Screw you, National Geographics, this time you're history!
Room. Of. Shame.
So far I have excavatedfound:
-my Frames ticket from Auckland (when Bob Dylan was closing for them, y'know).
-my MacPac with the space for the laptop that I couldn't find the last two times I went overseas mit laptop, as the Germans say.
-an inhaler (I expect this number to rise. I tend to stash them everywhere, in paranoia).
-my good torch.
-...my X-Files books (Ruins and Goblins so far - anyone want 'em?)
-my I Want to Believe poster. labelled with tehsunny's name. NO THAT'S NOT FIVE YEARS LATE OR ANYTHING. *shame*
-2x the Original Trilogy DVD release posters. Which I don't even remember ever seeing before. (And have now put in a poster tube because they're somehow in really good condition and may actually be saleable since it's the OT and not the new ones.) Plus a crapload of those Pepsi Episode One posters. Man, I must've gone to BP a lot in 1999.
-oh my god, NINJA NATIONAL GEOGRAPHICS. Where the hell did they come fro-- wait, nevermind, any idiot knows that Clutter breeds National Geographics from the 1980s.
-my school c latin exam. Um. *commits hare krishna* (Of note, here, however, is page 9, which instructs "in 100 - 150 words, write about (topic)". I wrote... about 190. \o?)
-WHAT?! Chris, why do I have twoFIVE of YOUR Standard 2 exercise books? I didn't even know you for another four years! *confused* (Or, wait, were we saving them from your mother's decluttering efforts?)
-6th Form maths book (don't worry, I am chucking it!) covered in X-men stickers. \nerd/
-Apparently in 5th Form I wrote "my book. Interesting fact." on all my exercise books. Huh. I bet that was Sarah-related.
-"I was riding Gypsie, who is most likely Candy's half-brother. We aren't sure, because they don't DNA test horses." Okay. Baby!me was pretty cute.
-OH GOD I WROTE STRICTLY BALLROOM FANFIC?! BRB BURNING EVIDENCE.
-Gary was St Joseph in the S4 Christmas Play? AHAHAHA BRILLIANT. I must remind my mother.
-Hrm. Apparently I read a Gordon Korman book in form 2. I have no memory of this. I was apparently also reading Jeffrey Archer and the Saddle Club. In conclusion, shihadchick is a land of contrast!
-Hey, apparently I *do* still have a copy of the epic poetry/'barn dance' (sic) I wrote when I was 8. It is, in fact, worse than I remembered. \o/
(No, really. Sample line: "who every day ate an apple/and had a horse that was coloured dapple". YEAH. Watch out, Kipling.) Also I wrote a poem about a unicorn. Me and MikeyWay must've been like this spiritually. *giggles*
And... thus concludes the excavation. Now I have to deal with the acres and acres of mailing boxes and gift wraps and ribbons and stuff. I suspect only Chris has actually seen the true extent of my, um, issues, in this area, so for the rest of you, let me just say: I'm going in. And I may be some time.
So far I have excavatedfound:
-my Frames ticket from Auckland (when Bob Dylan was closing for them, y'know).
-my MacPac with the space for the laptop that I couldn't find the last two times I went overseas mit laptop, as the Germans say.
-an inhaler (I expect this number to rise. I tend to stash them everywhere, in paranoia).
-my good torch.
-...my X-Files books (Ruins and Goblins so far - anyone want 'em?)
-my I Want to Believe poster. labelled with tehsunny's name. NO THAT'S NOT FIVE YEARS LATE OR ANYTHING. *shame*
-2x the Original Trilogy DVD release posters. Which I don't even remember ever seeing before. (And have now put in a poster tube because they're somehow in really good condition and may actually be saleable since it's the OT and not the new ones.) Plus a crapload of those Pepsi Episode One posters. Man, I must've gone to BP a lot in 1999.
-oh my god, NINJA NATIONAL GEOGRAPHICS. Where the hell did they come fro-- wait, nevermind, any idiot knows that Clutter breeds National Geographics from the 1980s.
-my school c latin exam. Um. *commits hare krishna* (Of note, here, however, is page 9, which instructs "in 100 - 150 words, write about (topic)". I wrote... about 190. \o?)
-WHAT?! Chris, why do I have twoFIVE of YOUR Standard 2 exercise books? I didn't even know you for another four years! *confused* (Or, wait, were we saving them from your mother's decluttering efforts?)
-6th Form maths book (don't worry, I am chucking it!) covered in X-men stickers. \nerd/
-Apparently in 5th Form I wrote "my book. Interesting fact." on all my exercise books. Huh. I bet that was Sarah-related.
-"I was riding Gypsie, who is most likely Candy's half-brother. We aren't sure, because they don't DNA test horses." Okay. Baby!me was pretty cute.
-OH GOD I WROTE STRICTLY BALLROOM FANFIC?! BRB BURNING EVIDENCE.
-Gary was St Joseph in the S4 Christmas Play? AHAHAHA BRILLIANT. I must remind my mother.
-Hrm. Apparently I read a Gordon Korman book in form 2. I have no memory of this. I was apparently also reading Jeffrey Archer and the Saddle Club. In conclusion, shihadchick is a land of contrast!
-Hey, apparently I *do* still have a copy of the epic poetry/'barn dance' (sic) I wrote when I was 8. It is, in fact, worse than I remembered. \o/
(No, really. Sample line: "who every day ate an apple/and had a horse that was coloured dapple". YEAH. Watch out, Kipling.) Also I wrote a poem about a unicorn. Me and MikeyWay must've been like this spiritually. *giggles*
And... thus concludes the excavation. Now I have to deal with the acres and acres of mailing boxes and gift wraps and ribbons and stuff. I suspect only Chris has actually seen the true extent of my, um, issues, in this area, so for the rest of you, let me just say: I'm going in. And I may be some time.