Lately I have felt the urge to purge my room of all things that I do not need anymore in a desperate attempt to ease my anxiety about...everything.
Tonight, unable to sleep, I tackled a very interesting corner of my room. It is situated in a corner between a disorderly bin of my past art work and a refrigerator. This corner contained 3 boxes of memorabilia from my childhood. The makings of a scrap book... before the book. This was YEARS of untouched, accumulated junk that has been sitting in that corner since we moved to this house in 2006. Tonight I took upon the task of organizing it:
Here are some of the things that I found:
1. Concert tickets: from the Backstreet Boys to Nine Inch Nails (to name a select few)
2. Old riding ribbons from my first and only horse show. (I was good)
3. Diaries, which I wont go into detail about because they are like most young girl thoughts: ridiculously innocent and vapid.
4. Old cologne from my Dad. Not the greatest thing to remember. I also found some sad notes from him and my mom.
5. A cool Cheerios container (which I will now be using to carry my Cheerios)
6. Newspaper clippings from 9/11 (bizarre to look at now) I think I had some idea of doing a big collage piece with all the cut out articles, but very much like myself 8 years later, I never finished the project.
7. A portrait I drew of Blink 182 with the word "fuck" drawn in fire behind them.
8. An entire box full of magazines. Don't ask me why I thought they were worth saving.
9. Pocahontas trading cards.
Overall, I would say that looking back all those years was not so much fun as it was incredibly depressing. So much has changed that I never would have thought I would end up where I am today. Never the less, I will be scrap booking all that shit very soon, along with a whole crap load of photos that I still have to go through. (And when I say scrap booking, I really mean filing away all that paper into some folder. There will be no cut out graduation hats or stars anywhere.)