Borders trip and journals

As mentioned in the previous entry, I went with Hidek to Borders. I was going to buy a mag to get one last example of a grid for my art class, but I forgot to check natalieportman.com to see if she was in any new mags. (She isn’t. I guess she’s really busy working now.) Didn’t know if Evanescence was in any magazine out now either. So I didn’t buy any magazines.

I was looking at this one mag, I forget what it’s called… It’s about (I don’t even know the word) modifying/editing/cutting up/accentuating/something your clothes. I was gonna buy it, but it’s $14. ACK! There was also this drawing magazine that looked interesting (despite my lack of drawing as of late), but that was expensive too, $12, so I didn’t get it. *tear*

(I have, or had, $60 allowance [four weeks’ worth, since I won’t be home for a while], I spent $16.08 on a CD with ten songs on it [but it ended up being worth it XD], and I still need to buy Christmas presents. I won’t actually need all my allowance, but I also want to go on a clothes shopping spree since I haven’t really bought anything since spring [tank tops absolutely don’t count], and I’m thinking of spending my Christmas money on a GBA SP since the DS doesn’t play Gameboy games and I don’t like GBA games sticking out at the bottom and I don’t know why but the D-pad on the DS Lite doesn’t work for me. Either it’s too small or my thumb is too fat or maybe there isn’t enough height to it; I just find myself working a lot more to move around than I would on, say, the N64 D-pad. [I think my favorite D-pad would be on the Super NES uber-tastic controller, whatever it’s called, the one with all the little switches on the top. I don’t like the Gamecube’s, just because you have to reach so far over to get to it.] Wow I’m being really rambly and long-sentence-winded. Too much caffeine! O_O But back to the original point of this parenthetical aside, that’s why I didn’t want to buy the magazines. Or what I’m mentioning next.)

After that I looked at the notebooks Borders has (no Moleskines, curse Barnes & Noble!). I really really really like journals … I remember the first one I bought. It was one of those cheap ones with a plastic cover and tabs for a lock to go through. (Apparently at that age, no one would think of just tearing the plastic tabs off.) The pages would fall out after a few turns, too. I bought it at a … thing, I forget what it’s called; it was at my elementary school, where all these cheap (but some nice) things would be brought to the cafetorium for kids to buy for the winter holidays as gifts, and where I would end up spending half my money on myself. XD;;

I don’t think I’ve bought a nice journal for myself since then. (I never used that journal either. I think I wrote a short entry on the first page, but lost interest after that page fell out.) I’ve bought boring notebooks at Staples or whatever office supply store. I bought a sketchbook at Michael’s (made from recycled paper, of course). Also bought a blank “Sketchbook” (with the big “S”) from Borders for a multimedia class (it was required for a journal, but I never kept it up *shame*).

Even so, I’ve discovered that I really like journals. I suppose I’ve said it elsewhere, but I just like the potential of creation that these things symbolize (to me). I’d love to buy a nice blank journal and fill it up with anything that I deem worthy. The problem is I don’t have anything I deem worthy of going in a storehouse of creativity. (“Anything” would be thoughts, doodles, sketches, poems, lines, ideas, anything.) So I don’t buy anything nice. :(

But, I think this Christmas, if I have any money left over, I’m just going to go to Borders and splurge on the start of my journal collection. And I’ll force myself to put something in them. Even just dots. Yeah. Dots are good. That’s what’s used in printing. *nod*

I saw this one notebook today. It has “Desire” on, erm, if not the cover, then on the inside. It’s lined, and it has quotes and pictures in it. I thought it was really attractive. :o Partly probably because of The Sandman and the Endless. XD I’ll buy that if I find it again. But I think the first notebook I have to buy is a Moleskine. Definitely.

Fruit Stand

I’m inputting old dreams into my dreamlog right now, and I found this one dream where I found some Fruit Stand drinks. Now I really want a Fruit Stand juice. >_> Even though the bottle mouth always bugged me and I was afraid I’d hurt myself on it.

It doesn’t help that I just had a chicken sandwich with salsa in it, all pretty salty.

Fruit Staaaaand … *drools*

childhood Toys R Us

I just had this memory flash of something from my childhood. For some reason I thought of the old old Toys R Us, the very back wall. I don’t remember what was there, wooden puzzles? Board games? Books? Something sort of boxy and flat like that. I seriously had not thought of that since … since the last time I saw that, I guess.

Now I remember the video/books section. I guess that’s what it was. Mostly I just remember the time we wanted to buy the Rugrats Christmas video (“The Santa Experience”).

I don’t know, it was just weird. There I was, working on a layout, and then flash, old Toys R Us. Trippy.

Disney music, movies

I don’t know if there’s something wrong with this, but I have the music from Disneyland’s Main Street Electrical Parade on my computer, and it makes me happy. ^^

Also, last night, I listened to “Love” from Robin Hood, performed by Nancy Adams. When I read the title of the song I couldn’t recall how it sounded, but I at least didn’t not remember it. Then when I listened to it … omigosh! I was a kid again! I haven’t heard it in the longest time. Robin Hood wasn’t one of the Disney movies my family watched often. Mainly because it’s taped at the end of an Anne of Green Gables/Avonlea movie. O.o We never figured out how or why that happened.

But I plan to buy the DVD for Robin Hood. heehee. I already bought the DVD of Bedknobs and Broomsticks. (Er, parents paid for it though. >.>) We used to have a tape of it, not a store-bought one, but it disappeared somewhere. One of the mysteries of our house. (Another item that disappeared without a trace leaving only the case was my mom’s tape of ’60s girl groups.)

now you’re even older

Oh yeah, another instance where I felt my age, although it didn’t make me feel older, exactly … just that a lot of time has gone by.

Saturday I caught the last half of the one hour long All That special my brother was watching. It was so cool to see Kenan and Kel and Josh! XD Then there was a commercial break or something and someone said it was the 10th Anniversary Special or something, and I just said, “Ten years?!” I remember everyone looking like kids, I remember Katrina (she was my favorite), I remember Angelique Bates (she was the first to leave, right?), I remember that chocolate show, and how it always either made me want chocolate or made my teeth hurt, I remember the Ross Perot Character …

It’s rather odd that I remember all this. O_o Because I don’t have much of a memory of … anything, really. My past, I mean. I remember only a few things … a few weird instances … and thoughts I had … snippets. It’s like there’re more holes than cheese, regarding my memories … but I think I realize that I remember a LOT about tv … sad, really. I remember the first time we watched Snick. ^^; For some reason everyone was all together in the living room. Erm. Daddy was at the dining room table reading the newspaper, but we were essentially in the same room … or … were we normally all in the same room? I really can’t remember. Oh well.