A Lot Happens At Once
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Title
Subject
Description
A journal entry accompanied by watercolor painting and a pen doodle.
Creator
Meghan Gilmore
Source
Meghan Gilmore
Publisher
Unpublished
Date
Language
English
Type
Identifier
Diary and Journal Item Type Metadata
Genre
diary, art
Material
paper
Linguistic Text
A LOT HAPPENS AT ONCE...
(and by a lot I actually mean nothing, sorry for the confusion.)
today wasn't a bad day, but it really felt like an empty day
more than that. but the superficial good of it is fantastic.
a lot of time i only journal about, yknow, feelings at school.
I make it into a school passtime. or I have, lately, which
is less than ideal. but school has now been cancelled for the
third day in a row, the sun shone today, and not enough has
felt quite real.
I need to hang out with people. sometime soon. I'm much better
with being alone than I used to be, but fuck, a girl's gotta
get out of the house sometimes. otherwise she goes insane.
I need to get my restricted.
But I can't do that without my mom. and even though she does
harp on it sometimes, and for all of their talk about making
me practice, nothing on the matter will ever be accomplised if
they don't set up a day for me to get my shit started.
it's childish to put it all on them, yeah, but I quite literally
do not have the agency to accomplish this feat on my own.
but otherwise, yeah, nothing much is up.
what's good with you?
(and by a lot I actually mean nothing, sorry for the confusion.)
today wasn't a bad day, but it really felt like an empty day
more than that. but the superficial good of it is fantastic.
a lot of time i only journal about, yknow, feelings at school.
I make it into a school passtime. or I have, lately, which
is less than ideal. but school has now been cancelled for the
third day in a row, the sun shone today, and not enough has
felt quite real.
I need to hang out with people. sometime soon. I'm much better
with being alone than I used to be, but fuck, a girl's gotta
get out of the house sometimes. otherwise she goes insane.
I need to get my restricted.
But I can't do that without my mom. and even though she does
harp on it sometimes, and for all of their talk about making
me practice, nothing on the matter will ever be accomplised if
they don't set up a day for me to get my shit started.
it's childish to put it all on them, yeah, but I quite literally
do not have the agency to accomplish this feat on my own.
but otherwise, yeah, nothing much is up.
what's good with you?
Visual Text
At the top of the page, a bank of aqua blue paint pools and drips down the entirety of the page.
The text "(and by..." is highlighted in grey.
Grey and blue lines of paint stream down the page like water, all the way down.
At the bottom of a page there is a pen doodle of a person with curly hair. They recline on a bed, holding a mug of tea, and watch TV. Another aqua line streams horizontally from the TV screen to the person's face, mimicking light.
The text "(and by..." is highlighted in grey.
Grey and blue lines of paint stream down the page like water, all the way down.
At the bottom of a page there is a pen doodle of a person with curly hair. They recline on a bed, holding a mug of tea, and watch TV. Another aqua line streams horizontally from the TV screen to the person's face, mimicking light.
Uploaded
11/19/21
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Citation
Meghan Gilmore , “A Lot Happens At Once,” Museum of Everyday Writing, accessed May 8, 2024, https://museumofeverydaywriting.omeka.net/items/show/2053.