what else is there to do on a Friday night?
just spent the past three or so hours cleaning a decade's worth of shit out of my room, and I've barely made a dent. because nothing says "grown up independent adult" quite like moving back home, having a slow-burn career/existential crisis, and sifting through piles and piles of inane middle/high school memorabilia - all in the name of upcycling my childhood bedroom so it feels less childlike and more like I'm an actual adult. living in my parents' house. questioning twenty-three years' worth of life choices while binge-watching Supernatural and Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood on my monster of a computer that I built last winter. because nothing says "temporary landing zone before I strike it out on my own" quite like building a massive block of technology that is a huge pain to transport anywhere.
that being said, this trip down (mostly cringeworthy) memory lane wasn't without its moments.
you're not really Asian until you find an old pair of really nice chopsticks where there should not be chopsticks. namely, in a drawer full of not-even-remotely-food-related paraphernalia.
I actually found a ton of old swim team stuff but this sheet had the least amount of personal information on it. I never did make Varsity, thank goodness. also, the driver handbook from the year I got my license, and an old cassette tape from 2003???
Dean would be so proud of me.
THIS DISPOSABLE CAMERA STILL WORKS
I LOVE OLD TECH I FUCKING LOVE THIS SHIT SO FUCKING MUCH THIS IS 100000% MY AESTHETIC GOD BLESS AMERICA
(my first cell phone ever + extra batteries + floppy disks, because in seventh grade computer lab we were required to bring some kind of external memory device so we could save all our homework. iirc USB sticks cost something like $30 per gigabyte back then, so it was floppies for me!)
ALSO... THIS PHONE STILL WORKS!!!!!!!!!!
and!!!! I finally found that box of clothes that I thought I'd lost on the way home from graduation! turns out they were all folded nice and neat in a big cardboard box. what's odd is that I have no recollection of doing this. but regardless, it's nice to be reunited with the cheap slutty party dresses and free culture club swag that comprised my senior year wardrobe.
that being said, this trip down (mostly cringeworthy) memory lane wasn't without its moments.
you're not really Asian until you find an old pair of really nice chopsticks where there should not be chopsticks. namely, in a drawer full of not-even-remotely-food-related paraphernalia.
I actually found a ton of old swim team stuff but this sheet had the least amount of personal information on it. I never did make Varsity, thank goodness. also, the driver handbook from the year I got my license, and an old cassette tape from 2003???
Dean would be so proud of me.
THIS DISPOSABLE CAMERA STILL WORKS
I LOVE OLD TECH I FUCKING LOVE THIS SHIT SO FUCKING MUCH THIS IS 100000% MY AESTHETIC GOD BLESS AMERICA
(my first cell phone ever + extra batteries + floppy disks, because in seventh grade computer lab we were required to bring some kind of external memory device so we could save all our homework. iirc USB sticks cost something like $30 per gigabyte back then, so it was floppies for me!)
ALSO... THIS PHONE STILL WORKS!!!!!!!!!!
and!!!! I finally found that box of clothes that I thought I'd lost on the way home from graduation! turns out they were all folded nice and neat in a big cardboard box. what's odd is that I have no recollection of doing this. but regardless, it's nice to be reunited with the cheap slutty party dresses and free culture club swag that comprised my senior year wardrobe.