(2/31) 20160102 [10:43am] This is my planner for the year :3 It’s the Muji 2016 monthly planner! Later I’ll be going out to buy my back to school supplies so hopefully I’ll be able to post that today 😊
School will officially start tomorrow :(
Here are somethings that I bought for back to school. I originally wanted to buy a grid loose leaf from muji but they’re sold out so I’m stuck with the same old lined paper.
TAZ Characters as Dumb Shit I Did In High School Part 2
Since yall liked the first one so much here’s another round
Magnus: Skipped class and bummed some money from my teacher to go to Petsmart and buy some goldfish, brought them back to school, then safety-pinned the bag to the carpeted wall of a classroom “so I didn’t lose track of them”
Taako: Didn’t want to eat the school lunch so I left during my lunch break and got a whole rotisserie chicken from the grocery store to eat
Merle: Got picked up from school early by my dad and taken to the warehouse he worked at because a goat had wandered onto the property and was eating the shrubbery and he needed me to catch it. I got to keep her, her name was Ladybug.
Lucretia: Gave a presentation on Hamlet but the slides were exclusively in comic sans and called also him “a punk-ass bitch” in front of my teacher and the whole class
Lup: Told a Lieutenant at the National Guard armory that he didn’t have to worry about unlocking the gate for me because I could slip under the fence to get to my car; when he called bullshit I said “No I’ve done it before watch” and proceeded to slide under the very narrow gap in the gate, threw him a peace sign, got in my car, and left.
Davenport: For a week every time any freshmen approached me in class I would stand in a chair before answering them so i would be taller than them and sufficiently intimidating. EDIT: Actually Davenport is: Went exploring in the mysterious tunnels under the school with 3 other kids and found a “Promises and Prayers” book and also a lot of cardboard and a secret room full of dirt with no lights in it, took a selfie, and crawled back out
Barry: Brought in a roadkill fox that I found on the way to school under the impression that my science teacher would let me keep it in her fridge til the end of the day. I was mistaken.
You said your house was haunted by "parakeets and Amish Satan" EXPLAIN
…I don’t remember posting about that on here omfg how deep in my personal tag are you? 😂 Those are two different stories so this is probably gonna be long.
Alright, so I was always that freaky little ‘I see dead people’ shithead when I was a kid. You know, that asshole kid that gives detailed descriptions of relatives that died before they were born and says they see them on the ceiling or some shit? That was me. Important to the stories. I’ll start with the parakeets.
Okay, so when I was like…Maybe 5 or 6, I really wanted to get a pet. We had a dog, but I was not the dog’s favorite person, and I was in that whole ‘I wanna prove I’m responsible’ stage of childhood, so I ambushed my parents with the pet question when we were out to dinner. (Which was a strategic move, as I knew all the waiters at the restaurant liked me and would maybe throw in a pity “Aww, get the girl a pet” comment as a guilt trip if they over heard the conversation. It totally worked lmao)
So, after a long debate about animals, my parents decided to get me parakeets. Which, I had not been aiming for (I wanted something cuddly, and I like birds in theory, not in practice) but I was not in a position for arguing when I was about to get a pet, so I agreed and we headed off to PetSmart and got two birds.
Now, over the course of my childhood, I only had three birds- Blueberry, Banana, and Snowcap. You can probably figure out what they looked like, I was not the most creative child. So, in our old house, which was, frankly, a better house, they had a great life! We kept them in the living room, right next to the huge glass doors that lead to the backyard so they got a lot of sunlight and fresh air, we were great about cleaning up their feathers, they didn’t feel attention starved so they weren’t too loud or annoying. It was great.
Then we moved to our current house, and that’s where it starts getting complicated.
See, my mom and I were both on a depression battle, and if you know anything about that, it made it very hard for us to do things. Energy wasn’t there. So while we were obviously still feeding the birds and everything, we definitely let the cage get messy and stopped cleaning up feathers. We had them on the bay window in my living room, so it looked like a mess, which really pissed my Aunt Gail off. Gail was a psycho bitch, for reference, but she had moved in with us to help pay bills and insisted the birds were taken out of the living room, which I wasn’t really down with, but I also wasn’t down with her locking me in a closet, so I listened to her. So Blueberry and Snowcap got banished to the computer room, where there was very little light, always loud music playing, and barely any attention for them. I remember they’d get so loud and we’d just throw a sheet over the cage or turn the lights off or yell for them to shut up. As it stands now, I realize we definitely ended up mistreating the birds, and I feel incredibly guilty about that, but as a little kid with very little patience and a fear of birds, who was mostly following her mother and aunt’s actions, I didn’t understand. I got pretty detached from them because of where I was mentally, and I remember when they both died (separately- Blueberry held on for a while, so she was sadly alone for a while), I like, forced all emotion about it away and just didn’t focus on it. Do you know what I mean? I was pretending like I wasn’t effected, like it was a non-issue, and like tbh I didn’t even let myself focus on how effed up that is until a couple years ago. But that was just the headspace I was in.
Okay, so anyway, birds: I always hear them outside my window during the day, chirping up a storm, but at night? It’s usually dead silent, with the occasional hoot from an owl who’s literally only there to make me think about the movie “The Fourth Kind” in the middle of the night. Fuck that owl, I don’t want to think about that movie.
Sometimes, though, when I’m having an Insomniac Episode ™ , I’ll be in the computer room (there’s no wifi in my house, we’re still in the 90′s) late at night, messing around, and for a short amount of time I’ll hear birds, like, screeching. And I never really thought much about it, because like, nature can do whatever it wants, but it started getting a little odd. Like, I’d leave the computer room to go downstairs for a bit, and I’d hear absolutely nothing. Dead silence, even though the kitchen is directly below it and thus has the same trees, or even if I leave the door open, it’s just quiet. But the second I step off the step and into the room, it starts back up. Weird, right? I started feeling really eerie about it, and started purposefully leaving the computer room whenever it started up.
And then, that lead me to noticing when it started up…It was always at 3:00am to 4:00 am. Which is, you know, The Witching Hour. The Ghost Hour. The Demon Hour. Plenty of names, but all the same concept. Any self-respecting paranormal fucker knows that things get weird at 3:00 am. The veil’s a little thinner then.
And that in itself freaked me out, but I always feel pretty freaked out at that time anyway, because as mentioned, I’m That Asshole Kid who hears disembodied voices and sees things out of the corner of my eye and always feels like something is right behind me. That’s only gotten better and worse with age in different ways- but anyway, while the bird stuff was freaking me out, I had yet to put together what it was, because frankly I’m just a wimp and I thought it was overall anxiety making me hear things.
So then, a little under a year ago, I’m watching some show about the paranormal and animals, and some dude is recounting a story about a ghost cat or something, and I remember being like…what the fuck, animals can be ghosts? What? Because that’s not something that ever occurred to me before, and not something I had heard of. And the guy went on to say something like if the animals were mistreated in life, they have as much chance to come back as a person-ghost who died tragically or something. And I just like, had a flash, of realizing how we had definitely mistreated the birds, and how I only hear screaming birds in their room, at 3:00 am, and it was just sort of an “everything clicked together moment”, and I was like, shit. I’m being haunted by my old pet parakeets.
I still hear them all the time, but I mean, I’m not turning out lights or telling them to shut up anymore, because honestly? They definitely have a reason to complain and make their voices heard over that. Like, if they need to let out frustration from beyond the grave, they definitely have my attention.
Okay, on to Amish Satan.
So in…Fifth grade, my class took a field trip to Lancaster, to tour some old coal mines and see some donkeys and stuff. It was nothing special, honestly, but it was a fun trip. So anyway, they had a little gift shop the let us go into because what’s a field trip without souvenirs? And they were mostly selling coal related stuff- I’ve got a little statue of a mouse made out of coal on my nightstand that I got there. But they were also selling these little Amish dolls, right? So as a young girl with a great love for dolls (I used to have a huge collection of all kinds), obviously I had to get one.
So I picked out a guy doll because I loved the shade of blue they used for his shirt, he had little black suspenders and a black hat, it was cute. Paid the store owner, got on the bus with my new little friend to head home.
(Completely unrelated to the story, but back then I was anime trash and decided to name this poor thing Kiyo after the main character from Zatch Bell lmao)
So anyway, on the bus home, I started getting slightly…unsettled by the fact he didn’t have a face. Like, it didn’t bother me when I bought him, but now it was starting to really freak me out. I kept asking the teachers why Amish dolls didn’t have faces, but no one had answers for me, which was frustrating, because I thought if I could understand the reasoning, it wouldn’t freak me out as much.
I was starting to regret buying it, but when we got back to school, my friend Rachel whipped out a sharpie and said “It’s yours anyway, just give him a face yourself!” which sounded like a relatively good idea. I drew the least intimidating face I could- two simple big eyes, point for a nose, big goofy smile with his tongue sticking out. It’s cute and dumb. Seriously, I still have the doll, you don’t look at this thing and think “Satan” at all.
So, me and my friends played with this doll all the time. We’d use to make him do tricks and flip him around and stuff- I remember one year we accidentally got him stuck on the Christmas tree and left him up there with all the decorations because we thought it was the funniest thing ever. This was like our go-to doll. We loved the thing. And sure, I’d have a weird experience every now and then, but I had absolutely no reason to think it was connected to the doll, because the things weren’t that out-of-ordinary for me.
So, in sixth grade, I had to start going to this free children’s hospital in the city called Shriners, and there were always a lot of Amish people there, because it was free and they have higher risks for birth defects and problems. And I was a super shy child, but at the same time I didn’t want to sit quietly in a waiting room for a millions years, so I’d usually quietly bond with a kid over some of the toys the waiting room had out, or if I was just reading I’d still make a point to smile politely at everyone I made eye contact with. The adults always seemed suspicious of me, but I figured it was just a whole ‘Amish vs The English’ thing, or because my health problems were a lot less physically obvious than their children’s and they were upset about that. It made me feel uncomfortable, but it was nothing serious.
Except one day, I was making small talk with one family and the little girl had a doll out, and I just said something like “Oh I have one of those dolls! It has a face on it though.” And her mother got all wide eyed and dragged her kids to the other side of the room while talking in their language (I don’t know the name of it) and I was just like???? Oh shit what did I do??? Like it was strange omg.
So anyway, time goes on. I get older, I stop playing with dolls, and actually end up selling or trashing most of them. I kept the Amish doll around though, but it wasn’t like me and my friends were playing with him every day anymore. He was just there. Something inside of me couldn’t bear to get rid of him, but I wasn’t doing anything with him either.
And after a while, it started to feel weird. Like…uncomfortable. Sort of a ‘why don’t you play with me anymore’ vibe, which sounded so stupid, because I was in high school at this point, I could not justify thinking an old toy was sad. This isn’t fucking Toy Story, you know? (Incidentally, while I love the Toy Story films, they’re also lowkey my worst nightmares).
I remember edging around him. Like, he still has the same dumb, cutesy face drawn on, but something was making me uncomfortable to be around him. I felt watched and guilty and nervous. At some point he ended up on the staircase leading to my computer room, just laying there for a couple years. Neither me or my mom ever bothered to touch him.
Okay, so then I go away for my only semester of college, and one day I was in the group chat with my friends and we were talking about creepy things that have happened to us. And I brought up this doll, and they were kinda interested and I remember saying “Watch me come home for break and he’s not gonna be wear I left him” as a joke.
I get home from break…Guess who’s not fucking on the steps like he’d been for the past 3 years?
I was cracking up, I remember texting my friend Zoe who started freaking out, but I was like “Okay, creepy coincidence, but obviously my mom must’ve just moved him or thrown him out”.
…Except my mom had no idea what I was talking about. She had no memory of this doll, let alone walking past it all the time for three years while it sat on the steps. She swore she didn’t move it.
So I was like…okay,
So then I’m back home officially and I still can’t find it. I searched everywhere- not even because I wanted the doll, just because not knowing where it was was making me feel even more nervous and anxious than having to tip-toe around it. I had random scary thoughts pop up in my head of it appearing in my room suddenly, or moving on it’s own. I was really freaking myself out- being paranoid is what I’m best at.
Okay, at some point down the line, one day I’m on my couch just flicking through channels, and I come across a marathon of a show called “Amish Haunting” (Honestly, check it out if you like ghost shows, it’s pretty cool). The episode that happens to be playing is feature a segment called “The Faceless Doll” and the paranormal experience that family had when an English neighbor gave their young daughter a doll with a face. Shit got fucked up for this family. Real shit guys.
They explained within the episode that the reason for faceless dolls is because the Amish believe that fake faces- like on dolls, in photographs, what have you- are an invitation for the Devil into your home. They believe he can use the fake eyes to see into your life and watch you and grow stronger and mess you up, basically. So, when 10 year old Molly drew that face on, not only was she accidentally disrespecting the Amish’s beliefs, she was basically unwittingly inviting Satan into her house, and then using him as a best play mate with her two other Catholic School Girl friends. Iconic.
I have since found the doll- mind you, in a place where he literally never should have been- but things seem…Calmer? I do occasionally feel a little watched, but honestly I feel like now that I’m aware my doll is potentially housing Satan, we’re on better terms? Allegedly a couple of my friends have had weird experiences after insulting him, but I wasn’t around so I can’t confirm or deny. Like, I definitely still get creeped out by him, but not as much, and I don’t feel a weird sad aura around the doll anymore.
So, now I’m just kinda hoping we stay on these chill mutual grounds and I don’t, like, get possessed or anything. But yeah, that’s the story of Amish Satan, you just gotta be a little respectful with him.
hey do you have any advice for freshman? i start my freshman year next week and im incredibly nervous about going
Ahhhhh I’ll do my best but I’m also an incoming freshman, lol :3c Excuse the awkward formatting, I’m on mobile.
For me, I cope with my Anxiety by rationalizing to the point that my worries are abated. One way to do this is by over-preparing!!! I like to over-prepare because it helps me feel more in control of my situation. Here are some things to occupy your time with:
Start packing your clothes! My college is close to home, so I’ve been organizing my clothes by the season. That way, when I come home during a break/winter, I can easily switch out my clothes and bring weather appropriate attire. If you’re living far away from home, packing your clothes in advance makes it easier for your family to send it to you via mail!! (Better pray they don’t get lost though lol)
I really, really hope you’ve done your dorm shopping already lol. If you already have the essentials, maybe start thinking about the trinkets! The knickknacks. The crap you bring from home that drips with sentimental value. People always advise freshman to be out of their dorms as much as possible, but as someone who can be easily drained by social situations, it’s important to me that my dorm is a safe space. Also a comfortable one! Which is why I’m bringing lots and lots of pillows. I bought some dog pillows recently, they’re really cute!
I’d also email/text/chat with your roommate if you can! It’s an important thing to do because 1. You need to hash out who’s bringing the rug, and 2. First impressions, even ones online, are important! Also, it’s nice to talk to somebody before you’re even on campus. On that note, if there’s a group chat for your class, I’d try to join it. I’m not too active in mine, but it’s nice to pop in every once in a while. It’s a good way to get people to know your name :) Plus, you can find people who will live in the same dorm as you there! Nice.
If you have your class schedule for the first semester, then you know the names of your professors. If you’re feeling brave, email them and ask them to recommend some outside reading for the class or something like that. If the idea of emailing them makes you shit your pants, avoid talking to them directly and instead sleuth it up online! Google them! Go on ratemyprofessor and read the reviews! Analyze them for weaknesses. Just kidding! But no, seriously, figure them out as a teacher and plan accordingly.
I love school supplies shopping… I love the thrill of micromanaging every single purchase. Also the thrill of preparing for every sort of disaster, and then backup plans for that. Staples is my god. I find organization to be very relaxing! Especially because my executive functioning is shot to shit. Invest in a planner and also some sort of wall calendar that you can hang up so you see any upcoming consequences in real time instead of squirreled away in your book. Trust me, it’ll help. Also buy pens!! Especially sparkly ones. And mechanical pencils. I have a very big budget when it comes to back to school shopping.
BUY A FIRST AID KIT. They’re really fun to make, or you can drop some $$ and buy a pre-made one. Mine is $25 and weighs like ten pounds and has supplies for everything from a paper-cut to someone needing CPR! I love it.
Plan out what clubs you’re going to join! And it may be hard, but try to email the people in charge in advance!! In high school, I constantly missed the join dates for so many cool clubs… to circumvent this, email club presidents and ask for a calendar of all the meeting dates! Or ask them where their booth will be if your school is having a Join-A-Club day. Just make sure to get on the mailing list!!!!!!! Yes. Clubs are 1. A kickass way to spend time, 2. Looks great on a resume, 3. Opens the door to new opportunities like club promotions and other things, and 4. THE EASIEST WAY TO MAKE FRIENDS. For every douche in a club, there are like four overly nice upperclassmen who will gladly take you under their wing and mentor you to the point that it’s kind of overwhelming! So join clubs, but don’t overbalance yourself. College is a time to have fun, but also to learn!! Don’t waste your money on booze.
Hm……… I’m kind of tired so I may be forgetting some words of advice but here is a starter guide!!!!!! Good luck :3c
hello!! did you see the pictures/videos of the cute little boy who went to seventeen's fansign? i was wondering if you could please write how seventeen would be with their 5-year-old child? thank you!!
S.Coups - sometimes he
likes to carry them around the house with one arm as if they weigh nothing - puts their drawings up on the fridge - goes insane when his kid does anything cute - likes to pick them up and spin them around because it makes them laugh - checks the closet for any monsters
- lets them play with his hair
- falls asleep on the couch with his kid in his arms
- likes feeding them even if they can do it themselves just fine
- takes as many pictures as he can to remember these precious moments, probably
gets them printed out and has five albums filled with pictures of them together
- “whose baby are you?” “dad’s baby!!”
- spoils them way too much
- his kid speaks a mix of korean and english, and joshua’s like oops….
- has the ability to stop their crying in a second
- teaches them to always be good and humble, to say please and thank you all
- basically he’s raising a gentleman like himself
- sometimes he just stares at them lovingly and his kid just grins at him and
- his kid is always sitting on his lap
- he likes to rest his chin on his kid’s head
- ruffles their hair when they do a good job
- always asking his kid for hugs and kisses
- one time his kid winked at him and he fainted
- wears matching clothes with his kid
- plays dress-up with them and lets them sit on his back while he crawls around
- they buy all the snacks at the grocery store and eat them all in the same day
- dances around while his kid holds his hands and has their feet on his
- keeps his kid laughing and smiling all day long
- reads them bedtime stories
- he and his kid have matching bedhair in the morning
- his kid likes to follow him around everywhere like a little duckling
following its mother
- when he’s sitting on the couch playing a game, his kid likes to climb onto
the couch and backhug him while watching him play
- his kid pokes his cheek when trying to wake him up
- his kid likes to hug his leg and jihoon has to walk around the house dragging
them along with him
- he acts like he doesn’t like it but HE LOVES IT
- always makes sure they drink their milk so they grow tall
- his kid likes to sit on his lap while watching him play the piano
- they can talk to each other with their eyes
- makes funny faces to make them laugh
- they’re always excitedly screaming when they’re together
- always understands what his kid wants/is trying to say
- “which one do you want?” “(makes fishy face)” “ah ok we’ll have tuna please”
- his kid has his smile
- lets them sit on his shoulders
- “dad!! it’s like i can see the world!!”
- almost trips on his kid because they’re so small and he didn’t see them
- bakes cute desserts with them
- cooks them their favorite meals whenever they want
- “i know we had it yesterday but can you cook it again, dad??” “anything for
- his kid runs up to him and hugs him the second they see him after getting
back from school/daycare
- buys them really stylish clothes
- seriously his kid is so well dressed, they might as well be a toddler model
- they’re always telling each other they love one another
- “dad, i have to tell you a secret!!” “what is it?” “(whispers) i love you” “(whispers back) i love you too”
- refuses to let go of his kid’s hand
- kisses them every two seconds
- always cups their cheeks
- cries whenever his kid gives him something
- “dad!! i drew this for you!!” “THIS IS THE GREATEST GIFT I’VE EVER GOTTEN IN
MY LIFE BESIDES YOU”
- makes them wear cute onesies
- smiles fondly whenever they do ANYTHING, his heart just melts
- they bump their ice creams/popsicles together before eating them
- actual memes together
- they make the EXACT same facial expressions
- carries his kid in his arms all day long, masters cooking and cleaning with
- makes up a cool handshake for them both
- wakes up early to watch cartoons with his kid
- matching pyjamas
- tickle fights
- gets excited over the smallest things
- “GUYS MY BABY TIED THEIR SHOES ALL BY THEMSELVES AND I AM A MESS”
yes i did, the little boy was too cute!! thank you for your request!!
hogwarts houses aesthetics: back to school edition
Gryffindor: buying new clothes, skipping classes, forgetting about homework, messy notes, losing every single pen, getting like 54% after stydying for days, witty comments, but like,,, am i ever gonna need this shit in real life, sleeping in class, can’t wait for summer break, big friend groups
Hufflepuff: cute notebooks, pens and highlighters in all colors, back to school pinterest boards, studying in a tea shop near school, study groups, perfect notes, falling in love with a new teacher, art class, being teacher’s pet, wearing cute outfits all the time
Ravenclaw: to-do lists, studying in a library, anxiety, camera roll filled with pictures of literally everyone’s notes, getting a bad grade and feeling really upset about it, everyone asking you to help them with something, actually paying attention in class
Slytherin: cheat sheets, study dates, all nighters, being late, fuck this shit imma leave school and become a stripper, constantly feeling overwhelmed, prom nights, accidentally getting like 98% on a test you didn’t study for bc useless knowledge, listening to music during classes
Hufflepuff: Running hands on ripe corn in corn mazes, the last of the crickets and cicadas serenading you to sleep, picking out Halloween pumpkins, picking the first ripe squashes from their vines, finding a shiny penny on the ground outside, pulling on gloves and sweaters, waking up in the chill of morning with your toes sticking out from under the blankets, the trees changing color within a week or two, harvesting and drying herbs on the ceiling, watching the sun rise, cuddling with friends or animals for comfort and warmth, the smell and warmth of home baking, darning socks, knitting with soft wool to pass the time, snuggling under warm, freshly dried blankets,
Sytherin: Breathing out and seeing your breath rise, dark lipsticks, fallen golden and red leaves soaked with water, getting up at first light and seeing the frost sparkling and glinting in the early morning sun, long scarves, heavy skirts and coats, dipping your fingers into freezing waters gently, making a fresh pot of coffee, walking inside after spending a long time in the cold and reveling in the warmth, sheets of rain cascading on the roof pleasantly, mixing in creme or sugar delicately into a morning drink, cutting down flower and herb stalks in preparation for winter, still enjoying cold brew coffee or iced tea when it’s cold, running your hands through the fur of a pet, candlelight flickering in dark rooms,
Ravenclaw: When warm drinks and soups slide down your throat and warm your gut, picking out wood to put on the fire, curling up in blankets with a stack of books, grasping hands with a trusted loved one, collecting leaves and seasonal flowers to press and slip inside journals, buying new notebooks and pens on a back to school discount, entering the library after being outside for hours, taking long walks in the cold, running icy fingers across warm skin, finding bones or feathers on the ground near your house, finding puzzles, board games and card games to do on lazy days, putting on a pair of thick woolen socks, taking shelter from rainstorms and cold weather in bookshops,
Gryffindor: Hot drinks scalding your tongue and the back of your throat, pulling off the layers of clothes when you get home, singing Christmas songs far too early in the season, taking a hot bath surrounded with candles after a tough day, smelling smoke rising from chimneys, kissing in the cold, wiping bloody noses on jacket sleeves, the first hot-air balloons appearing on the horizons in the morning, running barefoot on the cool ground, warming up in front of fires, seeing smoke rise from chimneys, coloring endlessly, seeing the stars on a fairly chilly night, going for bike rides and fighting the wind, creaking of tree branches, stomping on ice to make it crack,
It’s been rainy and dreary all day. I’ve been lazing around watching Netflix, being a generic lump under the blankets. I opened youtube and this fugue was recommended to me. Mini tragic story: months ago my computer died and I lost everything. I’d lost my ENTIRE music collection. I spent the next few months uploading tracks off of CDs in my house, and then going back and fourth to my local library that I’d used to build a collection back in high school, and I’ve been trying to buy back whatever the library no longer had. One major loss was the complete collection of Shostakovich’s Preludes and Fugues, performed by Keith Jarrett. It’s on my wishlist, but I haven’t felt compelled to get it back immediately. Now, listening to the beautiful crystalline mood of the fugue, I realized that I’d forgotten how much life was in the set, how much music I’m missing out on. This recording is of Shostakovich himself, and if you’ve heard Shostakovich play before you won’t be surprised at the hyper-speed he plays at…as if he is taking in coffee through an IV. Either way, here is a breathtaking performance of an underrated work. Enjoy!
So my friend accidentally wacked my phone out of my hand today and the screen shattered (like so bad that i need to fix it asap) so i am getting it fixed tomorrow BUT it is expensive and since i am just getting back into school (buying supplies/books, grocery shopping etc) i am already lower on money than i would like to be…
Anyway, it would mean the world to me if you all would check out my etsy shop because i need a little extra money at the moment (and am REALLY trying not to have to dig into my savings for this)
OR USE YOUR JANSPORT BACKPACK IF YOU HAVE ONE ALREADY.
Because once that backpack falls apart (i.e. a zipper breaks), you can just mail it to Jansport and they will send you a brand new one. No proof of purchase needed, and it’s free. You can use one Jansport backpack to get you through your whole freaking life.
They ain’t even paying me to say this. I was just so impressed with their customer service and exchange policy that I had to share.