The Kanken website
Currently I'm in the stage of not quite denial about the beginning of school. I refuse to believe that it's starting in under a week, and yet I'm perfectly happy to search for hours for the perfect school supplies. School supplies are basically the only thing that's nice about coming back to school, and I've become strangely obsessed. Kanken is only one of the things, but it's the highest profile. Kanken bags are expensive for a school bag, if you're as broke as I am, but they are beautiful, as I'm sure you can see. I don't have one yet, but I shall, mark my words. I shall indeed. The shop is particularly lovely, and makes me particularly jealous.
I love picnics. So much, that I forced all my friends into having one at the end of the summer term. At lunch time. In the middle of the school field. It was great. When I discovered this post though, I kicked myself, because the recipes on here are so super tempting that it made me feel like doing it all over again.
Everyday things you never knew had names
Pointless knowledge is crammed into my head against my will every time I'm forced into a classroom, so why would I ever have the desire to learn more? The thing is, school pointless knowledge is a lot less interesting than the random dregs that float about on the internet, and as a special little bonus, these particular bits of learning improve your vocabulary at the very same time. Have you ever wondered what the bit in the middle of a window pane is? No? It's a muntin, fool, and don't you forget it.
I am a mystical and mysterious creature, with basic magical powers and an air of otherworldliness. The ability to tell the future is always good to add to that, even if it is total lies and a pile of dung. This is pretty interesting even if you don't believe in anything the author says, and maybe it could pull you a job in the circus someday. Maybe.
Is this cruel to even consider these? I'm writing a book at the moment, and these torture methods really inspired me - in the best way, I swear. My characters are in for a word of pain I'm afraid, although I swear some of these are just totally made up. Check it out though if you're writing a book, or in the mood for something gruesome.
Print what you like
I swear I'm single handedly responsible for deforestation, even if it's really not my fault. Sometimes, I just have to print something because it'd so great, or I want it on my wall, or just because. This little tool through let's you print exactly what you want, and crops out ads or pieces of irrelevant junk, so you can save the orang-utans in a low key and stress free way.
Until next time