The blog post that has absolutely nothing to do with the
movie, and everything with the object.
I’ve always been writing silly things- on random pages which I bet was a pain for my mum to keep track of, with her heart-warming hermit qualities, or I doodled in my school books. By the time I was twelve I kept a shoebox at the foot of my bed in which I kept my diaries, a book I was writing (and never finished, will you look at that) a book of shadows because I believed I was a witch, and a bunch of feathers and apple seeds. No idea why those made it in the box.
When I went to boarding school and had to face long stretches of time in a study hall, I began writing more often, and keeping them in a large file. This is where the angsty poetry came in, about which I will never speak of again.
And then I became 18. It was a sunny day, and I was making my way to Ghent. I suddenly felt the urge to write, but I had nothing on me. I went into a shop which sold school supplies, and BAM! My very first real Notebook For Everything was bought.
I don’t use these notebooks as diaries. I draw in them, write poetry in them, when something is on my mind and I don’t want to forget, I write that down in them. Ideas for stories, things that are keeping me awake, or just ranting/writing when my emotions are misbehaving and I don’t know what to do with them. They are filled with lists, quick calculations and reminders. They get their place of honour on my bedside table.
They’re my personal therapist.
I wanted to do a blog post about notebooks because I recently started on my third notebook.
("Only your third in five years?" I hear you ask. Well, you should know that I still did/do the doodling on important papers, and I do have other notebooks for everything else. I’ve had a notebook for books, I recently made a new notebook for books I need to read, and I used to have a notebook in which I made the sketches for that children’s book I once made. I guess what I’m saying is- my doodling and random writing doesn’t limit itself to this one notebook.)
This was bittersweet, because it meant I had to shelve the notebook I’ve been using for two years and had come quite attached to, but it also meant that I could buy a brand new notebook, which is so damn exciting because empty pages just reek of potential.
Still- I want to offer you guys a look into my previous notebook, a privileged peek into the more innocent pages.
I’ve always been writing silly things- on random pages which I bet was a pain for my mum to keep track of, with her heart-warming hermit qualities, or I doodled in my school books. By the time I was twelve I kept a shoebox at the foot of my bed in which I kept my diaries, a book I was writing (and never finished, will you look at that) a book of shadows because I believed I was a witch, and a bunch of feathers and apple seeds. No idea why those made it in the box.
When I went to boarding school and had to face long stretches of time in a study hall, I began writing more often, and keeping them in a large file. This is where the angsty poetry came in, about which I will never speak of again.
And then I became 18. It was a sunny day, and I was making my way to Ghent. I suddenly felt the urge to write, but I had nothing on me. I went into a shop which sold school supplies, and BAM! My very first real Notebook For Everything was bought.
I don’t use these notebooks as diaries. I draw in them, write poetry in them, when something is on my mind and I don’t want to forget, I write that down in them. Ideas for stories, things that are keeping me awake, or just ranting/writing when my emotions are misbehaving and I don’t know what to do with them. They are filled with lists, quick calculations and reminders. They get their place of honour on my bedside table.
They’re my personal therapist.
I wanted to do a blog post about notebooks because I recently started on my third notebook.
("Only your third in five years?" I hear you ask. Well, you should know that I still did/do the doodling on important papers, and I do have other notebooks for everything else. I’ve had a notebook for books, I recently made a new notebook for books I need to read, and I used to have a notebook in which I made the sketches for that children’s book I once made. I guess what I’m saying is- my doodling and random writing doesn’t limit itself to this one notebook.)
This was bittersweet, because it meant I had to shelve the notebook I’ve been using for two years and had come quite attached to, but it also meant that I could buy a brand new notebook, which is so damn exciting because empty pages just reek of potential.
Still- I want to offer you guys a look into my previous notebook, a privileged peek into the more innocent pages.
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| Being jealous of the boy in Extremely Loud and Incredibly close, who knew himself so well he could sum himself up within the space of a business card. |
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| I love my dreams. |
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| Bucket lists! |
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| trying my hand at fantasy maps |
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| ranting! |
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| movie script for that one video |
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| art! |
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| and even thinking of titles for this very blog |
Goodnight notebook.
- Bejoes
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