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For the first time in months, I finished a letter. It’s in my bag now, waiting to be transported to the post office. It’s 2009, obviously, and a lot of people prefer email to tangible mail delivered by human mail carriers. But, I’m different. I dislike email. I love computers, blogs, the Internet, technology in general, and have an unneccessarily large collection of gadgets, but email?—no thanks. 

I’m bad at responding to friendly emails in a timely manner, anyway. So, I beg my friends living thousands of miles away for their addresses and try to send them mail. I say “try,” because I have lots of addresses and lots of people to write but … I’ve sent only a handful of letters and postcards in the last few months. I’ve been busy, kind of. Do you write letters? Have you ever (in your life) written a letter or postcard?

Writing letters was one of my better hobbies. I should write more often. If I don’t, I may find myself shipping obscenely heavy boxes filled with nothing but stationery to the USA from Korea. Collecting? things is great, but … hundreds of dollars in shipping fees is not. T_T (The picture to the left is a poor hodgepodge of 9 letters/postcards/envelopes I’ve put through the mail).

FYI, my favorite postcard ever—I turned a photo like this one of my friends and I toilet-papering another friend’s car into a postcard, photoshopped a caption on it, and sent it to that other friend. I’m so nice. ;)

In other news, I haven’t lost Rock Paper Scissors since that rather unfortunate day when I screwed up and played rock. Scissors ftw.

R— Even though I intend to cover the topic the title hints at in only one or two sentences, this entry’s title is not an attempt at a clever joke. My rabbit is tiny and, honestly, looks like a hamster. See? There’s more proof here and here.

[Where the dear reader mentally creates her own witty transition between the subject above and the one below.]

S— I love stationery. I really do. I’m addicted. I collect it. ♥ In exact terms, I don’t know how much I have. But I imagine that I have enough to write a letter everyday for the next few years. Some of my stationery is in the photo to the left, to the left … in the boxes to the left. More of my paper collection is kind of visible in this photo.

Unfortunately, with me, it doesn’t stop there. I have a general thing for paper. Because of my thing, my paper hording, I have an unreasonable amount of notebooks/blank books. I buy them with good intentions. I think that I’ll use them, that I’ll write in them, and then, I don’t. One of the journals I bought in August or July of 2006 is still wrapped in cellophane. I don’t know when I’ll get to it—I have lovely blank books from before the cellophane-wrapped one that I’ve yet to complete/begin so… I’ll see. Hopefully, I’ll start writing in these books for, at least, 10 minutes everyday. I’m trying to make some progress. Also, I’ve banned myself from buying more until I complete one that I already have. But the ban will be lifted and exceptions will be made for beautiful blank books with small lines. However, I haven’t made any exceptions in months. Go me!

For those interested: one of my journals is pictured here; another is here; one that I bought but didn’t keep (YES!) is here (it had fat lines).

The second part of this entry was inspired by Rachael who recently blogged about her notebook addiction.

C— In other news, this layout is still—I know—incomplete. I’m trying to think of creative ways to fix the footer. I’m also working on content for callistonian.net. So far, I’ve been focusing most of my attention on improving Colophon+ and on creating a daily photo blog.