The random crap in my room, and the metaphor it creates.
Ah yes, the wonderful feeling one gets when cleaning a room that one spends most of ones time in.
The dirty socks, the old boxes long forgotten, the half eaten apple cores that rolled under the bed and one was too lazy to pick up so they rotted and stuck to the carpet, forcing one to spend half an hour scraping and spraying and soaking...
mmm... Makes me all warm and toasty inside.
I think about all the crap that has happened to me, and how little bits of it have kind of stuck in the cracks of my room. Like the can of soup that danielle gave me when i was feeling sick. I still have the phone numbers of girls(and emery) that were/are important to me. though i don't really need to write them down, seeing as i memorize phone number pretty easily. I have the paper Danielle gave me for my 16th birthday, which amusingly enough, spells my name "Zak" with the writing "for a beautiful boy" lightly penciled in the background. I have the wierd symbol thing I made 2 or 3 years ago, along with random drawings that i've decided to keep. I have Baylins letter to me, explaining her "big, kajunga feeling for me" and her "superiority and inferiority complex" surrounding that particularly bad situation that i was too... oblivious? to get myself out of. I have the letter informing me of my one day suspension, which for those of you who don't know, was given me because i was dancing on the Science wing of South. I have my old retainer which i have yet to break with a hammer as i said i was going to. The half eaten plastic fork that was given me by Ana. I used to have the flower she gave me, but it wilted to a small bud and unfortunately fell and was lost among the debris of my floor. I have many many scarfs, colorful and just about the fruitiest thing you'd ever see. I have my myriad coats and jackets. I have the address and letter of Kitty, my fantasticaly canadian Princess from North of the Border. My foriegn coins, my treasure chest, my secret compartment...
Anyway, the point of this post is to gather people interested in making a bonfire of all the things that remind us of the bad things that happened in our past. Or people who like to burn things. Both are good. If you're interested, reply. I'll most likely know who you are, seeing as the only people who really read my LJ are Fabio, Ichi, Jeffy, and possibly Kitty.
The dirty socks, the old boxes long forgotten, the half eaten apple cores that rolled under the bed and one was too lazy to pick up so they rotted and stuck to the carpet, forcing one to spend half an hour scraping and spraying and soaking...
mmm... Makes me all warm and toasty inside.
I think about all the crap that has happened to me, and how little bits of it have kind of stuck in the cracks of my room. Like the can of soup that danielle gave me when i was feeling sick. I still have the phone numbers of girls(and emery) that were/are important to me. though i don't really need to write them down, seeing as i memorize phone number pretty easily. I have the paper Danielle gave me for my 16th birthday, which amusingly enough, spells my name "Zak" with the writing "for a beautiful boy" lightly penciled in the background. I have the wierd symbol thing I made 2 or 3 years ago, along with random drawings that i've decided to keep. I have Baylins letter to me, explaining her "big, kajunga feeling for me" and her "superiority and inferiority complex" surrounding that particularly bad situation that i was too... oblivious? to get myself out of. I have the letter informing me of my one day suspension, which for those of you who don't know, was given me because i was dancing on the Science wing of South. I have my old retainer which i have yet to break with a hammer as i said i was going to. The half eaten plastic fork that was given me by Ana. I used to have the flower she gave me, but it wilted to a small bud and unfortunately fell and was lost among the debris of my floor. I have many many scarfs, colorful and just about the fruitiest thing you'd ever see. I have my myriad coats and jackets. I have the address and letter of Kitty, my fantasticaly canadian Princess from North of the Border. My foriegn coins, my treasure chest, my secret compartment...
Anyway, the point of this post is to gather people interested in making a bonfire of all the things that remind us of the bad things that happened in our past. Or people who like to burn things. Both are good. If you're interested, reply. I'll most likely know who you are, seeing as the only people who really read my LJ are Fabio, Ichi, Jeffy, and possibly Kitty.