Wednesday, August 10, 2005
"I swear I'm partially deaf"
"...what?"
I'm trying really hard to clean my room and to not be fat. Neither is really working out for me so far. Acctually, that is a lie. I am making some serious progress in the not being fat department. The room cleaning, however, is going to be a long and difficult process that will probably end with me just leaving everything in a huge pile in the middle of my floor.
I have a lot of junk. Most of which is utterly useless. But no matter how many times I look at all of it and think, "This stuff is utterly useless", I can't bring myself to throw any of it in the garbage. I have notebooks full of half-written stories from when I was about seven. I have birthday cards from practically every birthday I have ever had. I have old notes from my friends. I have about sixty-billion pencils. What do other people do with these kinds of things? Surely they don't keep them all in shoeboxes under their beds until they so full that they are bursting at the seams. Surely they don't arrange and rearrange them in drawers that could better serve them by holding all of the OTHER stuff that has been collecting on the floor or the bookshelf or the desktop, but can't because there is no more room in the drawers, due to the pencils and notebooks and birthday cards. What do they DO with it all? What am
I supposed to do with it all?
And, more importantly, who ate my cookies?
Hailey spazzed at 5:54:00 p.m.
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