Garbage.
I recently cleaned out my room, because we decorated it/renovated it.
We have bunkbeds now. And curtains.
A cabinet. And everything's purple. I love it.
Pictures later, but first, I'll show you some things that I had to throw out that were very special to me once.
My 7th-9th grade bookbag.
Yea, I was one of those "punks" who liked attention and believed in aliens.
And liked to let the world know it because somehow I would change it.
And I got picked on for it, and I loved it.
Because it gave me true friends.
My alien poster that reminded me of my boyrfriend, Anthony.
I think i bought it for him, but I can't remember.
Anyway it ended up on my wall, surrounded by butterflies that you stick on the wall and they glow in the dark.
What a lovely contrast.
I loved it when I got it because I was really into aliens and I was really into skateboarding (or trying to skateboard)
Yea, Anna and I had a dream of going pro. No joke.
I made this one day that I was really upset + bored.
It's made out of sugar packs, and glue.
See?
I had over 100 pakcs in there.
I made this.
Every shape represents a person I know/knew.
I was emo back then so I was the black dot.
Anna was the purple "T" looking thing.
Ugh, I'm trying so hard to remember the rest!
Whatever, i can't really remember much.
It was fun cleaning out my room. It brought back a lot of memories.
I think soon I am going to go find a job. To kill time.
And get some money.
Also, tomorrow I have an interview with this cartoonist.
She wants to make my "immigrant experience" into an online cartoon.
I'll post it as soon as I get it. Should be cool to see.
edit.
We just got
Gimme some good movies to watch, that are now on DVD.
Thanks in advance.