I was a wierd kid.
I'm home, watching bad movies with my family and going to the orthodontist and dentist and grocery shopping and to visit my grandparents.
The first day home I spent the entire time blasting one cd after another as i cleaned out my room. all those clothes i haven't worn in a year or more, the clothes I never really liked, the boxes of highlightes magazines and two boxes of grade school papers. "goodwill...trash..goodwill..would mom want to save that?...goodwill...trash...'Good Reader Award'?" I'm SO saving that!
I started going through the three boxes of knitting and crocheting patterns that Laverne left me when she moved to Goshen. I'm clipping the patterns that my brother and I like and filing them in hanging files. Most of the work is finding all of a single pattern amid the labyrinth of advertisements and articles and craptastic patterns. I'm completly a perfectionist about cli8pping each pattern and pasting it onto a sheet of paper, just so. It's taking awhile, but it is really satisfying to give these things order and purpose at my own speed and according to my own rules. My brother is really good at finding the spectactular patterns - hats, argyle sweaters, trendy three-quarter length coats, ponchos, stuffed dragons. I like my brother. He took some of the clothes that I was giving away, and gave me some of the belts that he never wears any more. It's a great deal, because anything that is just a shade too large for me fits him well.
I found a diary that I kept, self-consciously, from November 21, 1991 to August 1, 1999 --a total of nine pages are filled. I leave you with the last entry.
Aug 1999 (1st)
ye gods. what an idiot I am. How pathetic. I despise weakness. Therefore I Despise myself. Black for Death.
The first day home I spent the entire time blasting one cd after another as i cleaned out my room. all those clothes i haven't worn in a year or more, the clothes I never really liked, the boxes of highlightes magazines and two boxes of grade school papers. "goodwill...trash..goodwill..would mom want to save that?...goodwill...trash...'Good Reader Award'?" I'm SO saving that!
I started going through the three boxes of knitting and crocheting patterns that Laverne left me when she moved to Goshen. I'm clipping the patterns that my brother and I like and filing them in hanging files. Most of the work is finding all of a single pattern amid the labyrinth of advertisements and articles and craptastic patterns. I'm completly a perfectionist about cli8pping each pattern and pasting it onto a sheet of paper, just so. It's taking awhile, but it is really satisfying to give these things order and purpose at my own speed and according to my own rules. My brother is really good at finding the spectactular patterns - hats, argyle sweaters, trendy three-quarter length coats, ponchos, stuffed dragons. I like my brother. He took some of the clothes that I was giving away, and gave me some of the belts that he never wears any more. It's a great deal, because anything that is just a shade too large for me fits him well.
I found a diary that I kept, self-consciously, from November 21, 1991 to August 1, 1999 --a total of nine pages are filled. I leave you with the last entry.
Aug 1999 (1st)
ye gods. what an idiot I am. How pathetic. I despise weakness. Therefore I Despise myself. Black for Death.