Nostalgic Cleaning, Part 1
So I have two weeks until classes start, not three. Damn >.<. I haven't gotten anything accomplished! I always do this. I don't have a job yet, I've barely started on Deedlit and Rosette v2, and my room is still not in good shape.
Once I discovered how little time I had left, I started on my room right away. I only have a year left at home, and after that (as long as my life keeps going in the moderately happy fashion it has been the past 1 1/2 years) I will have a BA and be living with my darling meanderingbard. I need to get back into the habit of being neat again. Once I hit college, my organization skills magically disappeared. I know part of the problem is trying to keep a constantly-growing pile of costumes and supplies in a room that's not getting any bigger, but it's only a part.
This is where the happier side of this entry comes in. I figure I can't clean effectively unless I thow away some of the stuff in my drawers. I have several GIANT pieces of furniture in my room, and every drawer is filled to the brim. I am afraid to say that I am a packrat ~~;;. I always think that I will be able to use some knicknack or other in the future. That turns out to be true, oh, 2% of the time >.>. In addition to that, I have dozens upon dozens of high school and middle school fliers, awards, and program booklets. If I could play an instrument, I was part of the show, and I got memorabilia from EVERYTHING I did ^^.
While I won't throw out all those booklets (once they're organized they'll all fit into one small binder) I can throw out pretty much everything else in those drawers. But I've found some rather interesting things that I want to write down here, in case I end up having to do something with it as well.
I found some notes my friends wrote me during classes. Some of them were amusing ("We have to do something about your brother spying on us!") and some of them were just plain strange. My friend Cathy gave me a picture of her with Santa Claus, and on the back wrote, "Santa takes Viagra! Don't tell!" Another strange one was a riddle with a solution I have long since forgot. Maybe someone else can figure it out? Here it is:
I am just two and two
I am hot
I am cold
I'm the parent of numbers that cannot be told
I'm a gift beyond measure, a matter of course
And I'm yielded with pleasure when taken by force
Something tells me the answer is probably easy, but hell if I can remember :P.
I found a bunch of old drawings. Some were better than I remember them being, and some were so horrible I can't remember why I liked them in the first place. 60% of them were Sailor Moon drawings I copied from stationary, coloring books, and other assorted crap. What a bad start of it I had ^^;;.
Speaking of Sailor Moon. . .wow, I found some of the OLDEST North American SM merchandise that exists. Does anyone realize that DiC set up a Sailor Moon fanclub when it first was broadcast in 1996? Does anyone realize that I was in it? HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I mean, I still love Sailor Moon, but my obsession bordered on the pathological back then. Of course, I think every teenager went through a stage where they obsessed over things ^_^. Anyways, the merchandise! I found some ugly stickers and cards. Some of the information on the back of the cards was inaccurate even to the DiC version! I can't believe I paid $35 to get into that stupid club XD. I remember that a clear drawstring beach bag came with the club kit, but I can't find it ^^;;.
Speaking of obsessions. . .the eighth grade was my ultimate year of obsessions. I've had obsessions after that, but never as long-lasting and satisfying as these. It was the year my friend told me to turn on UPN and watch some stupid show about a pigtailed girl in a skimpy sailor suit. It was the year a game about a green-haired amnesiac and her fight against the Empire showed up under the Christmas tree. But before I discovered either of those, my band director passed out a piece of music that's had me enthralled for nearly 10 years.
Of course, everyone who's been reading my journal for the past month (and back in June/July) knows what music that is :P. I found the Phantom of the Opera Medley in my sheet music folder, along with a photocopy of Michael Crawford and Sarah Brightman I used to have hanging by my bed. I laughed as I tossed the photocopy in the trash bin, but I saved the sheet music. I remember it being quite a decent little arrangement, even though "Phantom of the Opera" was kind of sucky, and "All I Ask Of You" was too wimpy and whiny for me even back then. I remember the day I got it, too.
Me: I like that new sheet music Mr. Coomer gave us today.
Amanda #1: Me too!
Amanda #2: Yeah, I like Phantom. My dad has the original cast recording on CD and we've listened to it before.
Me and Amanda #1: OMG! Can we borrow it?
Bwa ha ha, the rest is history. Amanda #1 and I obsessed over those CDs the rest of the year. I really should go out and buy a copy of it, but I bet the price has skyrocketed since the movie came out. And I don't want the movie soundtrack; as much as I loved Emmy Rossum and Patrick Wilson (OMGWTF he made me almost LIKE Raoul!) I wanted to shoot whoever thought it was ok to let Gerard Butler sing. Let him act, sure. He was a good Phantom, albeit too handsome. But they SO could have overdubbed him like they did with Minnie Driver.
This entry is not supposed to be about a movie! Moving on!
The last amusing thing I found was another terrible FFVI fic I wrote when I was 13. I know I've talked before about how amusing I thought my old fanfics were, but this one takes the cake. It literally DEFINES Mary Sue! The main character (which I named Clover, EWW) was a musician who dressed exactly like I did at that age, and was sucked into the game one night as she was playing. *giggles uncontrollably* The only worthwhile part was about Kefka. Once he was destroyed by our heroes at the end of the game, so my story went, he came back to life in his old body and was healed from the craziness that had posessed him since Gestahl's crew experimented on him with Esper power. He was hiding in Zozo (naturally!), but wanted desperately to redeem himself. He was the one who found Clover when she first fell into the world, and at the end was slated to die to save her. Awwwwwwwwwww! LOL
This entry was more for my benefit than yours, but I hope you found it interesting. I'm sure I'm going to find more interesting stuff as I continue to clean.
Once I discovered how little time I had left, I started on my room right away. I only have a year left at home, and after that (as long as my life keeps going in the moderately happy fashion it has been the past 1 1/2 years) I will have a BA and be living with my darling meanderingbard. I need to get back into the habit of being neat again. Once I hit college, my organization skills magically disappeared. I know part of the problem is trying to keep a constantly-growing pile of costumes and supplies in a room that's not getting any bigger, but it's only a part.
This is where the happier side of this entry comes in. I figure I can't clean effectively unless I thow away some of the stuff in my drawers. I have several GIANT pieces of furniture in my room, and every drawer is filled to the brim. I am afraid to say that I am a packrat ~~;;. I always think that I will be able to use some knicknack or other in the future. That turns out to be true, oh, 2% of the time >.>. In addition to that, I have dozens upon dozens of high school and middle school fliers, awards, and program booklets. If I could play an instrument, I was part of the show, and I got memorabilia from EVERYTHING I did ^^.
While I won't throw out all those booklets (once they're organized they'll all fit into one small binder) I can throw out pretty much everything else in those drawers. But I've found some rather interesting things that I want to write down here, in case I end up having to do something with it as well.
I found some notes my friends wrote me during classes. Some of them were amusing ("We have to do something about your brother spying on us!") and some of them were just plain strange. My friend Cathy gave me a picture of her with Santa Claus, and on the back wrote, "Santa takes Viagra! Don't tell!" Another strange one was a riddle with a solution I have long since forgot. Maybe someone else can figure it out? Here it is:
I am just two and two
I am hot
I am cold
I'm the parent of numbers that cannot be told
I'm a gift beyond measure, a matter of course
And I'm yielded with pleasure when taken by force
Something tells me the answer is probably easy, but hell if I can remember :P.
I found a bunch of old drawings. Some were better than I remember them being, and some were so horrible I can't remember why I liked them in the first place. 60% of them were Sailor Moon drawings I copied from stationary, coloring books, and other assorted crap. What a bad start of it I had ^^;;.
Speaking of Sailor Moon. . .wow, I found some of the OLDEST North American SM merchandise that exists. Does anyone realize that DiC set up a Sailor Moon fanclub when it first was broadcast in 1996? Does anyone realize that I was in it? HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I mean, I still love Sailor Moon, but my obsession bordered on the pathological back then. Of course, I think every teenager went through a stage where they obsessed over things ^_^. Anyways, the merchandise! I found some ugly stickers and cards. Some of the information on the back of the cards was inaccurate even to the DiC version! I can't believe I paid $35 to get into that stupid club XD. I remember that a clear drawstring beach bag came with the club kit, but I can't find it ^^;;.
Speaking of obsessions. . .the eighth grade was my ultimate year of obsessions. I've had obsessions after that, but never as long-lasting and satisfying as these. It was the year my friend told me to turn on UPN and watch some stupid show about a pigtailed girl in a skimpy sailor suit. It was the year a game about a green-haired amnesiac and her fight against the Empire showed up under the Christmas tree. But before I discovered either of those, my band director passed out a piece of music that's had me enthralled for nearly 10 years.
Of course, everyone who's been reading my journal for the past month (and back in June/July) knows what music that is :P. I found the Phantom of the Opera Medley in my sheet music folder, along with a photocopy of Michael Crawford and Sarah Brightman I used to have hanging by my bed. I laughed as I tossed the photocopy in the trash bin, but I saved the sheet music. I remember it being quite a decent little arrangement, even though "Phantom of the Opera" was kind of sucky, and "All I Ask Of You" was too wimpy and whiny for me even back then. I remember the day I got it, too.
Me: I like that new sheet music Mr. Coomer gave us today.
Amanda #1: Me too!
Amanda #2: Yeah, I like Phantom. My dad has the original cast recording on CD and we've listened to it before.
Me and Amanda #1: OMG! Can we borrow it?
Bwa ha ha, the rest is history. Amanda #1 and I obsessed over those CDs the rest of the year. I really should go out and buy a copy of it, but I bet the price has skyrocketed since the movie came out. And I don't want the movie soundtrack; as much as I loved Emmy Rossum and Patrick Wilson (OMGWTF he made me almost LIKE Raoul!) I wanted to shoot whoever thought it was ok to let Gerard Butler sing. Let him act, sure. He was a good Phantom, albeit too handsome. But they SO could have overdubbed him like they did with Minnie Driver.
This entry is not supposed to be about a movie! Moving on!
The last amusing thing I found was another terrible FFVI fic I wrote when I was 13. I know I've talked before about how amusing I thought my old fanfics were, but this one takes the cake. It literally DEFINES Mary Sue! The main character (which I named Clover, EWW) was a musician who dressed exactly like I did at that age, and was sucked into the game one night as she was playing. *giggles uncontrollably* The only worthwhile part was about Kefka. Once he was destroyed by our heroes at the end of the game, so my story went, he came back to life in his old body and was healed from the craziness that had posessed him since Gestahl's crew experimented on him with Esper power. He was hiding in Zozo (naturally!), but wanted desperately to redeem himself. He was the one who found Clover when she first fell into the world, and at the end was slated to die to save her. Awwwwwwwwwww! LOL
This entry was more for my benefit than yours, but I hope you found it interesting. I'm sure I'm going to find more interesting stuff as I continue to clean.