who ever thought a girl could love office supplies so much?

Today was my first day back at school. We discussed subordinating conjunctions and the woes of dangling modifiers. The text book for this class costs $128, so needless to say, I won't be buying it. I'll just write thorough notes and rely on my previous knowledge of comma splices and rhetorical schemes.

I think that I'd like to work in a stationary store. I want to be surrounded by pretty paper, leatherbound notebooks, interesting photo-albums and thank-you cards. I want to test out cool pens and give my friends the most unique greeting cards they've ever received. I want to fill my house with notebook upon notebook, each with a different cover, each with different line heights, each precious and special and perfect in their own way. I think that a good journal is something that really belongs to a person, you know?

Mine has a Japanese-inspired drawing of a tidal wave on the front, and big spiral coils and it's uncluttered and exactly what I look for in a place to write down my little inspirations and stories of joy and sorrow. Or something less dramatic.

So Thursday morning, on my day off, I'll drive around to stationary stores in town and see if I can force them to hire me. And if that doesn't work, I'll revert to plan B: drive around to flower shops and see if I can force them to hire me. If I can't be surrounded by fabulous stationary, I think I'd like to be surrounded with pretty things. And if that doesn't work, I'll revert to plan C: the toil-filled jungle we call retail.