things i’ve found in my room while cleaning….a continuously updated list
– a picture of my ex neighbor stacey, with jordan churder, at her 10th grade mercy high school formal. lol
– tons of shit that i wonder why it was in my room in the first place
– big ben snow globe
– banks with money!!!! coins, but still!!!
– 84 floatie pens
– a picture of Mr Kotter, and other characters from Welcome Back Kotter, cut out of a magazine lol
– a postcard from my 9th and 10th grade French teacher, Mrs Marcille, from France. dated 1996
– a song i wrote in the early 90s: Livin with a Wedge (yes i’m seriously embarassing myself here)
to the tune of “Livin on the Edge” by Aerosmith
Something wrong with my butt today
Don’t know what it is
Something must be up it
Something’s up everyones
Gods glad not up his (omg rofl)
Definitely not Saturn (?!?!)

Chorus:
Livin with a wedge
You can’t help yourself from picking
Livin with a wedge
You can’t stop yourself at all
Living with a wedge
You can’t stop yourself from picking
Livin with a wedge

Something’s wrong with my butt today
It tickels my anus (OMFG!!!!! i was such a retarded child)
It’s happened to all of us
If you can judge a big crack
But the color of the skin
Then you must be a better wedge than I

Chorus

Tell me what you think about your situation
Complication, Aggravation it’s getting to you

If little wedgie tells you that a hand is commin
even if it wasn’t would you still come crawling
back again, i bet you would my friend, again
and again and again and again

Something’s right with my butt today
and everybody knows its wrong
we can tell them no or we can let them know
but i’d a rather be a pickin on

WHAT THE HELL WAS WRONG WITH ME AS A CHILD! It’s gotta be all the toxic waste around here!!!!!!! *blush* i amaze myself lol

– my pre-calc and calculus journal
– all the snapple caps that i collected
– and oh yeah super. was throwing out all the millions of letters i saved from my penpals over the last 7 years, and found a 5 page letter/note from psycho that he wrote while i was in england in 1997. it was all this shit about how his week sucked, how he kept fighting with his mom because she hated me, how work sucked, and then it just got worse. he went on and on about how much he missed and loved me, and how he doubted that i did. how my email to him from robin’s house was short, but he understands since i needed to get away from home, my parents and him. blah blah blah and then it turned into a note about him being pissed off at me because i came home from my trip and only called him once in the 2 days i’d been home. WHY THE FUCK DID I KEEP THIS!!!!!! he went on and on about how he had to move, and his new job (perkins) would give him health insurance that he could put me on, and when i came home from college i could live with him….etc….i hate him. “well. i didn’t hear or see you today after the shitty day at work. i wish i had. this whole week has sucked. the past week has been a total challenge to our relationship. hecklement, laughed at, and stupid comments from my mom. it tested my patience to the max. i, of course, lost this test. i’ve had to deal with this and the stress from my new job. i’m so tired. i’ll probably sleep until i have to go to work. i have to work mon, weds, sat, sun. with this job i’ll never be able to see you. i hope my troubles weren’t for nothing. i really didn’t want to go through all that shit and find out you’ve fucked around on me. well i’d never find out anyway, would i? you hide yourself well. i love you sara. i hope you behaved yourself. i don’t want my suffering to be in vein………” omgomgomgomgom i hate him “i wish i could have seen you today. i said that earlier to you and you laughed. i see nothing to laugh at. i missed you more than you think. i’ve had to pay for it too. with work i couldn’t leave so i had to deal with it. i know you didn’t miss me much. it showed when you came home. you’ve been home 2 days and you’ve called me once. i hope you didn’t nothing behind my back and your avoiding me. i’ve gone through too much, i almost beat the shit out of my mom over you. it had better been worth it. well i’d better sleep i must catch up on some sleep. ive been so tired. i can’t keep my thoughts together. again i hope this was worth it. remember i love you, you may not anymore. time will tell.”

super. well if anyone still didn’t believe me that i was in a horrible relationship i hope that’s proof enough. i think there are more notes…oh yeah, here’s one where he’s appologizing to me cuz he is such a horrible person. oh and there are more…nothing big. wtf i thought i got rid of them all when we broke up….. yet i can’t find the really 2 hilarious notes from angela and kristen that i knew i kept cuz they were so funny….super.

on a better note
– “our keep list” – i think it’s a list of people from high school we’d keep. now who exactly “we” is i’m not sure… most likely me, adrienne, angela and kim….maybe emily. not sure when this was done either, because i know some of these people i wouldn’t have on my list LOL. there’s only 63 of them.
– an old story about a family reunion i wrote
– dreams from january 1994
– 2 michael jackson jigsaw puzzles – who knew
– my ASVAB marker, from 11th grade, still works
– a little address book full of email addresses of people i don’t know anymore
– a bunch of rolls of coins….one from freshman year in college, that i must have toted back and forth to school with me for the past 4 years.

no more cleaning tonight. room is a disaster. no where to put the crates full of crap that i cleaned up. it looks no better. now i just have lots of empty shelves in my book cases, cuz i threw out all the decorative junk. and my desk is still a cluttered mess because i have no where to put my 4999 posters. so they sit here next to me….oh well