A Critical Inquiry into "What the f*ck am I doing?" Part III

The past two weeks, I have been looking through my “everything notebook.” This is a bullet journal that I have crammed information into for the past two years. When I say “information,” I mean… anything and everything that I have thought about in the past two years. And when I say “crammed” I really mean I have truly crammed it all in there. 

I hate wasting space, and also love this journal dearly, so as more pages filled up, and I saw the number of blank pages diminishing, it has started to look more and more like the writings of a madman. It also can be hard to decipher, not even considering my chicken-scratch handwriting.

Despite its chaotic and stress-inducing organization and layout, it somehow is an integral part of how I organize, track and carry out my life.

I refer back to it constantly because it can tell me what I did on a random day, because it has most of my critical theory and visual culture notes and because it has a lot of crazy, unexplored ideas and questions.

The latter is my favorite part of this journal. These ideas, questions and reminders are often written in all caps, in random margins… and usually don’t make much sense when looking back on them. Or they are quotes with absolutely no context. Either way, they make good blog content.

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