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Fall Cleaning?
Oct. 30th, 2011 10:56 pmThings I Did Not Know I Had In My Closet Until This Weekend:
a voodoo doll
two swords and a dagger (which is now residing on my night stand)
a packet of condoms, mixed in with my SAT prep tests and Italian notes (I have genuinely no idea where it came from, since the amount of sex I was having in high school was exactly none at all)
a video of a skit my girl scout troop put on where we made my knucklehead cousin play Zeus, complete with black eyeliner and a rosebud patterned sheet toga
no fewer than 6 incredibly creepy porcelain clown dolls, including one that was a MUSIC BOX WTF
SO MUCH PRETENTIOUS ADOLESCENT POETRY. I was such a melodramatic 13-year-old, I can't even tell you all. All of these (terrible, terrible) poems are full of sword fights and battles, tragically separated lovers, and romantic suicides. Lots of ladies throwing themselves off cliffs. Also, apparently years before I got into fanfiction I was writing ridiculously overwrought poems about Mulan and Rurouni Kenshin.
I am feeling very accomplished about clearing everything out, though. Most of those boxes have been in that closet since this house was built - some of them were stuff that got packed up when my mom moved while I was out of the country in high school, and haven't been unpacked since. I kept some of it, but I tried to be really strict with myself and make sure it was only things I was actually attached to or might want to use later, no hanging on to my notebooks from high school econ or weird little nick-knacks I bought at a garage sale and didn't even recognize. I ended up with four big bags of trash and about 8 boxes of stuff to donate/sell, and what was left all fit into my corner of the spare room. I think the biggest set of boxes I kept was just all furniture and whatnot for my dollhouse.
Next job: Organizing my books. Sadly not going to happen until I get a second real bookcase, because neither love nor money could get me to attempt to deal with that damn book-wardrobe again.
a voodoo doll
two swords and a dagger (which is now residing on my night stand)
a packet of condoms, mixed in with my SAT prep tests and Italian notes (I have genuinely no idea where it came from, since the amount of sex I was having in high school was exactly none at all)
a video of a skit my girl scout troop put on where we made my knucklehead cousin play Zeus, complete with black eyeliner and a rosebud patterned sheet toga
no fewer than 6 incredibly creepy porcelain clown dolls, including one that was a MUSIC BOX WTF
SO MUCH PRETENTIOUS ADOLESCENT POETRY. I was such a melodramatic 13-year-old, I can't even tell you all. All of these (terrible, terrible) poems are full of sword fights and battles, tragically separated lovers, and romantic suicides. Lots of ladies throwing themselves off cliffs. Also, apparently years before I got into fanfiction I was writing ridiculously overwrought poems about Mulan and Rurouni Kenshin.
I am feeling very accomplished about clearing everything out, though. Most of those boxes have been in that closet since this house was built - some of them were stuff that got packed up when my mom moved while I was out of the country in high school, and haven't been unpacked since. I kept some of it, but I tried to be really strict with myself and make sure it was only things I was actually attached to or might want to use later, no hanging on to my notebooks from high school econ or weird little nick-knacks I bought at a garage sale and didn't even recognize. I ended up with four big bags of trash and about 8 boxes of stuff to donate/sell, and what was left all fit into my corner of the spare room. I think the biggest set of boxes I kept was just all furniture and whatnot for my dollhouse.
Next job: Organizing my books. Sadly not going to happen until I get a second real bookcase, because neither love nor money could get me to attempt to deal with that damn book-wardrobe again.