Just a loser with no self-esteem OR My Memory Shelf
I was *gasp* cleaning out some of my drawers and bookshelves as part of a 20 year renovation project that I've been involved with since birth. I'm not sure where I went wrong during my rearing, but for some reason I just can't keep up with the cleanliness. Ask anyone I've been around, George, Chris, My roommate-in-exile Manny, or my Roommate-in-heart Shitty (yeah that's his name); and I'm sure they'll all agree. I'm an absolute slob and borderline packrat. Which is why I've found so many amazing things from my past that I'm still loathe to throw out.
Thinking back on it, I did some pretty good shit in highschool. Maybe not quite amazing, but still pretty good. I have this proclamation from the mayor of NJ (complete with "WHEREAS"'s and "THEREFORE, BE IT PROCLAIMED"'s and "IN WITNESS WHEREOF"'s and all that good stuff) about myself on the wrestling team, I have a multitude of plaques and awards and medals and all sorts of shit. I even have a few newspaper clippings, one of which features me. I have accolades from the highschool, from the marines, and the army reserve. I'm some kind of an athlete/scholar and all this crazy stuff. I feel like this little portion of my bookshelf was a time travel capsule I left behind to be found 3 years later. I would have never remembered that any of it existed at all. I found these two little slips of folded paper, the kind of paper people print their business cards on. On them was a name written in some kind of silvery lacquer and a table number on the bottom. I think these are from my senior prom! Well I have two, one with my name and one with (hahahaha) Chris Franzoni's name on it. I think I stole it from his table or something because he went to the Prom with Amy. Scroll down... oh I dunno... 2 or so years and maybe I wrote something about the "Amy Fiasco" back then. Well it's the only reason that I can think of for having the damned thing. OK well I can think of a few other reasons but they are well beyond the realm of possibility and feasibility.
hmm I started this post several days ago, but put it on the back burner. It has since lost its... "je ne sais pas" and i just can finish it. Let me wrap it up in a few precious sentences. Found awards n plaques (they look so bitter and ironic sitting on that forgotten shelf); I found the thing with Franzoni's name from the prom; I found a manila envelope received from Amy on Vday, stuffed with notes, lists, and all other sorts of delicious and sensitive contraband; I found a wonderful reminder from the Pennsylvania Department of Transportation over the then-current state of my driving privileges that I don't even have time to get into; and a host of other items. Some destined to be saved, others thrown out. There. All done.
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Happy birthday Mootz. The other day was his birthday, and his surprise birthday party at Chris's house. It was set up by resident Teen Girl Squad, Jess and Liz. Please know that I just tried to write "Liz and Jess", and for some reason it just didn't sound right to me. The mind works in funny ways like that.
Thinking back on it, I did some pretty good shit in highschool. Maybe not quite amazing, but still pretty good. I have this proclamation from the mayor of NJ (complete with "WHEREAS"'s and "THEREFORE, BE IT PROCLAIMED"'s and "IN WITNESS WHEREOF"'s and all that good stuff) about myself on the wrestling team, I have a multitude of plaques and awards and medals and all sorts of shit. I even have a few newspaper clippings, one of which features me. I have accolades from the highschool, from the marines, and the army reserve. I'm some kind of an athlete/scholar and all this crazy stuff. I feel like this little portion of my bookshelf was a time travel capsule I left behind to be found 3 years later. I would have never remembered that any of it existed at all. I found these two little slips of folded paper, the kind of paper people print their business cards on. On them was a name written in some kind of silvery lacquer and a table number on the bottom. I think these are from my senior prom! Well I have two, one with my name and one with (hahahaha) Chris Franzoni's name on it. I think I stole it from his table or something because he went to the Prom with Amy. Scroll down... oh I dunno... 2 or so years and maybe I wrote something about the "Amy Fiasco" back then. Well it's the only reason that I can think of for having the damned thing. OK well I can think of a few other reasons but they are well beyond the realm of possibility and feasibility.
hmm I started this post several days ago, but put it on the back burner. It has since lost its... "je ne sais pas" and i just can finish it. Let me wrap it up in a few precious sentences. Found awards n plaques (they look so bitter and ironic sitting on that forgotten shelf); I found the thing with Franzoni's name from the prom; I found a manila envelope received from Amy on Vday, stuffed with notes, lists, and all other sorts of delicious and sensitive contraband; I found a wonderful reminder from the Pennsylvania Department of Transportation over the then-current state of my driving privileges that I don't even have time to get into; and a host of other items. Some destined to be saved, others thrown out. There. All done.
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Happy birthday Mootz. The other day was his birthday, and his surprise birthday party at Chris's house. It was set up by resident Teen Girl Squad, Jess and Liz. Please know that I just tried to write "Liz and Jess", and for some reason it just didn't sound right to me. The mind works in funny ways like that.