mrsronweasley | (no subject)

Today was spent mostly going through our big closet. Of course, by "big" I mean "relatively small" but also it IS our biggest closet. We've had boxes sitting there since we first moved here, almost three years ago now. Shit started falling out. My mother commanded the forces, and there we were, cleaning out the closet. (Well, me, mostly, since most of the crap was mine.)

Boy. Was it depressing. I found essays from HIGH SCHOOL. (I was kind of amusing in high school...and by the time I wrote those essays, I didn't give a damn about anything because I'd already been accepted to college. So I just...didn't do shit.) On one of the essays, my teacher wrote: "You write well, Liz. But, boy, do you procrastinate!" *snigger* She was the to tell me the cold, hard truth about my early decision acceptance: "It's a bad thing you were accepted that early - now you won't do anything!" She knew me too well. I almost failed Physics that year. She, on the other hand, had a sign on her door that said "Parking for Scottish Only!" Oh, I loved her.

And I saw pictures. Lots and lots of pictures. Pictures that I would like to never see again as long as I live. It's no wonder I hardly dated in high school - I was fuuuuuugly. But anyway.

It just made me nostalgic, but also made me happy that I am just not there anymore. Especially high school. Oh god, high school sucks ASS and if anybody tries to tell you otherwise, hit them with a bat. Because they're stupid.

So, in the end, it ended up being two huge garbage bags full of my crappy and not-so-crappy past. Though a lot of things stayed.

This is why I hate moving so much. (Meaning that we move so much.) I have to go through this almost constantly, every few years for sure, and it just sucks. It makes me throw so much away, while I'm inherently a horrible pack-rat. I haven't even seen this stuff in years, but knowing that it was there was comforting. Besides, I'd completely forgotten that I had won a "Golden Pen Award" my senior year, to my total shock. The best part were the $200 that came with it. Ha. They paid for my books that year.

I know that was exciting, no need to deny it.

And now I'm restless and moody and a bit cranky, so I'm just going to go and...go. Yeah.

P.S. Fi--, no, I'm just kidding. *counts* THREE DAYS TILL I SEE JO!!

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It's no wonder I hardly dated in high school - I was fuuuuuugly.

Yeah, sure you were, kid. My BUTTHOLE!

Oh, no, trust me. I completely forgot. I WAS.

I don't think The Liz could have ever been ugly and refuse to accept it. Even if I was shown photos I would just know that they had been doctored in some way dammit!

I had to clean out a lot of my crap when my parents moved too. It's mad to read stuff I'd written and/or done, but I agree...kinda fucks with my delicate "keep evvvvvreythingggg!!! instinct!

Even if I was shown photos I would just know that they had been doctored in some way dammit!

All there, my friend. All there. ;)

Yeah, it really does fuck with it. Even though I never want to see some stuff again, ever, I still feel the need to save it all, for posterity. Though I would never ever show to anybody. Ever. :-P

Being a natural packrat who's forced to chuck lots of stuff grates. It throws things around in your head and makes you think too much and feel all meh-y. *hugs*

Also, I hear people are casting aspersions about my fabulous and beautiful wifey. *thwaps*

*hugs and love*

It does, it really does grate. Ugh. But I think I'm over it now. :-P

And, also... *blinks* They are? Really? Huh.

MWAAAAAAAAH!

YOU were! *points above* I'll not be having it, missy, for tis all lies. :P

*hugs anyway and MWAH and EEEEEE*