here is where I keep my to-do lists, distracted classroom daydreams, & sudden revelations. Something about the unorganized and anachronistic nature of these pages allows me to be my most honest, unfiltered self.
Nov 20, 2024
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It's basically just an analog notes app, but it's something separate from your phone that allows for a little more disconnection from technology. Plus, it's tangible. So you can have a visual representation of the amount of thoughts or ideas that you've had over time. You'll have a collection of mini books that you can go back through and see where your mind has been. I'm about to finish my third little guy, and it's fun to have a collection of pages that represents my ingenuity and reminds me of memories I've forgotten. Sometimes I make myself laugh when I go back through or I contemplate something I said or I disagree with a comment I made a while back, or I feel inspired to rehash something I'd written.
Today I went back through and found a drawing I don't remember doing. I found a short grocery list from who knows when. I found a bunch of ideas I want to go back to. I found these comments too: "A vape is sitting on the subway seat next to me. Should I hit it and see what happens?" and "I'm on the six early in the morning and just watched a homeless man light another homeless man's crack pipe. Sharing is caring."
Mar 7, 2024
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every single page has a different unfinished to do list
Feb 3, 2025
This is my everything notebook where I’ve written to-do lists, thumbnail sketches, random thoughts, doodles of pretty people and so on. It has dividers with pockets too (score!!). I keep trying to use a planner but I always come back to this notebook specifically.
Sep 13, 2024
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"It was the golden time of the year. Every day the leaves grew brighter, the air sharper, the grass more brilliant. The sunsets seemed to expand and melt and stretch for hours, and the brick facades glowed pink, and everything blue got bluer. How many perfect autumns did a person get? Why did I always seem to be in the wrong place, listening to the wrong music?"
I've been rereading Elif Batuman's Either/Or and found myself fixating on these lines.
It feels almost disarming to have someone articulate on paper a sensation so exact to the ways I have been feeling lately. I love the clarity that Batuman writes with. Her phrasing is so precise it hurts. Again and again I find myself returning to her novels, and to Selin as a character, as I find my own way through the absurd labyrinth of college life. I'm so grateful that books like this exist, and that I can read them.
Nov 20, 2024
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feels like the anticipation of a storm.. perfect weather for looking at crows, feeling disheveled in a cool and mysterious way, climbing a hill to watch the rain roll in and saying "thar she blows".
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