Stop me.
I can't stop buying notebooks.

When in a bookstore, I wander around, (maybe) subconsciously looking for the notebook section. Most of my notebook purchases are on impulse, with the exception of school notebooks the only exception I can think of at this time. Some of these impulse buys turn out to be notebooks that I do use, like the 99-peso "Personal. Memo." notebook I bought during a quick trip (wherein I felt the salespeople's eyes staring holes into me) to Office Warehouse. At first, it was just another pretty notebook that caught my eye but it soon became my "for my eyes only" journal. Ever since that day, I've been religiously (and dedicatedly) writing in it. But, of course, not all of my notebooks are put to good use. Most of them have become victims to my awful habit of ripping out pages often. I've never ripped all the pages off a notebook, but I've come near to that. Some just end up unused, collecting dust in a section in one of my cabinets in my room. Yes, I have a cabinet section (I don't know how to exactly call it)--plus a box--full of notebooks, used, unused, discontinued.

Today I just bought a Cattleya Note notebook. I mean, I had to take advantage of the situation! I was withholding my money for the Divisoria trip I was to go on next week when this notebook caught my eye. Maybe I wouldn't say it exactly caught my eye. I just saw it there. And I had this strange urge to buy it. The little men in my brain have been split into two camps--Team "Don't buy it!" and Team "YOU KNOW YOU WANT TO (insert smug eyebrow raise prodding)". As aforementioned, the latter won. I couldn't resist the smug eyebrow raise prodding! Although I didn't really buy it (my mom did), I'm calling it Ellie's notebook impulse buy no. 209859819581205182.

The most intimidating part to a new notebook came to me just minutes ago. I was struck by an idea ("Hey, why don't I list the names of the members of this band?"). I didn't want to write it in my journal, for some reason, so off I go to the table. I grab the notebook and go over to my desk. It's always hard for me to write for the very first time in a new notebook. Heck, even in an old notebook that I left unused for a while. My random idea (I just realized it now) didn't end up on paper--my name did, on the front page. I have decided to separate myself from it until school comes. ...although this separation might be a problem, since the notebook will be just a cabinet-opening away...

Ooh, another tidbit on me and notebooks: I have this sort of OCD thing with them. Most of the time, I want notebooks to just have a SOLE purpose. Like, this notebook is just for my doodles. And this notebook is for my innermost thoughts, rants, raves, blahblahblah. This one's for lists. Just lists. I get all irked up when I mess up this 'thing'. Although this 'thing' that I have with notebooks don't always get followed in the long run, it always pops up when it comes to notebooks. I don't think anyone would really get me on this, but whatever.

Hmm. I must really like notebooks (if not like, just strangely attached/attracted to them). I mean, I dedicated a (maybe silly) post to them. And a long one at that.