spring cleaning
whenever its around finals time i tend to get the urge to just clean clean clean. today i decided to tackle my closet to try and make room for at least most of my stuff to come back into the house. what i found was a little hilarious, a little sad, and a serious flashback.
let me just say that i am a pack rat. I found every bit of school work since my junior year of high school. basically i threw it all away except for the most impressive reports and my english portfolio.
i found diaries from 7th-beginning of 9th grade. oh lord. christian came over just as these were lying on the floor and though it would be fun to read them. let me tell you, it was not fun. i sounded like a complete idiot (and it was in writing!) and boy, was I boy-crazy. there was a different guy every few pages, some simultaneously. i hadn't thought about the lessa-chris-nancy drama in years. or the lessa-frank-diana situation. and then i took the journal away from him before he got to my obsession with lyle which became the lessa-lyle-jamie situation. those of you who were around know exactly what i'm talking about. those were the days, huh?
i also found tons and tons of pictures amongst notes written between my friends and i throughout high school. most of them got thrown away becuase the friends that were in the box i either don't talk to anymore or hate with a passion. i did keep the diaries however. they might be fun to get embarrassed over again in 20 years.
it's funny to see how much we've changed. as christian was reading my journal, he was like i don't even know this girl! just jumping from boy to boy who will show me a little attention. but then again, i was 14. and thats pretty much what 14 year olds do. i settled down though once i got a real boyfriend (santana) and became a one-boy girl.
most of my stuff fits into my bedroom now though, in case you were wondering. my clothes are spread out in different places all throughout my room. my shirts have a drawer. my workout clothes/pjs have a box under my bed. my sweatshirts and scarves have a different box under my bed, and my unmentionables are in a basket in my closet. *sigh*
let me just say that i am a pack rat. I found every bit of school work since my junior year of high school. basically i threw it all away except for the most impressive reports and my english portfolio.
i found diaries from 7th-beginning of 9th grade. oh lord. christian came over just as these were lying on the floor and though it would be fun to read them. let me tell you, it was not fun. i sounded like a complete idiot (and it was in writing!) and boy, was I boy-crazy. there was a different guy every few pages, some simultaneously. i hadn't thought about the lessa-chris-nancy drama in years. or the lessa-frank-diana situation. and then i took the journal away from him before he got to my obsession with lyle which became the lessa-lyle-jamie situation. those of you who were around know exactly what i'm talking about. those were the days, huh?
i also found tons and tons of pictures amongst notes written between my friends and i throughout high school. most of them got thrown away becuase the friends that were in the box i either don't talk to anymore or hate with a passion. i did keep the diaries however. they might be fun to get embarrassed over again in 20 years.
it's funny to see how much we've changed. as christian was reading my journal, he was like i don't even know this girl! just jumping from boy to boy who will show me a little attention. but then again, i was 14. and thats pretty much what 14 year olds do. i settled down though once i got a real boyfriend (santana) and became a one-boy girl.
most of my stuff fits into my bedroom now though, in case you were wondering. my clothes are spread out in different places all throughout my room. my shirts have a drawer. my workout clothes/pjs have a box under my bed. my sweatshirts and scarves have a different box under my bed, and my unmentionables are in a basket in my closet. *sigh*