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Uch. I don't deal well with nostalgia. Being a packrat, I am hit with waves of it when cleaning out my room is unavoidable.
When I look at my old high school papers and paraphernalia that are still lying around, I remember high school with a vageue fondness, but I don't really have a good reason to keep them, so I send them straight to the recycling bin. I'm a sentimental person, though, and I hate thinking that eventually I'll forget all these little things because I won't have as much stuff to randomly peruse. But holding onto Crick papers or Euro readings or Spanish handouts is just kind of silly.
Of course, I like to make thing worst by listening to the Madrigals CD. And now I kind of just want to sing Matona Mia or Moanin' Dove.
I hate days when I sit at home with not a lot to do and only see my mother or something. It's nice to loaf around but I inevitably end up thinking too much and feeling funny.
Summer's actually keeping me pretty happy, though. It's dwindling at a surprisingly rapid pace, though, and that worries me.
It's weird to think that as long as I keep living there will just keep being new things to remember, and then forget, and then regret forgetting. Or something.
Oh, life, life, life. I do like it.
ahhh! mon coeur.
When I look at my old high school papers and paraphernalia that are still lying around, I remember high school with a vageue fondness, but I don't really have a good reason to keep them, so I send them straight to the recycling bin. I'm a sentimental person, though, and I hate thinking that eventually I'll forget all these little things because I won't have as much stuff to randomly peruse. But holding onto Crick papers or Euro readings or Spanish handouts is just kind of silly.
Of course, I like to make thing worst by listening to the Madrigals CD. And now I kind of just want to sing Matona Mia or Moanin' Dove.
I hate days when I sit at home with not a lot to do and only see my mother or something. It's nice to loaf around but I inevitably end up thinking too much and feeling funny.
Summer's actually keeping me pretty happy, though. It's dwindling at a surprisingly rapid pace, though, and that worries me.
It's weird to think that as long as I keep living there will just keep being new things to remember, and then forget, and then regret forgetting. Or something.
Oh, life, life, life. I do like it.
ahhh! mon coeur.