Nostalgia and School Supplies

Posted: August 4, 2017 in Uncategorized

I am a weird person. No pretex. No qualifiers. I am just weird.

I do things because I like the sound it makes.

I like to poke at people to annoy them.

I write about creatures that don’t exist.

I’m a grown woman who loves all things Disney.

I have themed birthday parties, not only for my two year old daughter but for myself because I think they’re fun.

I like grocery shopping and I like shopping for school supplies.

I don’t know what it is about school supplies but I love them. Every August, I get a little flutter of joy as I walk through Target or the grocery store and the notebooks, pens, and highlighters are staring back at me. I want to buy them all. Pens. Check. Notebooks. Check. Folders. Check. Trapper Keepers. Check. That’s right. I went to Trapper Keepers.

I know for a fact that I had this one.

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I don’t know why I have this fascination with school supplies but the I LOVE THEM! When I went back to school for the Master’s Program, I went a little nuts and I’m not really ashamed to even say it. I might have bought a Tinkerbell folder for my first semester. I’m actually just a child. I’m still 12 years old.

However, my love of school supplies/office supplies is not singular to me. We ordered this at work and I’m not the only one who was excited.

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It’s amazing and we go out of our way to find things to redact.

These are the types of things that I enjoy. So, when I say that I’m a weird person, I’m being honest. I’m also not apologizing for it. I like who I am and I don’t care about the rest.

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