Poor backpack

I now have one follower, or as I like to call them, people who actually care enough to read this junk.  So thanks to my cousin for following me.  If you want to check out her blog click here.  She's amazing. 

Here is the explanation for my title.  My backpack is falling apart.  Yeah, literally coming apart at the seams.  There is only one shoulder strap left and both the rubber things that make it easier to pull the zippers up with are gone.  The front of this unfortunate item has runs in it that I can only compare to a stocking.  This wear and tear is not unexpected seeing as how I've had the thing since, like, 7th grade.  The weird think is that nobody really seemed to notice and/or care.  I am sure that this fact made my poor, abused backpack feel horrible.  It also has no strap to pick it up with and a huge hole.  And one of the zippers doesn't zip anymore. 

I heard something weird on the radio the other day.  It was an advert. for the station and it said "radio that doesn't suck."  My reaction:  o.O  I think what I actually said was I have no idea what to say to that. 

I just found a random fake pearl jewel on my bed.  I have no idea how it got there or what it is doing there.  I think it's staring at me.  It's kinda freaking me out because I might have slept on it last night.  (twas on my pillow) and I didn't feel it.  Whatever.

Peace love and all that jazz
Zarina