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Room cleaning
Dec. 29th, 2005 07:32 pmAaah. I hate cleaning my room. It's so emotionally exhausting. It takes a lot of will to throw some things out, like old drawings and stuff. I keep a lot of drawings though, if they're well done. I just have nowhere to put all the freakin' stuff. *sigh*
My periods came back too, like they always do. They go away for a day or two, then come back with bad cramps. Then they go again.
All the clothes I have to sort out, all the shit I have to throw out, and the worst?
The written fics. The pages of hand-written fic (of the Snitch, of this and that) that I just don't have the heart to ditch, but I know that I probably should since it's up on the net and on about two of my hard-drives and stuff. I should just throw it out, but I *can't*. Gah! I'm such a head-case, I am seriously in need of a brain-reading or something.
And old clothes I had fun in as a teenager? Shit like that? *whimper* God. Why, why do I need touchstones? Why do I have to get attached to things? Why do I have such a BAD memory to need touchstones in the first place?! I have my ticket collection (movies I've seen that I loved, like X-Men and Lord of the Rings and Spider-man and stuff), card props from Rocky Horror, my pin the arrow in the Boromir drawing, my Harry Potter gear, my Xena gear, my X-Men toys, my Lord of the Rings toys, my Xena toys, my various miscellanious action figures, my copious amounts of junk jewelry that I all LOVE, my pages and pages of concept drawings for BirdMartian... it never ends!!
The worst thing is that I'm getting so tired and my guts are hurting. I don't want to stop but I'm getting seriously weary.
I guess I better get back to it, I suppose. *sigh*
My periods came back too, like they always do. They go away for a day or two, then come back with bad cramps. Then they go again.
All the clothes I have to sort out, all the shit I have to throw out, and the worst?
The written fics. The pages of hand-written fic (of the Snitch, of this and that) that I just don't have the heart to ditch, but I know that I probably should since it's up on the net and on about two of my hard-drives and stuff. I should just throw it out, but I *can't*. Gah! I'm such a head-case, I am seriously in need of a brain-reading or something.
And old clothes I had fun in as a teenager? Shit like that? *whimper* God. Why, why do I need touchstones? Why do I have to get attached to things? Why do I have such a BAD memory to need touchstones in the first place?! I have my ticket collection (movies I've seen that I loved, like X-Men and Lord of the Rings and Spider-man and stuff), card props from Rocky Horror, my pin the arrow in the Boromir drawing, my Harry Potter gear, my Xena gear, my X-Men toys, my Lord of the Rings toys, my Xena toys, my various miscellanious action figures, my copious amounts of junk jewelry that I all LOVE, my pages and pages of concept drawings for BirdMartian... it never ends!!
The worst thing is that I'm getting so tired and my guts are hurting. I don't want to stop but I'm getting seriously weary.
I guess I better get back to it, I suppose. *sigh*
