I love school supplies. No really, I loooove them. And now that I'm preparing for college classes once again, I've had many an opportunity to see what's new for the back-to-school set. I've bought highlighters, some folders, pens, and my trusty new laptop. But I was really on the prowl for 1/2" binders (I'm very particular...) so my boyfriend and I spent a lovely 45 minutes in Staples tonight, where I was taking advantage of the buy-two-get-one free binder sale. But best of all was the brand new planner and corresponding zippered case I purchased. I was so happy, I did a little dance. Okay, a big dance. Alright, I did a full-on jig...
Now I have to return the other planner I bought at Barnes & Nobles. Yes, I had already spent a good 30 minutes yesterday picking out a new planner for the pending school year and was convinced it probably wouldn't be just right (As you can tell, I take my planner buying very seriously - I love planners with the same fervor as school supplies). I was telling myself I should try something new; something different than what I had been using to plan my work day the last few years. So, I bought a lovely little planner - clad in a very collegiate navy blue faux leather binder. I even bought a fun, artsy pencil case to match. But alas, it wasn't meant to be. The Staples planner and it's matching case was simply too exciting to pass up. Yes, it's the same planner I've used for years but it's all good. See, the calendar inside it is for the school year and so it's different enough that I can revel in it's comfort but still feel I have something new and fun for the school year.
Yes, it's true. I am a big dork. But at least I'm a dork who is organized with a thoroughly planned out schedule... Happiness is truly in a calendar.
August 05, 2008
And Now, the World's Biggest Dork...
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I took a call the other day from a mother who said: "Do you know when we get a list of the school supplies my son will need for the year?" I tried not to laugh but did anyway.
Office Max is a dream. It represents all the things I strive to be: organzied, efficient, and technologically savvy. I always get treated like a moron when I as questions in there. But I still love it.
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