I’ve been sort of obsessed with notebooks for as long as I can remember. Back in my junior high days I’d meticulously re-copy (slightly) messy class notes into a neater, more legible Five-Star. Five-Star was always my brand of choice, all the way through college. They were more durable and my OCD mind didn’t need to worry as much about the cover bending since it was plastic. Oh my.
I’ve stopped copying notes, more or less, by now but I still love a fresh, clean, new notebook. And when back-to-school time rolls around I’m inevitably trolling the aisles looking for one to buy. The unblemished pages just hint at the possibility of genius that might eventually adorn them in my script. Yeah, I’m a dork.