Treasure Hunting

I decided, as a way of pre-empting any random scary college-related  thing my grandma would try to force me to do, to offer to go through all my clothes and sort out what I wanted to give away, what I wanted to store, and what I wanted to take with me to school. Ooooh, was that a mistake. I now hate ALL my clothes. I'm thinking about becoming a nudist, just so I never have to see them again. And good gods, I can't believe how many things I have in the "taking to school" pile. 

A List of Things I Found While Clothes Sorting

a friendship bracelet
a book weight
pocky
more pocky
a completely empty container of pomegranate body lotion
a book of matches from the Qingdao University International Centre
a pair of shoes I've looking for in my closet for six months, which were actually under my bed
a toothbrush
a reading light
a much-doodled on logic puzzle from Pathways
a stuffed zebra
ONE red sneaker
three renegade socks - partnerless, which is okay since I make it a point to never wear matching socks, but I had rather thought there were more.

Conclusions to be drawn from this? I have issues. And too much stuff. And I definitely need to clean under my bed more often.