#Journal Entry - November

[edwardian-girl-next-door]

Monday, November 26th, 1917

"Frostily cold night; stars polished to their brightest: so much brighter than the street lights."

~ Virginia Woolf, The Diary of Virginia Woolf, vol. 1 (1915-1919), ed. Anne Olivier Bell

[kitkatstu-dies]

Day 49/100 [01/03/2025]

My other brother's birthday -> we played pickleball and went to a trampoline park

Lifted in the morning (arm day) -> did bench for the first time in months and got a pr in shoulder raises

Worked more on my art payments

[gymncpdie]

Shared my journal entry for the November prompt on my Patreon 😊 If any of you would like to do the prompt, you totally can! No need to be a member on Patreon. And definitely tag me because I'd love to read your entries.

It’s interesting to grow up and discover that so much of the world functions on a superficial level. And the same can be said about adults.

What's something about your present self that your younger self would be proud of?

[alizahawthorne]

november 19, 2024

i hope you find your soulmate in this lifetime. my knees are bruised from praying that it’s me.

[remembertheplunge]

1/6 /1990

Margin note in blue ink on the 1/6/1990 journal page Along with sketch drawing:

“I’m just letting Sea-at-till happen today.

I’m just letting me happen today.

Parking meters and posts scream ONE WAY in their tarnished state here in SEA-at-TILL. (The drawing)

__________

As for the 1/6/90 entry itself, I have begun a presume.

I’m writing about how life is 10 years in the future for me on 1/6/2000 when I am 44.

My presume goes on for pages and is way off the mark from what actually happened, it painted a decade of peaceful process. In fact, it was a decade of of tumultuous upheaval.

[cigarretteluvr]

my november is right now

as i find myself at winters doorstep, i think how transformative this time of year always seems to be for me

sad spring showers and lazy beach days may just serve as filler episodes to the life i embark on in the fall. it's unfathomable to me that the girl running around anaheim in july is the same girl writing this now. i feel like i've been asleep and woken up a version of myself i didn't realize i've always wanted to be.

discovering music i never thought i'd like, radiating joy, living life fanatically. opening doors and closing others-- every november, like clockwork.

this november my lungs are full of light and my heart is full of love. excitement flows freely though me. i feel myself dance my way out of life's tests and singing when i would typically scream. reading and writing and playing music and doing everything i’ve ever wanted to do. i’ve built a life for myself full of laughter and music and pasta and wine. everything feels like it's within my reach.

my toenails are blue. i've switched perfumes and i'm ordering different drinks at bars. my screen time is nonexistent and i'm laughing from my stomach more often than not. my reflection is unrecognizable, but i see myself clearer now than ever. november is so sweet to me. every november.

november 2018. i was fifteen and i listened to flower boy for the first time. i was driving through (or rather, looking out the window as my dad drove through) the grapevine into los angeles. it was my dream to be here, make movies.

i downloaded the album on spotify to give a full run through. i thought road trips were the best way to appreciate music (and still do). i started with november (it seemed topical). i was inspired. instantly. i fell in love with the song, with the album, with music, with life. driving through la for the first time with tyler scoring the ride-- it doesn't get more magical than that at fifteen. as determined as i was to make a life for myself down here before that, it became the only thing that mattered after. i became engulfed in a lust for life that was only fueled by the views at griffith, the art at lacma, the chaos of venice beach, and the magic of the hollywood sign.

november 2024. chomokopia soundtracks my way to dodger stadium. living life fuller than fifteen year old me could have ever imagined. camp flog gnaw all by myself, a radio show on air, friends all over southern california and endless stories to tell them. dressed in vintage clothing, writing updates on my tumblr.

i've known love and loss and made art (and got recognized for my art) and built friendships and experienced awe and danced and sang and made mistakes and learned from them

and fifteen year old me laid the foundation for all of it that november. had it not been for that brave, wide-eyed girl: nothing. so daring, so insatiable, so determined to make the most of life before it ever even hit her. driven and impatient, just like i am now (but better about it all now, i think).

i like to think i'm making her proud-- in the ways that matter at least. here i am fulfilling all her prophecies. and not for her, but because of her.

i have had many novembers that have completely changed me. sweet novembers, crazy novemebers. but this november feels extra sweet. sickeningly sweet. this november feels necessary. as dramatic as november 2018.

when i first listened to the song, i wondered what all my novembers could be. but now that i'm older, i realize my november is right now. always

[hinderr]

(Reading my own old journal entries) damn this bitch getting me

[sangronxx]

[lex-the-radical]

dear person who raised me

I wish that I had all the money in the world to repay you for the debt of my existence. 

Not that you would ever make me, let alone remind me of all the pointless pennies spent on me,

But to show you that there was a reward for dealing with me. 

[yourgoldengirl]

Being 26.

I'd always thought being 26 would feel somewhat sad.

I thought Paramore had created the perfect song for that perfect age.

I feel like 25 & 26 go hand in hand (besides the obvious number order).

25 I finally felt like I could fit in myself. With 26 I no longer feel like I fit in myself but I feel like I know me.

I can finally talk to my dad without picking up a fight.

I can make my own decisions and leave places If I want to (thank god for a good paying job)

I traveled outside the country for the first time in ages.

I have been with my boyfriend for over a year, and he's a beautiful gentleman.

It's like, the life I had dreamed of, started dreaming of me.

Like finally, after seeing everyone around me getting what they desired, it got to my turn.

Granted I've been broken because of absences in my life and never will I ever feel completely healed in that way.

That's what I think Taylor meant when singing about ghosts and friends gotten left behind means.

Still, I wouldn't change a thing. It all has lead me to where I am today, which is, a pretty nice place If I do say so myself.

Cheers to 26. A wonderful year to live.

And cheers to 27. Time to discover what this year will bring.

[edwardian-girl-next-door]

Monday, November 4th, 1918

"I keep thinking of different ways to manage my scenes; conceiving endless possibilities; seeing life, as I walk about the streets, an immense opaque block of material to be conveyed by me into its equivalent of language."

~ Virginia Woolf, The Diary of Virginia Woolf, vol. 1 (1915-1919), ed. Anne Olivier Bell

[m3louandthemoon]

waiting for my copy of “The Artist’s Way” to come in. i’m excited 🥹

[alizahawthorne]

november 3, 2024

there is hate brewing in my bones. i do not believe it will stop until you are laid to rest.

[shinybeads]

Putting it out there in the universe that it would be really cool if the game had its big Q4 update on my birthday haha 🙏✨️

[just-me-madeline]

Throwback entry, but the love for Mary Oliver poetry continues.

P.S. For one more day=10/10, Such a Fun Age=8/10, Sense & Sensibility(is it sacrilegious to say the movie is better) 8/10.

[weirdowearingprada]