Does anyone else here enjoy back to school shopping? It sends me into a frenzy, of course, because I worry about everything, but if I ever
stopped worrying I'm sure I'd love it. It has an evil sense of foreboding, naturally, but I like the smell
and the look of it all
. The smell of freshly sharpened pencils with their sharp silvery points, pink rubber erasers that you can flip around on your desk, new bookcovers, packs upon packs of fresh, white lined paper that just
beg to be written on....
If I sound vaguely dorkish, let me assure you lot- I hate going to school. If we could just shop for school supplies, and everyday I would just stare at it very admiringly and not use/break/smudge/chomp/lose/lend any of it, EVER, that would be fine by me.
Dialouge for Saturday, August 15, 2009:
Artemis: Holly, how did you find me?
Holly: Oh, I saw a huge explosion and wondered: now, who could that be?
-Artemis Fowl: The Time Paradox by Eion Colfer
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