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myurbandreami'm in a kind of angry/nostalgic mood at the moment.
i'm done with working at tuesday morning as far as break is concerned, and it only sucked out my soul- just thirteen hours yesterday, and my cuticles were bleeding and covered in bandaids and tape by the time i got home. i spent most of the morning inthe party aisle napkin land, and the afternoon with the pillows, and the evening with toys and any other batches we'd missed. everyone over 35 got to leave at 6:30 in the evening- lucky them. at home, the kitchen is painted, except for behind the fridge, but i'm so ridiculously sick of painting, maybe because i was the only one doing it, so it took two weeks. now i'm down to boxing up random stuff in my room that i don't really have time to sort through. which sucks, because it's in my nature to sort through all that crap and throw away three-fourths of it, but the fam is moving, like, tomorrow or something, so....
but cleaning out my room is making me all nostalgic and... wisdom-ish, which isn't a word, but what the hell. i went through a bunch of cards that i'd saved up- you know, get well cards, birthday and christmas cards, graduation congrats, etc- and i was forcing myself to throw them away and not keep them all any longer, but i kept reading them. it kept reminding me of when i was younger. and i say younger, but these were from just the last two years. there's a box in my dresser drawer that has the years before that, and i haven't gotten to that yet.
people accumulate so much junk in their lives, you know? especially as kids, and why did i keep all that stuff? toys and papers and books i'm never gonna read again or never even read in the first place... there are three lamps in my old bedroom, besides the one that i took to college, and i only want to keep the one that won't work anywhere but europe. i can kind of justify keeping school papers and notes, except really that's only worthwhile in high school, disregarding the fact that i take great notes, almost compulsively. but... if i was ever one to do scrapbooking in a real way (as opposed to the packrat way), you'd have to watch out.
well, anyway, so that's kind of... life. there are so many things i hope to do differently when i'm getting a house for myself and all that. so much that i want to do with my life that i'm afraid i won't be able to, because i don't have the time or the money or the space to do it. i just don't have options like i need them. yeah.
i'm done with working at tuesday morning as far as break is concerned, and it only sucked out my soul- just thirteen hours yesterday, and my cuticles were bleeding and covered in bandaids and tape by the time i got home. i spent most of the morning in
but cleaning out my room is making me all nostalgic and... wisdom-ish, which isn't a word, but what the hell. i went through a bunch of cards that i'd saved up- you know, get well cards, birthday and christmas cards, graduation congrats, etc- and i was forcing myself to throw them away and not keep them all any longer, but i kept reading them. it kept reminding me of when i was younger. and i say younger, but these were from just the last two years. there's a box in my dresser drawer that has the years before that, and i haven't gotten to that yet.
people accumulate so much junk in their lives, you know? especially as kids, and why did i keep all that stuff? toys and papers and books i'm never gonna read again or never even read in the first place... there are three lamps in my old bedroom, besides the one that i took to college, and i only want to keep the one that won't work anywhere but europe. i can kind of justify keeping school papers and notes, except really that's only worthwhile in high school, disregarding the fact that i take great notes, almost compulsively. but... if i was ever one to do scrapbooking in a real way (as opposed to the packrat way), you'd have to watch out.
well, anyway, so that's kind of... life. there are so many things i hope to do differently when i'm getting a house for myself and all that. so much that i want to do with my life that i'm afraid i won't be able to, because i don't have the time or the money or the space to do it. i just don't have options like i need them. yeah.
