Waffle. Useless waffle! .... mmmm, waffle!
Some of you may remember, a few entries back, that I was doing a major clean/reorganisation of my room to get rid of all my excess junk.
I'm pleased to say, I am 0.8% away from completion! :D (only took me, what, a month to the day? :P)
I discovered I once again have more DVDs than shelf space, my book case can barely hold all my books, I had waaaaaaaaaaaaaaay too many clothes in my room I never look at, much less wore, and that my Dragonball Z obsession is still going strong.
Last night, I finally unlocked my "secret" drawer, and pulled out years worth of magazines (some of which only had maybe half a page of dedication), figurines, disks, games, stickers, cards, CDs and odd little pieces of DBZ paraphenalia. And let me tell you, I had a hard time parting with any of it. As it is, I kept the stickers, the cards, the disks, the figurines and the games -__-' So much for getting rid of stuff, eh? *slaps self*
Took me an hour to sort my DVDs .. too many, and yet not enough .. and still, I have enough to fill another shelf (which I convieniently don't have :P) And I discovered, in my stupidity, that I had bought duplicates of some. So what did I do to combat this? I wrote a list of every DVD and series I have. -__-
Tonight, I'll finish my washing, sort my CDs (while writing another list as to avoid future duplicates), vacuumn, and yeah .. I'll finally be done! *prepares self-fanfare* :D
Then, hopefully, I'll be getting my new bed and desk.
While cleaning out my "secret" drawer, I discovered in the bottom notes passed many a year ago between myself and my "best" friend of the time, Ellie Pahlow.
Man .. I'm ashamed to say we were Emo and drama-filled back in primary! I mean, omg, from what I managed to decipher from the dodgy chicken-scrawl writing was that she was not talking to me .. because I didn't say hi to her in the middle of a wall-ball game. >__<
At least that's how it started! It then progressed. She was pissed at me for some unknown reason that she would tell me on the bus to swimming lessons .. And she was pissed at me for constantly getting her into trouble .. then I got pissed at her for getting pissed at me and ignoring the fact I was trying to fix our friendship .. a whole argument caught on tiny scraps of paper scavenged from her pencil case .. which I then kept ..
It reminded me .. this is something I remember of St. Jude's alot .. little, petty arguments (which seemed huge at the time) which always threatened the end of a friendship. The tenuous balance of being BFF with someone, to suddenly being their most hated enemy with a statement. The fact we all thought we were so cool, and so grownup, when in reality .. we were emo, drama-filled tweens.
oh god .. I'm feeling the dirt and shame I always feel when I realise/acknowledge I am/have been emo .. OH GOD/HOLY CRAP!!
But it also made me realise just how much I miss those times .. no offence to my Merici suffering friends, but I've always considered my St Jude's Class the best class to ever be in .. and I miss them .. I miss playing wall-ball every lunch and recess. I miss mucking around in class, mingling with both the guys and the gals .. honestly .. I even miss the constant potential drama.
And now, thanks to Primary nostalgia, I have Secondary nostaligia. I really miss my Merici friends. I miss seeing them everyday. I miss sitting in the library, on our laptops, or hogging the chairs talking.
And right now .. I'm missing Ash. Cause I'm feeling melancholy after writing this, and He makes me happy. Thinking about Him makes me happy - being with Him makes me Euphoric.
.. I want Euphoria ..
*sigh* And all this comes from cleaning my room. *mumbles about the futility of everything*
*mumbles more after a really fucked up call at work, causing me to delay my break by half and hour*
I LOVE ASH!!!! MORE THAN A JAPANESE SCHOOL-GIRL LOVES TENTACLE RAPE!! I LOVE YOU, BABY! *glomps*
I'm pleased to say, I am 0.8% away from completion! :D (only took me, what, a month to the day? :P)
I discovered I once again have more DVDs than shelf space, my book case can barely hold all my books, I had waaaaaaaaaaaaaaay too many clothes in my room I never look at, much less wore, and that my Dragonball Z obsession is still going strong.
Last night, I finally unlocked my "secret" drawer, and pulled out years worth of magazines (some of which only had maybe half a page of dedication), figurines, disks, games, stickers, cards, CDs and odd little pieces of DBZ paraphenalia. And let me tell you, I had a hard time parting with any of it. As it is, I kept the stickers, the cards, the disks, the figurines and the games -__-' So much for getting rid of stuff, eh? *slaps self*
Took me an hour to sort my DVDs .. too many, and yet not enough .. and still, I have enough to fill another shelf (which I convieniently don't have :P) And I discovered, in my stupidity, that I had bought duplicates of some. So what did I do to combat this? I wrote a list of every DVD and series I have. -__-
Tonight, I'll finish my washing, sort my CDs (while writing another list as to avoid future duplicates), vacuumn, and yeah .. I'll finally be done! *prepares self-fanfare* :D
Then, hopefully, I'll be getting my new bed and desk.
While cleaning out my "secret" drawer, I discovered in the bottom notes passed many a year ago between myself and my "best" friend of the time, Ellie Pahlow.
Man .. I'm ashamed to say we were Emo and drama-filled back in primary! I mean, omg, from what I managed to decipher from the dodgy chicken-scrawl writing was that she was not talking to me .. because I didn't say hi to her in the middle of a wall-ball game. >__<
At least that's how it started! It then progressed. She was pissed at me for some unknown reason that she would tell me on the bus to swimming lessons .. And she was pissed at me for constantly getting her into trouble .. then I got pissed at her for getting pissed at me and ignoring the fact I was trying to fix our friendship .. a whole argument caught on tiny scraps of paper scavenged from her pencil case .. which I then kept ..
It reminded me .. this is something I remember of St. Jude's alot .. little, petty arguments (which seemed huge at the time) which always threatened the end of a friendship. The tenuous balance of being BFF with someone, to suddenly being their most hated enemy with a statement. The fact we all thought we were so cool, and so grownup, when in reality .. we were emo, drama-filled tweens.
oh god .. I'm feeling the dirt and shame I always feel when I realise/acknowledge I am/have been emo .. OH GOD/HOLY CRAP!!
But it also made me realise just how much I miss those times .. no offence to my Merici suffering friends, but I've always considered my St Jude's Class the best class to ever be in .. and I miss them .. I miss playing wall-ball every lunch and recess. I miss mucking around in class, mingling with both the guys and the gals .. honestly .. I even miss the constant potential drama.
And now, thanks to Primary nostalgia, I have Secondary nostaligia. I really miss my Merici friends. I miss seeing them everyday. I miss sitting in the library, on our laptops, or hogging the chairs talking.
And right now .. I'm missing Ash. Cause I'm feeling melancholy after writing this, and He makes me happy. Thinking about Him makes me happy - being with Him makes me Euphoric.
.. I want Euphoria ..
*sigh* And all this comes from cleaning my room. *mumbles about the futility of everything*
*mumbles more after a really fucked up call at work, causing me to delay my break by half and hour*
I LOVE ASH!!!! MORE THAN A JAPANESE SCHOOL-GIRL LOVES TENTACLE RAPE!! I LOVE YOU, BABY! *glomps*