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a lot of you have asked how I actually use notion in my day to day life, so I’ve broken down my task manager for all of you! hope this helps :) happy notion-ing! 💖

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You are the dancing queen, young and sweet, now in quarantine

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You can dance, you can jive, but you can’t go outside

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OOOOOOOHHH see that girl, watch that scene, but through your window screen

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friday night but the stress ain’t lowwwww

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the corner near my window is the coziest place to read✨

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100 Days of Productivity | 2020

Starting Fresh - Day 1

20th March 2020

The past week has been a hectic one. The sudden increased threat of the Corona Virus meant that the study program I was part of was cancelled. Within a matter of days I had to say goodbye to New York and all the friends I had made there, sort out the logistics of starting my University degree at home, pack up, move out of my dorm and fly back to Australia.

I’ve thankfully arrived home this week! I’m currently being quarantined to my room, and so have spent the first few days turning self-isolation into shelf-isolation (heheh I’m giggling at my own pun). I’ve really just been lounging around re-arranging my shelves, trying to combat jetlag, reading, calling friends from the New York program on Face Time and waving to friends from home through my window. I’ve dedicated this afternoon and the weekend to sorting through University things - I need to wrap my head around the degree I’m jumping into and get caught up on what I’ve missed out on! I’m excited, but also anxious, as I feel like the beginning to this year has been a bit of a mess and I’m yet to sort it all out. Hopefully once I’ve properly understood the logistics of Uni and started doing some work, it’ll be a fresh start!

I hope you’re all doing okay during this global corona craziness, and are finding some solace in the memes being churned out (which are truly making this whole situation so much better.)

Currently reading: Identity by Francis Fukuyama (recommended to me by a friend I made oversees - I started reading it on the plane and am up to Chapter 7. I’m finding it really interesting and can’t wait to continue!)

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What’s a book that helped you find yourself? #PrintWillNeverDie — view on Instagram https://ift.tt/3dfPCzd

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i don't WANT to live in a society i want to live in a bookstore cafe

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big excited about my apartment this year

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journal with me

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february 18, 2020

me: a chaotic mess, the bard: not giving one single frick

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Taking a break from work. Adult life ain’t easy man. I miss studying.

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the concept of how sir arthur conan doyle was as a person always sends me into fits. imagine making the most famous literary character of all time but you hate the character so much you try to kill him off. but everyone is so horny for this asshole detective they make you bring him back. even your own mother gets mad when he’s dead because she likes him. raising your prices to ridiculous rates to avoid writing holmes stories backfired and now you’re rich. it’s absolutely a pain because it’s keeping you from your true passion which is spiritualism despite how one of your good friends harry houdini keeps telling you it’s bullshit. you consider your best novels to be historical ones but they’re well over shadowed by the nemesis of your own creation sherlock fucking holmes. some fake photographs from some kids convinced you faeries were real and you wrote a whole book about it. you started writing stories in medical school. and yes, also you are a doctor. after you’re dead, they erect a statue of sherlock holmes across the street from your birthplace, causing you to probably roll over one hundred eighty degrees in your grave and scream into your casket pillow.