you can write it in a letter, babe.
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enamouredThe Starbucks near my job is having something like an open mike night. They want people to perform on Saturdays and stuff. I can't play anything, but I do sing... they said anything would be good, but I'm still a little uncertain if me singing anything a capella would cut it. But it'd be fun!
If you don't know already: I'm one of those people participating in![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
embodiment. I did it last year, and I'm doing it again this year. And these are some scans from various pages.
Cover! Got it from Old Navy, and oh God, they need to make more journals like this. The pages are unlined and thick enough that, if you used colored pens on it (like I do quite frequently), they won't bleed through.
The inside cover, with glittery letters and rub-ons.
The first two pages. "Belief" is one of my favorite songs from Continuum.
I found that card at my job. The list on the side is my playlist for January.
I bought my first set of Moleskine notebooks around that time (just to see what they're like) and put the history thing in the notebook.
I bought the second season of Lost and the first season of House, by the way.
The February playlist, and I was writing about the Seven Deadly Sins, so I wrote each one one the subsequent pages. Envy--the one I'm probably most guilty of--comes first.
Lust and sloth, plus rantings about how algebra is evil and worrying about my MP3 player.
Pride and wrath, and copying down a semi-emotional entry from a few years ago.
Greed and gluttony.
Hey, it's Claire from Lost, guys!
I don't really believe in astrology too much, but I think I am a textbook Sagittarius.
In sixth grade, I took a creative writing class and one of the projects we did was making a word snapshot. What you do is write out a bunch of things that you like, dislike, and so on in kind of a verbal collage. In orange are the things that I like, fuschia has the things I dislike, and purple has songs that I like at the moment.
I've been speculating a lot about relationships (or my lack thereof). I want one, but it feels like no other guy my age wants one, hence "I want... romance." In red around the picture is the quote I used on the title page of my last journal from last year.
March playlist + me ranting about my horrid cold.
A bunch of random doodles. A compass, "Never Eat Shredded Wheat", a mnemonic that will help you remember directions on a compass (north south east west), and in the lower left corner on the right page, a guy's back. Plus, me freaking out over Blonde Bond.
More talk about Blonde Bond, with Monopoly stickers and random doodles. I wrote something that I liked on the bottom of the page (you can't read it all): "Sometimes I think the reason why I go so... spastic over guys I have things for [is] because I am trying to recapture the glory and agony I felt during my first real ones [crushes]. It's like how junkies keep doing drugs to recapture the feeling of that first high. Do we spend our entire lives chasing after the things that bring us pleasure just so that we can recapture the way it made us feel the very first time?"
Or: the page I already showed you guys. [g]
Me considering the songs I'd put on a mix CD for Blonde Bond. If I ever make it.
Earlier this week, I dreamed that I, and two other people, won the lottery. I was grinning like a moron and telling everyone that I'd be able to REALLY go to whatever college I wanted to now, and then I woke up immensely pissed off. And then earlier this morning I had one about Daniel Craig hitting on me while I was on the run and trying to get into Canada. I... might like where my subconcious is going. But damn, I could really use the lotto money now.
Re: American Idol: Keep Blake, Lakisha, Melinda, Chris S., and Jordin, please?
If you don't know already: I'm one of those people participating in
embodiment. I did it last year, and I'm doing it again this year. And these are some scans from various pages.Cover! Got it from Old Navy, and oh God, they need to make more journals like this. The pages are unlined and thick enough that, if you used colored pens on it (like I do quite frequently), they won't bleed through.
The inside cover, with glittery letters and rub-ons.
The first two pages. "Belief" is one of my favorite songs from Continuum.
I found that card at my job. The list on the side is my playlist for January.
I bought my first set of Moleskine notebooks around that time (just to see what they're like) and put the history thing in the notebook.
I bought the second season of Lost and the first season of House, by the way.
The February playlist, and I was writing about the Seven Deadly Sins, so I wrote each one one the subsequent pages. Envy--the one I'm probably most guilty of--comes first.
Lust and sloth, plus rantings about how algebra is evil and worrying about my MP3 player.
Pride and wrath, and copying down a semi-emotional entry from a few years ago.
Greed and gluttony.
Hey, it's Claire from Lost, guys!
I don't really believe in astrology too much, but I think I am a textbook Sagittarius.
In sixth grade, I took a creative writing class and one of the projects we did was making a word snapshot. What you do is write out a bunch of things that you like, dislike, and so on in kind of a verbal collage. In orange are the things that I like, fuschia has the things I dislike, and purple has songs that I like at the moment.
I've been speculating a lot about relationships (or my lack thereof). I want one, but it feels like no other guy my age wants one, hence "I want... romance." In red around the picture is the quote I used on the title page of my last journal from last year.
March playlist + me ranting about my horrid cold.
A bunch of random doodles. A compass, "Never Eat Shredded Wheat", a mnemonic that will help you remember directions on a compass (north south east west), and in the lower left corner on the right page, a guy's back. Plus, me freaking out over Blonde Bond.
More talk about Blonde Bond, with Monopoly stickers and random doodles. I wrote something that I liked on the bottom of the page (you can't read it all): "Sometimes I think the reason why I go so... spastic over guys I have things for [is] because I am trying to recapture the glory and agony I felt during my first real ones [crushes]. It's like how junkies keep doing drugs to recapture the feeling of that first high. Do we spend our entire lives chasing after the things that bring us pleasure just so that we can recapture the way it made us feel the very first time?"
Or: the page I already showed you guys. [g]
Me considering the songs I'd put on a mix CD for Blonde Bond. If I ever make it.
Earlier this week, I dreamed that I, and two other people, won the lottery. I was grinning like a moron and telling everyone that I'd be able to REALLY go to whatever college I wanted to now, and then I woke up immensely pissed off. And then earlier this morning I had one about Daniel Craig hitting on me while I was on the run and trying to get into Canada. I... might like where my subconcious is going. But damn, I could really use the lotto money now.
Re: American Idol: Keep Blake, Lakisha, Melinda, Chris S., and Jordin, please?
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while I was on the run and trying to get into Canada
Sometimes we just need to stop and ask our dreams "why?"