The majority of my weekend was spent going through everything I own, and trashing (or donating) half of it in preparation for the upcoming move.
I am the biggest pack rat in the world; always have been. Getting rid of things is torture for me.
3 bags of clothes went to the Salvation Army on Saturday, yet I still don't feel like I got rid of any. That's saying a lot, since I don't own the usual amount of clothes that most chicks do.
These pictures chronicle my Sunday afternoon/evening.
I found out that I own boxes of letters and notes from elementary school and high school. I remember why I kept them however, after laughing my ass off while reading a few.
But now they're gone.
Ah, the drawn on textbook covers. Yes, I kept that too. There were some pretty funny comments on it.
Never quite got this thing figured out.
So I kept it. There's still hope for me.
The first (and only) stuffed animal I ever made when I was young.
I only gave him one ear. Don't ask me why.
The Melodica. Or, "Mouth Piano" as I call it.
I can still play "The Lion Sleeps Tonight". Don't be jealous.
It's a keeper.
I own a HARMONICA?!?!?!
With my guitar, Melodica, and Harmonica, I'm gonna be the coolest (read: dumbest) band ever!
My old baseball coach used to make us books every year.
This is little me.
This is bigger little me. #9.
Can't throw em out.
I still like em.
My collection has dwindled, but still remains.
The majority being from big seester Blepharisma.
Old-school Hit Parader mag anyone?
Or a Rolling Stone from '94?
You're being recycled now. Sorry.
Aptly titled, I think.
Not pictured : 4 bags of garbage, 4 bags and one big box of stuff for the Salvation Army, and one recycling bin full of things I'm getting rid of.
Sorry to have bored you... but if you knew me, you'd mark this day in history.