4.3.09

cleaning house

So i decided it was finally time to clean my room. i have tried to organize it a little on and off since graduation. and now I have an article to write , which means i need a form of productive procrastination. bam. room cleaning time.
now let's just try to get a picture of what my room is like. there was still some stuff i had not put away since graduation. yes. from may. i have a load of magazines. i have papers everywhere. i have the amount of stuff that a packrat who has lived here for 17 years would normally accumulate.
plus more.

the cleaning was a process. several days. i grew weary. i longed for better times. the sweat and toil and papercuts. and oh the dust! it nearly drove me to insanity. but i pushed through. i persevered.

and here are some the gems i found along the way:

1. bendable rubber santa decoration
2. small paper mache santa
3. extension cord, extending to nothing
4. bunch o cards from graduation and various other events
5. a graduation card i made for tony dacosta and apparently never gave him. it's sealed.
6. cds I forgot about, including a lovely mix from colleen kennedy
7. the top of my dresser
8. my wax seal from Wales
9. five old batteries just waiting to explode
10. two new batteries that must have been given to me with my yearly hess truck
11. lyrics to an obscene rap song about 'hot dogs' that caroline and I cowrote on a piece of russ's 'martha stewart living' scrap paper while driving home from VT in october (perhaps to be posted at a later date after we have copyrighted everything and made millions)
12. lyrics to a song I penned on the back of a depressing bank statement in the height of Locust Valley Lockjaw’s (LVL's) career about what people walking by my car thought about my talking and singing to amuse myself while i waited forever for anita in the store.
(perhaps to be posted at a later date after i have copyrighted everything and made millions)
13. bunch of postcards I had bought over the past 2 years and meant to hang up
14. a free ad postcard we found at a bar in vienna that was printed with " I <3" and then someone wrote in 'Jeebus'
15. a book of matches from rubyfoos hidden under a big pile of papers
16. a pirates of the carribean gummy candy from sarahs bridal shower..oh a yeara and half ago
17. tea from said party. drinking that shit tonight bitches
18. two unidentifiable pills red and white pills (yeah i took em. whats it to you?)
19. so much change. oh coinstar here I come
20. a single metal hole punch. on it is written ‘presto –pat. pending’ manufactured in ill. Circa 1970 at the earliest. i am going to have to google it.
21. a website for lynne palmer executive recruitment- a print out from anita. that's in the trash
22. a red one of those excessively oversized pencils that says ‘fala the white house dog. Friend to FDR’ not sharpened of course. need these things in mint condition

i am afraid this is all i recorded on this strange and wonderful journey. but i will create an amendment if i recall anything else worth mentioning.

perhaps this glimpse into my life will convince you too to keep every unimportant thing you come across, knowing that one day you will need that wax seal for that old graduation card that you wrote with that oversized FDR pencil, punched a hole in with archaic office tools, right before washing down those unidentifiable pills with some old tea and no longer gummy gummy candy. you're gonna need that before you record those songs you wrote.

LVL FOREVER! WOO WOO

4 comments:

HelenW said...

This was awesome.

Anonymous said...

I love taking unidentified medication I find, and trust me at work I find plenty.

Sarah said...

Great! I never ate those gummy candies either. Listen, is one of those tea bags you have pink? Deb really liked the pink ones. If you have one, can you tell her what flavor it is? She's been trying to figure it out. This is your chance for your junk saving to save someone else!! It might all be worth it!

P.S. Whilst going through MY old stuff, I found the script to a fake radio show I made with Grace and Emily. We were 10. Talk about pack-rat! haha

Tony said...

Oh my god.

I dont know if I'm more excited that I have a graduation card waiting, or more sad that it was just forgotten into oblivion.

GIVE IT