cleaning my room
so since i have been home alone this weekend, with the dogs, i have decided that i really do need to clean this hole in the wall that is my bedroom. this started with me taking a few on the dozens of books in the room that have been scattered due to the lack of bookshelves (not that the bookshelves that i did have in here would have helped any) and put them up off the floor, since i am started to resent anything on the floor. i got distracted, as usual. i found a pile of paper that i apparently decided to keep as scratch paper, but i think will just end up heading to recycling since i probably wont end up using it. i originally thought that this was a cache of papers that i wrote, but instead was a bunch of syllabi from years past. like my freshman year of college. why did i keep this stuff in the first place?
on another note, i rediscovered all of the treasure troves of notes amber and i wrote to each other circa 1999 and a poem from austin that goes 'erica loves me/she drew a heart on my paper/i love her too/ i dont really hate her' signed austin! and a self portrait of the poet. i laughed for a while.
on another note, i rediscovered all of the treasure troves of notes amber and i wrote to each other circa 1999 and a poem from austin that goes 'erica loves me/she drew a heart on my paper/i love her too/ i dont really hate her' signed austin! and a self portrait of the poet. i laughed for a while.