24.09.13 by Jeff

Pendleton Notebooks Giveaway

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This week’s giveaway is a collection of Pendleton notebooks, courtesy of Chronicle Books. If you wanna snag the set, leave a comment below with a short journal entry about your day. We’ll pick a winner on Friday.


pendleton notebooks chronicle books giveaway

 

pendleton notebooks chronicle books giveaway

 

pendleton notebooks chronicle books giveaway

 

pendleton notebooks chronicle books giveaway

 

pendleton notebooks chronicle books giveaway

 

pendleton notebooks chronicle books giveaway

 

pendleton notebooks chronicle books giveaway

 

“Pendleton Notebook Collection” by Chronicle Books

 





  • Nicole

    Today I tried to be a type A personality. This included going to an appointment on time, going to the bank, having a job interview at an office, riding the max train while looking out at the rain and not feeling miserable. Total opposite style. I even bought a planner. I want one of these notebooks to doodle in while I’m drinking tea and hiding from the fog. Or maybe getting drunk at a bar with a firepit with friends when we can’t stand to be inside anymore.

  • jaycie

    i woke up and regretted not getting my flu shot last week when my mum asked me too. mother knows best and now im sick and the second day of school is probably going to go worse than the first. On the flip side i had coffee and cereal for breakfast, lunch, and most likely dinner because im an adult and in charge of my own decisions. But im also a child who really wants her mom here to take care of her while she’s sick.

  • sincerelyhana

    Dear Diary- Today I had ramen at Momofuku and it was delicious! Jeff should have been there!

    • http://www.booooooom.com/ Jeff Hamada

      awwwww man – maybe you’ll still be there if/when i go back?

      • sincerelyhana

        hurry up!

  • joshua larsen

    My dream was loud and vivid. I spent far too long trying to use a pay phone; it continued to spit out coins and bits of fruit. It was not clear as to who I was attempting to contact, but nonetheless, I tried to use the troublesome device. Eventually, I was dragged away, by a friend who I did not recognize. Out into the road we went, where we were run over by a large red pickup. Today I had my first driving lesson. it went rather well despite the premonition of the night before.

  • John King

    Ed waved as I pulled into the Irving station parking lot beside the black Honda he and Reg had driven for two hours through the fog from St. John’s. These guys were my age, greying. I moved slowly, trying to protect my back from any further twinges that started yesterday and got worse this morning. The old Fender amp wasn’t large but it had gained weight since the last time I plugged it in, more than a decade ago. It cleaned up nicely and my photos for Kijiji did their work- a firm sale with a single email.

    I brought the old Vox guitar along just in case they might be interested. It had shared the back of the closet with the amp, in similar neglect. Ed was interested, but it was Reg who picked it up and played it for a bit, while sitting on the amp in the parking
    lot. Ed haggled a bit then finally decided he would have it. He went in to the gas station ATM and returned with a wad of twenties in his hand. Reg had an amplifier he would appreciate, Ed a vintage guitar he had appraised.

  • http://shicakemakesstuff.com/ Melissa M

    Tuesday 24, september, 2013.
    20.49
    Today I woke up and realized I had no classes since it was a holiday. It was great until I realized I had 7 assignments due this/ next week. Not a good start of my day if you asked me. After I ate a half baguette sandwich and a tall glass of lemonade, I told myself I was going to start one of my assignments. I started by watching a movie first cause, hey, it’s better to be relax than stressed out right? Right. So after I wasted 1h 45m watching a really crappy movie, I started my assignment. It didn’t go as bad as I expect. At least I tried. Mentally preparing myself for the Breaking Bad finale, exams and projects. This week is going to be a really long week.

    P.S.: Get more baguette and maybe some ramen noodles.

  • Nicole Williams

    Tuesday 24th, 2013
    Today I fell in love.
    He’s a tall brunette with gorgeous, captivating green eyes.
    More importantly, he the sweetest heart in the world.
    He’s a great listener, empathizer, and really cares for everyone.
    What more can you possible say about the day you fell in love for the first time?!?
    It was fabulous.
    Yesterday I knew him;
    but today I fell in love.

    I also had carrots for lunch:)

  • Rachael Melanson

    6am: Kale w/Garlic and Cumin and Scrambled Eggs on Chia Bread toast.

    10am: Indonesian single origin coffee brewed in Hario V60.

    2pm: Baked Red Plum Pastry.

    4pm: Miso, Parsley and Bean noodle broth.
    Banana, Flax and Almond Milk Shake.

    6pm: Apple.

    The Beatles (at work), Tangerine Dream, NTS Radio on Soundcloud, One Oh Trix Point Never.

    Making coffee / Editing video / Playing with 808 Kick Drum Sample.

    Biking.

  • Cecilia Lindgren

    Today was one of those busy crazy days. I woke up earlier then usual with a lot of stuff on my mind. Recently, I decided I would make much more money that I’m currently earning, so I took two more jobs, besides the one I’m working since February.

    Just to clarify my situation, I’m a cultural producer, managing a 10 people rock band office, promoting cultural events at a store and, also, creating social media content for an architecture office.
    Nobody made me to take all these tasks, I know, and I didn’t think it would be easy.

    So I started work today before I get up, dealing with 12 bosses and solving problems for 3 companies. I made some calls, planned a bunch of stuff, sent some email and then I got up.
    I spent my whole day dealing with egos, trying to negotiate deadlines, asking for contracts, trying to figure out how to have patience for all the lack of judgement, commitment, security and objectivity of all those artists I have to deal with.

    The thing is, I’m here, at the end of the day, annoyed, tired, asking myself why. Everyday I have the same answer: there’s nothing else in the entire world that I love so much to work with.

    I always wanted to be an artist, but I thought I didn’t have any skills or talent to be one.
    Today, I know which my art is: to be a producer.

  • Natalie

    Today was interesting. I woke up early, showered, and was at breakfast by 8:15am. Chatted with Catherine about what’s wrong with people in America, mass shootings, where the government is failing, and other things we came across in the NYTimes. Had graphic design at 10:30 and my pieces were critiqued today. I love that class but I get frustrated when there is mixed feedback on all three of my pieces. How am I supposed to know what to change when everyone disagreed? It was interesting to see how each person’s sketch resembled previous collage and line pieces that they’d done–I guess sometimes it’s hard to break out of a style. Intro to Ethnicity, Race, and Migration was next; nothing too exciting there. Then I had work which flew by today, thankfully. I hit the gym post-work because I had a sudden rush of anxiety and had to get it all out. Maybe it was because of the conversation I’d been having with my ex about how to be friends again and if either of us are ready to move on. Long distance relationships really suck. Now I’m hanging out in my dorm’s basement all night doing work and hopefully writing a research paper proposal that’s due tomorrow at 10am.

    My high: having an open night for once and finally going to the gym for the first time since school started
    My low: realizing yet again how lonely college can be

  • meltedmalice

    9/24/13
    Searching, yearning, gushing, wishing, wanting waiting.

    Waiting.

    Waiting.

    And more waiting.

    You were everywhere today.

    I want to dissolve like acid onto the earth’s tongue, subjecting myself to its entirety – savoring it, paying close attention to your flesh. I will memorize these moments semi-accurately. And then I will write them down. It will be the greatest story ever told.

  • M Blevins

    here’s the thing about driving back home so late at night
    well here’s the thing about driving between one state and the next, and here’s the thing about the middle state between those two that middle state is a grey area and it used to be these ugly shapeless heathen coal mountains and it used to be what i thought about west virginia.

    here’s the thing now, though, let me tell you. those shapeless
    mountains got formed somewhere between the countless hours and unthinkable miles into a forgotten great aunt or uncle, who, you know, is always there for you, i suppose. when you are down on your luck and need some kind of reminder.

    here’s the thing about this morning. it was so foggy and eerie,
    and doesn’t everything look more holy when it’s enveloped in fog? neon gas station signs shining out like angels from heaven and here’s the real thing:

    more than once i thought, “well hell, i could be dead already for
    twenty miles and this is what it’s like to drive right into the gates of heaven.”

  • Sienna Scheid

    September 24, 2013

    There are two things I am very grateful for today: the kind bus driver and the mean bus driver.

    0830 HOURS
    I’ve never taken my bike on the bus. But today I let my momentum decide for me as I whiz past my preferred bike-rack on the way to the bus stop. The road ahead has never been caressed with my stiff tires, and I relish in the newness of the pavement. I’m so infatuated with ride that I pass my usual bus stop and roll to the next one a quarter mile down the road. There I wait, lounging in the grass with my bike propped against the sign and my back propped against my bike. The lumbering square box that is my bus (#220) wobbles down the hill and grunts to a halt in front of me as I slide my headphones off my ears. I nervously move to the rack mounted on the ugly face of the ancient technology. I’m stumbling to get it open and I’m embarrassed as hell. Eons later my beautiful little bike is snug on the apparatus and I slink into the behemoth and begin to drop $2.50 into the money stand. The driver stares me down and then says, “we’re not giving you an easy time this morning, are we?” Thank God for friendly bus drivers.

    0100 HOURS
    I unlatch my bike from the rack as an elderly couple (professors?) whispers and smokes against the brick wall to my right. I nonchalantly whip my hair around and fit my headphones on to give them some privacy, then pull my bike out and head to the stairs (don’t ask my why they put the bike-rack on the second story of campus). At the bottom I hop on and glide to the bus stop to the north – one I’ve never waited at before. Someone is already there. He pumps his fist as some cholos shout at us from the bed of an old Dodge driving by, then offers me some green Tic-Tacs. I refuse. He motions for me to sit down on the rotting bench, but I don’t like how he eyes me, so I say no again and fix my backpack’s chest strap running under my boobs and making them seem more pronounced than they really are. Then I lean comfortably against my bike as I contemplate whether he is high or handicapped. I go with drunk as the bus lumbers up and he asks for the time even though the bus runs on a schedule. I have no problem bringing down the rack and nestling my bike in its black metal frame. As I step onto the bus I see it’s the grumpy old hag driver. I hand her my ticket, knowing it expired half an hour ago and dreading to have to fork out another $2.50 ($5 round trip! As if!). She looks at it and grumbles. My hands tighten around my shoulder straps as she crumbles it in her stubby fist. I’m uncertain. But then the bus begins to move and I thank God for grumpy don’t-give-a-shiz bus drivers.

  • Jsweat

    Today I went to school, then went to work, then took the bus home and did my homework. Maybe if I had some nice notebooks, I would write beautiful poetry. Instead I will walk to my neighbors house and make him give me guitar strings. I’ll come home and write a fancy song… But if I had a fancy notebook, I could write some fancy lyrics too.
    x

  • Tashrika Sharma

    Tuesday 24, September, 2013
    11:49 PM – Boston @ Boston College

    Full yoga wake up added. Loosened up and awake. Went to go over group’s work on tracing the movement of wood-worked Chinese pagodas from the 1915 Panama Pacific International Exhibition to present day. Moved onto the library to understand set theory. Took a ride accompanying a friend with errands. Returned to the library to continue set theory. Went over a problem set with set theory (a set in a set.) Ate a good meal with a good friend. Watched the sun set and turn the sky red over decaffeinated coffee. Dissolved the day with my RA Staff Meeting.

    Checked BOOOOOOOM!

  • maggie

    Today, me and my boyfriend of 4 years have been giving each the silent treatment, I wonder how much longer we both can keep this til’ one of us croaks. I know it won’t be me! It’s been quite the immature day.

    • Barbara Jean Golden

      Cut it out life is too long and happy for that. Do something that you know makes him laugh he will thank you for it later. You have been with him four years let today be a happy four oH!**** one. Juz a suggezun

  • Baylie

    For 9.24.13, Today I woke up late, got to my class late, but wasn’t noticed. I also plucked up the courage to be on the School wide televised announcements. It really was quite a personal accomplishment. Frosted vanilla cookies is the shades of a color wheel, promoted my Harry Potter club during lunch in the front Commons, wrote a Debate case, spoke some Japanese, and drank a Diet Coke. I also painted a postcard for my foreign exchange student friend back home in Germany; Jo. I was also reminded by how amazing my mom is. She’s certainly my best friend! But now, I’m going to bed early so I can wake up an hour earlier tomorrow morning to celebrate my School Spirit with a bunch of classmates, because really, when you think about it, why not?

  • Bailey Wailey

    Wednesday 25 September. (NEW ZEALAND)
    Today was like any other day. I woke up a little late and laid in bed thinking about what i should have for breakfast. By 11:30 I was up out of bed, dressed and ready to make me some breakfast. For breakfast i had Scrambled eggs on vogel bread with a hot cup of coffee. It was marvelous. I continued on with my day by going on facebook and posting some of my own photos up to my instagram account. When i got bored of surfing the web i decided to start on my opinion essay for school, the topic was “Should marijuana be legalized” in my opinion, i believe it should. So i did a bit of research on marijuana, the effects of the drug and the benefits. I trapped myself in my bed room for majority of the day, listening to Michael Jackson and at the same time re-blogging millions of photos of him on my tumblr account. Today, i also made a discovery, i discovered that my shed has a secret door, at first i was a bit scared but i was so eager to have a look at what was in there i just couldn’t resist, behind the secret door i found an old spade and wheel barrow and a dead rat. I wasn’t excited about the things i had found at all, i mean, what is a 15 year old supposed to do with a spade and a wheel barrow? apart from gardening, uhhhh no thank you. At the moment i am listening to ‘the fray’ i’m not the biggest fan of this group, but they do have some pretty awesome and meaningful songs. Now I think i might go and make me some noodles, life is a breeze.

  • Dasssexist

    Today, in my yoga class, I finally got deep enough into the Pasarita Padottenasana (google et!) pose to touch my fingers to the ground. It’s something I’ve been working on for a few months- very relieving/rewarding. Still no progress on my Genetics Lab paper… Priorities.

  • William Rodriguez

    Yo, so I like went to late night and ish and I got some cereal with chocolate milk and I knew it was wrong but I did it anyway and then I took a phone and I wanted to say swag really bad but I couldn’t because I knew it was wrong and I couldn’t and then my laptop was about to die and it was dramatic and then I did some Spanish homework and then we ran out of time and I screamed in agony and then an oatmeal cookie I know, riiiight?

  • HaleyMcLain

    Today I got mega primped. Did a photoshoot of the opening of 2 stores in downtown Seattle as well as a book signing held by one of my favorite fashion personalities/writers, Simon Doonan. Champagne & macaroons, baby. Afterwards I took a 2 mile walk & attended an art lecture.

  • Anthony le Bourlier

    It’s 9:14 in the Galeries Lafayette in Paris.
    Not open yet. It’s hot and orange.
    Another 3000 peoples that will pass in front of me today.
    I just wait for her. I’ll wait for her once again, and she won’t come.

    Time to open, but wait, what’s that across in the sky ?

    what’s th

  • catherine

    25 September 2013, 12:28 AM

    today was a good day. i woke up and felt it. not that i planned for it or really put effort into making it a good day. it was just effortlessly good. how good days should be.

    i was able to move at my own pace, was able to appreciate drinking my black coffee slowly and not feeling the stress i had felt over the past couple of days.

    i was once again reminded of how much i appreciated where i am in my life and how much i loved my friends. those warm feelings came back.

    tomorrow i hope to take a nice hike in the hills in the morning, visit book/shop to see if eric has anymore of the old new yorker issues left, and drink more coffee slowly. it should be a good day as well.

  • http://www.alexdietrich.at/ Blue Soul

    I just woke up.

  • seaparrot

    When Matt wished me a happy birthday today, he said he hoped that my day would be full of surprises.

    SURPRISE! I caught that flu that’s been going around my department.

  • Jon Marshall

    Woke up late, saw booooooom’s notebook giveaway, left a comment, crossed my fingers.

  • Guest

    My husband and I had our usual morning bit of ultra domestic violence and I offered my usual reaction to his screaming and preaching by taking a firm hold of the vacuum cleaner and proceeding to work my way through the dirt and dog hair that had accumulated on our floors since Saturday. It was now Wednesday. Wednesday meant the boys would be back from school at 3pm, expecting a hot meal before going off to hockey practice. I had to be ready with this meal, no question. They may not have the example of marital bliss at home, but they were sure as hell going to be fed properly. Why W. was so intent on delivering the full extent of his husbandly wisdom to me today, I don’t know. He usually gave up as I disappeared onto the next floor. This time he followed me up and down the stairs, through all the rooms and bathrooms, down the hall, talking, talking. I turned around, desperate, and said: “Come to bed with me”. For all his philosophy, psychology, depth, brooding, an offer of sex never failed to bring my husband firmly down to earth, leaving all the mental heaviness where ever he had just been soaring. So we made love; a few times, actually. Once my irritation had subsided I found myself enjoying the game and forgetting what day it was. His suggestion of lunch in bed was welcomed. We ate and engaged in a bit of small talk – a rarity indeed! His suggestion of taking the boys out to eat after school was welcomed. They returned and we all had pizza at some tacky but familiar family restaurant. His suggestion of catching a movie while the boys played hockey was welcomed. I sat in the cinema that evening in awe of the loving and gentle man next to me, who would no doubt return to his darkest and most hateful self, no later than sunrise the next morning.

  • zuzu1976

    My husband and I had our usual morning bit of ultra domestic violence and I offered my usual reaction to his screaming and preaching by taking a firm hold of the vacuum cleaner and proceeding to work my way through the dirt and dog hair that had accumulated on our floors since Saturday. It was now Wednesday. Wednesday meant the boys would be back from school at 3pm, expecting a hot meal before going off to hockey practice. I had to be ready with this meal, no question. They may not have the example of marital bliss at home, but they were sure as hell going to be fed properly. Why W. was so intent on delivering the full extent of his husbandly wisdom to me today, I don’t know. He usually gave up as I disappeared onto the next floor. This time he followed me up and down the stairs, through all the rooms and bathrooms, down the hall, talking, talking. I turned around, desperate, and said: “Come to bed with me”. For all his philosophy, psychology, depth, brooding, an offer of sex never failed to bring my husband firmly down to earth, leaving all the mental heaviness where ever he had just been soaring. So we made love; a few times, actually. Once my irritation had subsided I found myself enjoying the game and forgetting what day it was. His suggestion of lunch in bed was welcomed. We ate and engaged in a bit of small talk – a rarity indeed! His suggestion of taking the boys out to eat after school was welcomed. They returned and we all had pizza at some tacky but familiar family restaurant. His suggestion of catching a movie while the boys played hockey was welcomed. I sat in the cinema that evening in awe of the loving and gentle man next to me, who would no doubt return to his darkest and most hateful self, no later than sunrise the next morning.

  • erica

    Today on my way to work, something incredible happened.

    I was walking my regular route, when I stumbled upon the Law & Order SVU set. I reached for my phone to take a picture (I love SVU, should I be embarrassed?), but bashfully left it in my pocket upon seeing a cameraman looking at me judgmentally. My eyes were as big as saucers as I passed a vanity chair labeled “Ice-T”. I walked out of the set, trying to look cool and uninterested, when lo and behold, with the crews and cameras far behind me, I walked past Ice-T himself looking dapper in a gray suit. He looked right at me and we shared a solemn slight nod of the head and each continued on our way. From this day forward, I will rest easy knowing that Ice-T and I shared a moment, and he most definitely thinks I’m cool.

    It must be fate that on this same exciting day, Jeff from BOOOOOOOM asked me to share a journal entry. What’s good, Pendleton notebooks? You’re gonna look reeeal nice on my desk.

  • Delia

    I am lost. It has been three days since I dropped out of the race of my projected future and the feeling of hopelessness creeps over me with the steady pace of a sure winner. The first two days were spent with friends making jokes of burning textbooks and freedom from 8 years of medical school. Today is the first day I am alone with my thoughts. Today is the first day I am confronted with being 26 and without skills.

    I think of the four years of ease during undergrad that only the privileged youth living in New York City can understand. I think of the year following graduation living in Argentina, pretending I was an adult while living out an extension of the same frivolous lifestyle. I think of my sudden thrust into adulthood the year after, moving to Taiwan to take care of my cancer-ridden mother, my center of gravity. I start to cry; the feeling, all the while, steadily creeping forward. I remember my determination to go back to school after her passing, desperate to prove to her and myself that I could do something great with my life.

    A year has passed since enrollment and now I have come to terms with the fact that I never really wanted to work in medicine. I wanted to make my parents proud and I wanted to present an image of stability in an unstable time. And now the curtains have fallen and I am left with only the image of an unhappy future; so I leave. But now I am here. And I am lost.

  • http://apileofpenguins.blogspot.com/ Ally

    Today, I woke up (after only a few hours of sleep) and had some tea and got to spend a little time with my family. Later, I’m having dinner with the boy (:

  • Delia

    I am lost. It has been three days since I dropped out of the race of my projected future and the feeling of hopelessness creeps over me with the steady pace of a sure winner. The first two days were spent with friends making jokes of burning textbooks and freedom from 8 years of medical school. Today is the first day I am alone with my thoughts. Today is the first day I am confronted with being 26 and without skills.

    I think of the four years of ease during undergrad that only the privileged youth living in New York City can understand. I think of the year following graduation living in Argentina, pretending I was an adult while living out an extension of the same frivolous lifestyle. I think of my sudden thrust into adulthood the year after, moving to Taiwan to take care of my cancer-ridden mother, my center of gravity. I start to cry; the feeling, all the while, steadily creeping forward. I remember my determination to go back to school after her passing, desperate to prove to her and myself that I could do something great with my life.

    A year has passed since enrollment and now I have come to terms with the fact that I never really wanted to work in medicine. I wanted to make my parents proud and I wanted to present an image of stability in an unstable time. And now the curtains have fallen and I am left with only the image of an unhappy future; so I leave. But now I am here. And I am lost.

  • Nalim Garzesi

    today i:

  • Michelle Mateo

    Today, I woke up and my friend made me a scrambled egg and bagel sandwich with pepper jack cheese and a cup of coffee for breakfast. We played video games and I dropped him off to work. I went home and made curry tofu stir fry as an experiment that turned out well. I then went on a hike in the mountains behind my house with my wall-eyed beagle, Stanley, to find some bones. I found a rib from a medium-sized animal and pieces of a skull from a small animal. I then went downtown to meet up with my friend at Pokez for dinner. Through instagram, I found out our mutual friend who we used to work with was in downtown, so we met up with him as well. Swell day.

  • Andrew Gervais

    Today I woke up, worked and lived a little bit. Tonight, I will go to bed, in hopes that tomorrow I will wake up so that I may be able to begin with how I woke up.

  • Amanda Stewart

    It was 6:45, my mother either ignores or disregards the three hour coastal time difference. I haven’t asked. But the message was sent with urgency and importance: a Snowshoe Siamese. That woman knows my soft spots.
    Couple notches in the clock later I was bike riding and prostitute watching. There’s a good 8 blocks down San Pablo where your bound to run into some high heeled candy. It’s like taking in the Birds of Paradise mating dance. Minus David Attenborough.
    After a morning with such visual stimulation it’s hard to put your imagination to rest. It was a day of mental deep space traveling. A day of feeling nonsensical. The type of day when you lay back into bed at 5 pm and are thankful that you’re still innocent enough to be detached from the monotony of the nuclear norm. And are indifferent enough to be okay with it.
    Overall a pretty masturbatory day. I can only hope it continues to be so.

  • ssierrasann

    you feel rough and refined
    a sandpaper line
    sending ripples down my spine
    to the beat of your own drum.

    and you’re more important
    you’re oh so important
    can’t you see?
    my fingers crawling through your hair
    slipping down your neck

    I want to paint the ceiling with the colors of your breath.

  • Jane Grundin

    09.25.2013

    Another night in the field, another day in Alaska.

    Thanking my lucky stars for the partner swap this morning. The gape mouthed man forever drooling into outer-space is gone. I still have to deal with the one who seems to think I was just recently hatched out of a dinosaur egg. I’ve never felt more out of place.

    Beginning the shift with a grapefruit didn’t give me quite the energy I was hoping for, but provided plenty of good vibes.

    Tonight I have twelve hours of sitting. All of the samples have been collected. The operation is shutting down. The odor of hydrocarbons should be wafting through the air shortly.

    No idea what station I will go to next, no idea when I will go back home. So long as they keep me North I will stay happy.

  • Maren

    Thursday morning. It is raining cats and dogs. Due to construction work in our street there is no water coming from the tap. I will leave for work in some minutes. The day has only just started and I already want it to end. Dear Diary, I prefer Fridays.

  • http://jnntt.tumblr.com/ Jeannette

    Hey, Wednesday–
    I thought you were Thursday. My bad.
    Anyhow, see you next week!

  • ommi

    waking at 7, then again at 9am. getting up 9:07, it was the same feeling as usual. then some sort of morning routine: check mails, brew black, have breakfast, shower, and whilst all that, being very annoyed with the flatmate’s understanding of how to keep the place ‘CLEAN’. Bus. Gotta get the bus! I hate the way to the bus station, but that occured just recently. Although it is a very short way, I now hate it, because of random encounters with a neighbour, who, recently, is walking about the place with a tazer, and everytime we meet, he pushes the taze-button and makes blue sparks zing from that thing. I don’t know whether this is supposed to be a greeting, but to me it feels more like a threat, and admittedIy, I am kinda scared of that. So that’s why I hate that short way from door to bus. Anyways, now I am on a too slow iMac in the university media lab, and just as I was waiting for the too slow printer to print, I checked up on booooooom, discovering this sweet chance to get those beautiful notebooks. It feels like a good day.

  • neilrimmer

    Farted in the shower and almost suffocated myself but when I came out my roommate had cooked breakfast. Good day.

  • iqra iqbal

    The “cock-cock” sound of roosters and the chanting
    sound of prayers from a nearby mosque began another day—another
    busy day in the university. A student struggling to achieve good grades. I
    finished my studies and rushed out immediately to catch some fresh air. Hmmm . .
    . the smell of tropical fruits touched my nostrils: the sweet
    and fresh smell of mangos, the soft and mushy smell of durian meat and oh, look—the
    inviting traditional spicy foods. My greedy eyes searched for the best. My
    taste buds couldn’t stand it. The fresh spices made my tummy grumble. I swallowed my saliva and ordered lunch along
    with my friends. After meal, as I walked home along the road a lot was going on.
    In a backyard, a child was crying. In my garden, the sprinkler was sprinkling
    frantically. The day became ripe. The sun shone its brightest and hottest
    light. Mothers were preparing to pick up their preschoolers. Half of the busy
    day had almost past. I reached home, take bath and prepare myself for tomorrow.
    Before going to bed, I celebrated my Brother’s Birthday along with other family
    members. Another hectic day ended with memories.

  • Guest

    The “cock-cock” sound of roosters and the chanting
    sound of prayers from a nearby mosque began another day—another
    busy day in the university. A student struggling to achieve good grades. I
    finished my studies and rushed out immediately to catch some fresh air. Hmmm . .
    . the smell of tropical fruits touched my nostrils: the sweet
    and fresh smell of mangos, the soft and mushy smell of durian meat and oh, look—the
    inviting traditional spicy foods. My greedy eyes searched for the best. My
    taste buds couldn’t stand it. The fresh spices made my tummy grumble. I swallowed my saliva and ordered lunch along
    with my friends. After meal, as I walked home along the road a lot was going on.
    In a backyard, a child was crying. In my garden, the sprinkler was sprinkling
    frantically. The day became ripe. The sun shone its brightest and hottest
    light. Mothers were preparing to pick up their preschoolers. Half of the busy
    day had almost past. I reached home, take bath and prepare myself for tomorrow.
    Before going to bed, I celebrated my Brother’s Birthday along with other family
    members. Another hectic day ended with memories.

  • patrickhannon

    Just how everyday begins, I opened my eyes slowly, which is at first a blurry and distorted spell, then everything comes becomes linear. In these first seconds of my linear consciousness, I wake up in a ache, lying on the floor, in a cleared room; my brain pulses trying to sort through past events and for these seconds I swear I could hear my mind moving through the past like a riffling through a stack of documents.

    The blinds are down and the room is hell white. I sit up. Then I remember within the next seconds that follow and I sink into the carpet and sink into the austere bare space. Everything sinks, descending further and further; from the base blooms a terrible sensation which I thought I had deconstructed in my years.

    I cover my ears, clasp my eyes, and pray for another 30 minutes in a dream or nightmare, or anything.

  • Barbara Jean Golden

    What happened to my inital post?

    • http://www.booooooom.com/ Jeff Hamada

      ?

      if you scroll down you can see it…

  • ssierrasann

    preach!

  • Annie

    Just got home from working at the Vernissage of a show I spent my summer working on. A successful evening: great food and new conversation. But most importantly, I got to bare witness to the artists, gallery manager, and co-workers talk enthusiastically and proudly about their work (both artistic and organizational). Seeing people so unapologetically excited about the work they do is very contagious. I am so happy and proud to be a part of an arts community. I am so happy and proud to be an arts student. I am 20 years old and tonight was important.

  • Olivia O’deay

    Damn missed the deadline. my bad haha

  • Lisa Zhu

    My Mundane Thursday
    Sept 26th, 2013.

    6:30: wakes up
    6:15 Figured out that there isn’t enough time to shower and catch the bus so instead choose to listen to some music and eat breakfast
    7:15 catch the bus
    7:40 skytrain
    8:15 bus
    work work work work work work work work
    5:06 – 6:20 cruised around Vancouver and got so bubble tea
    6:30 dinner
    7:12 harvest some vegetables from the community garden
    7:20 evening coffee
    8:56 bored; so I decided to go on to boooooooom.com to check out some cool art and found the contest page
    …to be continued

  • Bianca Rogoveanu

    I got flu. I got out of bed about 5 times just to go to the bathroom. I feel like a train ran me over ! Then i saw this cute giveaway and i feel a lot better :)

  • emma

    Today I hosted a show for a local band and two touring bands in my garage.

    I didn’t like the music that much so I stayed outside and took pictures.

    I encouraged my nervous friend to talk to the girl selling merch for one of the bands.

    Someone brought poi and was breathing fire, and she let me try and I somehow did it well and everyone clapped and cheered.

    A cop came at one point and said he had gotten a noise complaint but I was courteous and he said if they call back he’ll come back but otherwise it’s okay to keep playing till it ends. He was a pretty cool guy.

    My roommate and I sat out front and said hello and goodbye to people coming or leaving out the side walkway.

    A boy went into my room and played with one of my rats but I got scared he would somehow hurt him so I took him back and put him in his cage.

    Nearly everyone had left by now so we stayed until everyone left, and then invited one of the people left to come to a party with us after. We were going to meet up there, but we gave him the wrong address by accident and didn’t have his phone number, and I feel really bad about that.

    We got to the party but it was almost over. Someone poured water on the bonfire.

    People went downtown after that but I was tired so shortly after that walked back to my house with a friend. I went to sleep.

  • Erin Mueller

    (Yesterday) My boyfriend and I got the train to Belgium. We recently moved from Aus to London, so seeing Europe is super exciting for us. It was his 21st last weekend, and for his birthday I secretly bought us tickets to Brussels because he has always wanted to drink beer in Brussels. I booked it months ago, and only told him yesterday when I met him in the city after he finished work, with our bags already packed. So basically today I spent the day drinking beer and eating chocolate & waffles in Belgium with my fella. <3

  • Nick Lawler

    So, I’m with my little cousins at home. I have to do a bunch of math homework due tomorrow..lol. I knew they was coming over so I just like said yesterday, “I’ll do it tomorrow.” Well, tomorrow is now…lol
    So, yeah. I’m just chillin now. Had some pancakes..like a boss

  • Michael Johnson

    My girlfriend and I sleep with three box fans pointed towards us. It’s usually not enough to keep the heat away, but it makes it bearable at least. South Florida nights aren’t as hot as the daytime, but they’re just as humid. I woke up slowly, got up and went to the kitchen where I sipped a cup of cheap store brand coffee. I watched her sleep for a little bit. She’s beautiful, pregnant and full of life waiting to emerge. The finest piece of art we’ve ever made together. I went to the bare room in my house that I call my studio. I turn on some bossanova, draw open the blinds and take a deep breath. And I paint. And I feel alive. My girlfriend wakes up, and we talk to each other and we look at each other. And we look out at the ocean and we look at the seagulls gliding by and we look at her swollen belly. Later we will go to the DCF office where they will deny us medicaid for the fourth time now. She will start to tear up and I will tell her that everything’s going to be fine, that we’ll be able to afford this child and that we’ll make it through this in more than one piece. I don’t know if I’m lying or not, and if I am, which one of us I’m lying to. But I tell her all the same. I will drop her off at home and then go to work, and collect what I can. It’s not the best situation, but it’s mine. And I love every part of it.

  • http://fallandlove.blogspot.com/ fallandlove

    today i woke up way too late and had some tacos

  • http://autochocadora.tumblr.com/ Giuliana Autochocadora

    So, yesterday (it was Sunday) i woke up on a friend’s house, i was sleeping on a maltress on the floor, my socks were wet couse it rained while we were on our way home, i had a little headache (i forgot wine and beer are not good for your brains, damn),it was around 13:00. We started talking about the ambientation with cats, mountains, floating fruits and japanese letters that i did for a fest on Saturday, then we played some punk songs (from an argentinian band called “Flema”) with the guitar before i have to leave because i wanted to go to a Tattoo’s convention near to my house. Went with a friend, wearing my awesomely cute transparent glitter juju jellies feeling like floating on Buenos Aires’s streets. Then we went to a library that’s on Corrientes street and i bought this awesome books fot 2.5 dollars each (15 argentinian pesos): “God and the State” – Bakunin / “Reform and Revolution” – Rosa Luxemburgo / “Utopy” – Moro / “All the fires, the fire” – Julio Cortazar and went happier almost automatically. Finally, I went home and eated pizza while watching Breaking Bad. It was an awesome Sunday, I think i didn’t waste any of it, and it’s not worth to do it, i wanna enjoy every day, every sunday, even if i have a hangover.

  • Kanako Minemura

    Dear Diary. Today was my day off and I decided to contribute my day for my lovely Chihuahuas. I took them outside to the park, I groomed them, I bath them, I fed them, and now they are both sleeping on my bed, snoring. I couldn’t be happier.

  • Tristan

    Had the best day of my life. Woke up and flew to Paris with my girlfriend, not really a typical Monday. We arrived and ate foie gras and drank wine until the waiter brought an espeically fabulous dessert. It was a special day. We took a stroll by the Seine until we reached our destination. In the shadow of the illuminated Eiffel I looked into her eyes and asked her to marry me.

  • Adrina Goglanian

    I made art. All day.

  • Donna Mathis Salter

    woke up to dreams about spiders eating spiders and giant bears. spent the morning realizing how much i miss having lots of family around – kinda lonely so i made plans to go down south & play with bubbles and paints with the grandkids

  • Maya

    5am my alarm goes off. 5:50 I finally rolled out of bed. I can’t find anything to wear, it was cold and I didn’t want to take my fuzzy socks off. My mind went blank as I saw way too many colors, and choices to choose from. The only two things on my mind was coffee and that life was way better naked. I sucked it up and put on my vintage lazy dress. I quickly sprayed patchouli to make it seem as if I showered, and paced up the stairs to discover I was out of coffee.

    I grabbed my keys and practically stomped to my car like an unhappy elephant. My mouth was drooling for a morning fix, I wanted coffee! I wanted coffee so bad I was willing to flash someone, anyone! As I got closer to my car I noticed a gleaming light. I started questioning what the fuck? Is it the reflection of the moon? is it a creep? is it simply a car passing by? Nope. I realized I had left my lights on all night. My car wouldn’t start, so I finally called it a metal heath day. You would think I would have my shit together on a tuesday.
    I decided to settled on green tea. I crawled back into bed wearing nothing but my fuzzy socks. I couldn’t fall back asleep since I was too rattled by my stupidity, so I grabbed some paper scraps and my favorite pens and started doodling my bad luck away.

    THE END.

  • seebas

    Dear Diary,
    So the government’s shutdown. Next thing you know the earth’s core will shut down. But not soon enough. I’ve got a programming assignment due this Friday. And a painting due Monday. And a pattern project due Monday. And model rigging and surfacing due Tuesday. This week’s gonna be rough.
    I got home today and slept for two hours. I still feel terrible. Yoloswag, y’know? Probably not.
    I don’t.

  • Ali

    36 hours after our departure we made it. We made it to a harbor that makes Seattle’s shipping ports look like a pile of Legos. To a place where the buildings are so tall they disappear into the clouds. To a place where tree covered mountains rise and fall into the sapphire sea. To hot showers. To a warm bed. To a place to call home for the next 4 days. We made it to a place where we are all completely anonymous.

    We made it to the other side of the world. All it took was planes, trains and automobiles.

  • Jo Sutcliffe

    Yesterday it was summer. The day before had been winter. New Zealand doesn’t play by the seasons rule.
    We spent the day breathing and the night charizarding upright. my clavicle was bruised
    from the eager exuberance of a necklace secured to me as we spun and swayed and whirled at everyone from
    our uplifted awareness of our dancing spirits. we rang in the day of Thurs with the horizon flickering.

  • Casey Brockette

    I had planned to stay up all night last night, but really only made it to about 1:40 am considering I hadn’t slept more than a few hours the previous four nights. I woke up delusional and I’m sure significantly more exhausted than I was when I fell asleep. My first lecture of the day was spent staring into space, which was unfortunate as that particular class usually manages to capture my attention. My mother guilted me into calling her with a short text message since I hadn’t spoken to her in nearly two weeks, I really hate talking on the phone. My plans to nap when I got back to my apartment were foiled by my noisy roommate and a couple of her classmates as they “studied” for their econ exam. Managed to successfully not accomplish anything in any of my other classes throughout the rest of the day. The most productive thing I accomplished was partially planning out the storyboard for a stop motion animation. My day has felt like a waste.

  • http://quinata.deviantart.com/ Tara-Lee Thompson

    I just finished a new entry in my art journal. It was all about how I was feeling at the moment. Since I was confused at he time I made a very spirally design using warm colors from yellow to red and everything in between. I even used this quote I saw online that read “90% of the time, I don’t show my true emotion.” The next entry I’m working on is about what my heart says when it’s hungry, and I’m thinking *nom nom nom*.

  • Tamires Mandacaru

    Woke up today with the an urge to stay in bed and go back to sleep.
    Will report back later.

  • Kyuss Yawningman

    It’s
    funny how things all seem to happen at once. Moving from Toronto to rural Saskatchewan was a quick change that came about as a result of pure chance. Since then, my life has become decidedly more routine. My days of idly walking the streets and alleys of the big city are gone. The nearest town with a post office and gas station is a half an hour away. Coming from Toronto, I’d say that there is “not much to see,” but the locals assure me that “there is plenty to see, and nothing to block your view.

    But I digress: It was yesterday, that something very un-routine happened as I was making my weekly supply run to the small village of Wawota which draws its namesake form the Dakota word meaning “a lot of snow.” I had bought a kite online and was eagerly awaiting its arrival for weeks. Leaving the Wawota
    post office triumphantly, with my parcel in hand, I was stopped by a young girl about my age who had noticed the kite’s brand name printed on the side of the box. She asked me if I was sure it was my package, because apparently she too was anxiously the arrival of her own kite.

    She was also a recent migrant from Toronto, we had a coffee in Wawota together (because it seemed like a Toronto thing to do, and made plans to go snowkiting this winter. It’s not every day
    that you find a friend at the post office (heck when was the last time I even went to a Post Office?), but it was very refreshing to think that for the first time, in a long time; I had a story that was “to be continued…”

  • Jordan

    Woke up. Ate cereal watched Netflix then when back to sleep

  • http://www.booooooom.com/ Jeff Hamada

    Congrats to William Rodriguez – check your inbox!

  • Devreeze

    A day: Unreal heartburn!

  • Alison Hopkins

    Dear diary, a chipmunk asked me my name today, I told him it was Joe. That lie…will haunt me…forever. -Alison

  • bittystarr

    There is this rooster that lives next door. His crow is unchanging, evenly spaced to the second, Sometimes in the final misty snags of my dreams there enters a fifer, or a piper, or some little urchin whistling softly in my ear. And then I find myself humming his song all day long.