there was once a bum on the train
whose name was Lorraine
he hobbled between cars
and fell to the tracks
sprained his spine
lied there still till the train roared by
then got back up and trailed behind
his body ached and he knew that
walking between cars was a mistake
but he wasn't about to stay put
in the dank tunnel with the rats
underground
and so he continued on
didn't know where he was going
or how he was getting there,
just as long as he was going somewhere.
Sunday, May 30, 2010
Thursday, May 27, 2010
My Addiction
Ok, I admit it. I have an addiction. And that is that I am addicted to collecting notebooks. It's reached a point of rediculousness for how many notebooks I have. I'm not even sure if rediculousness is a word, but it exists in my world. And my world is the master of all kingdoms, therefore rediculousness is a word. But back to where I was going with this...
I don't even know why the hell I bought some of the notebooks I have. Honestly, why did I ever think I'd need a wallet-sized navy blue notebook with no more than 50 pages in it? That thing wouldn't last me one freaking day before it would be filled up...that is, if I ever used the damn thing. There it has sat, unmarked, in my desk for God knows how long already. And I'm sure it'll continue to sit, unmarked, for years to come, unless I choose to use it as a stocking stuffer this Christmas. (Friends, don't be surprised if you see a little navy blue notebook with 50 pages popping up at your doorstep this December.) But seeing as I'm strangely attached to my paper products, I'm sure it'll remain intact, collecting dust as always.
One thing that a lifetime of collecting paper has taught me is all of the fun things notebooks can be used for. Here are some of the things I've used my notebooks for:
- Travel log
- Diary (naturally)
- To do lists/goals
- Colorful paper airplanes (Deville Airlines, welcome aboard this aircrap. Please make yourselves uncomfortable. There will be no food, no movies, no bathroom breaks, no salty little nuts in the shiny packages, no music, no blinking, no good looking sterwardesses, no airconditioning, and definitely no sleeping pills to make the time go faster...oh, and this flight will be 12 hours long. We won't be leaving the runway either. We'll just be sitting in one spot for 12 hours thinking of all the places we'd rather be.)
- Things to do before I die
- A biography of a character I made up in my head
- Poetry (my own and my favorite poems)
- Dream journal
- The anti-procrastination log (needless to say, this notebook didn't see much action. I'm destined to be an eternal procrastinator.)
- A list of all the different ways I can use my other notebooks
- Silly little drawings
- Serious little drawings
- Inspiration log
- Book log
- Letters I wrote to people, but never sent
- Quotes, phrases, and paragraphs that I liked from different things I've read
- A scrapbook that I was going to start, but then I ran out of money to print pictures with. So there it sits with one memory in it.
That's more than a few, but it's ok. You can never have too many ways to use a notebook. I'm at a loss right now actually because I just got a really pretty notebook that says "Paris" and has the Eiffel Tower on the cover, but I have no idea what I'm going to use it for. For the first time in my life, I can't come up with a fun way to use a notebook. This sucks. Maybe I should give it to someone who's tripping on acid and let them do what they want with it, then see what happens. That would be cool. Hopefully they wouldn't just sit there and stare at it, or better yet, wait for it to write on them. Ok, scratch that. I'll give it to a drunk person. Even if they rip it up and puke on it, at least it'll have served its purpose. Actually, that's a pretty great idea!
Drunk person + Notebook = A Plan entitled Plan A.
Homeless person + Notebook = A Plan that just hit me out of nowhere, but is still pretty damn good.
Oh paper. <3
I don't even know why the hell I bought some of the notebooks I have. Honestly, why did I ever think I'd need a wallet-sized navy blue notebook with no more than 50 pages in it? That thing wouldn't last me one freaking day before it would be filled up...that is, if I ever used the damn thing. There it has sat, unmarked, in my desk for God knows how long already. And I'm sure it'll continue to sit, unmarked, for years to come, unless I choose to use it as a stocking stuffer this Christmas. (Friends, don't be surprised if you see a little navy blue notebook with 50 pages popping up at your doorstep this December.) But seeing as I'm strangely attached to my paper products, I'm sure it'll remain intact, collecting dust as always.
One thing that a lifetime of collecting paper has taught me is all of the fun things notebooks can be used for. Here are some of the things I've used my notebooks for:
- Travel log
- Diary (naturally)
- To do lists/goals
- Colorful paper airplanes (Deville Airlines, welcome aboard this aircrap. Please make yourselves uncomfortable. There will be no food, no movies, no bathroom breaks, no salty little nuts in the shiny packages, no music, no blinking, no good looking sterwardesses, no airconditioning, and definitely no sleeping pills to make the time go faster...oh, and this flight will be 12 hours long. We won't be leaving the runway either. We'll just be sitting in one spot for 12 hours thinking of all the places we'd rather be.)
- Things to do before I die
- A biography of a character I made up in my head
- Poetry (my own and my favorite poems)
- Dream journal
- The anti-procrastination log (needless to say, this notebook didn't see much action. I'm destined to be an eternal procrastinator.)
- A list of all the different ways I can use my other notebooks
- Silly little drawings
- Serious little drawings
- Inspiration log
- Book log
- Letters I wrote to people, but never sent
- Quotes, phrases, and paragraphs that I liked from different things I've read
- A scrapbook that I was going to start, but then I ran out of money to print pictures with. So there it sits with one memory in it.
That's more than a few, but it's ok. You can never have too many ways to use a notebook. I'm at a loss right now actually because I just got a really pretty notebook that says "Paris" and has the Eiffel Tower on the cover, but I have no idea what I'm going to use it for. For the first time in my life, I can't come up with a fun way to use a notebook. This sucks. Maybe I should give it to someone who's tripping on acid and let them do what they want with it, then see what happens. That would be cool. Hopefully they wouldn't just sit there and stare at it, or better yet, wait for it to write on them. Ok, scratch that. I'll give it to a drunk person. Even if they rip it up and puke on it, at least it'll have served its purpose. Actually, that's a pretty great idea!
Drunk person + Notebook = A Plan entitled Plan A.
Homeless person + Notebook = A Plan that just hit me out of nowhere, but is still pretty damn good.
Oh paper. <3
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