back to school nostalgia

I am at home. I've had a good time thus far. Thursday night was Jeri's in Clay, of course. Last night, Mom, Dad, and I hit the town for a little bit. This morning, I saw Sissy and Victoria for a little while, and then today, Mom and I did the Evansville thing. It has been so long since I've done some successful shopping, but today fixed that. I got two more books. *blushy face* I finally got some decorations for my poor, barren walls, but sheesh, that stuff is expensive. I've decided that I'm going to have some of my photographs developed and framed to hang. Maybe that'll be cheaper. Know that my motive for hanging my pictures on the walls has nothing to do with pride in my work; it's the fear of blank white walls and the lack of funds. Anyway, I did get a few decorative items including a clock and the much needed doormat (obviously not a wall-hanging). I also got a cute shirt and a pair of jeans. Oh, I found some good one-subject notebooks at Target for 39 cents a piece, so I stocked up. There is the extent of my school shopping.

I love school shopping even though the traditional sense of it kind of ends when you get to college. You just pick up in a notebook where you left off, and you don't buy new tennis shoes and underwear for the big debut. And I've always loved the first day of school. I know. I'm weird, but I'm used to it. But I do love it. And I got excited when I popped over the hill on Thursday and saw that WebCo had already started back. I wasn't prepared for it. There is such a buzz of excitement that surrounds the first day of school. And it's so weird that even though school is starting earlier and earlier every year, the weather still conforms. It doesn't matter that July hasn't been over three seconds, that first day of school morning has to be foggy. On the way home from Evansville this evening, I saw a cloud of fog hovering over a cornfield. To me, that is nostalgia.

Well, I'm kind of distracted, and I know that anything I say will be worthless.