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girlofprey) wrote2006-06-25 09:48 pm
girlofprey) wrote2006-06-25 09:48 pm
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Tidying up is hard to do
My current mood is that I have too much stuff. Especially books. I put them all down the side of the bed, to keep them out of the way, and now I just can't get down there at all. Drawing the curtains is suddenly a feat of gymnastics. I think I may need more than one new bookcase. And I don't have anywhere to put them.
Thankfully a lot of the Stuff is gone though, after a big clearout. Or at least it would be if dad wasn't applying his CAN WE SELL ANYTHING? politics. And my mother wasn't going 'oh, that's nice' to everything half-decent, and trying to keep it. I have tried explaining that I'm giving it to a Charity Shop, where it can do more good than sitting in my room taking up space. But no luck. Anyway. If they want anything, they can keep it or sell it. I choose to be free like the bird.
Went through my old CDs last night, and relived the emo. I copied anything vaguely decent/hilarious to my computer and sent them off. Tonight I found my copy of the 'Escape from Horrorland' game. Which frustratingly will install and play on Christian, but the graphics are all fucked up. Rargh. It remembered my old crush on Madison Storm, Horrorland's insane (young) genius founder with the terrible childhood. Happy days. I'm getting the usual feeling that by clearing out my stuff I'm somehow OBLITERATING MY PAST, and it will psychologically come back on me with a vengeance one day. But on the other hand, I can open my wardrobe doors now. So, having weighed it up, I'm going with the charity shops.
Thankfully a lot of the Stuff is gone though, after a big clearout. Or at least it would be if dad wasn't applying his CAN WE SELL ANYTHING? politics. And my mother wasn't going 'oh, that's nice' to everything half-decent, and trying to keep it. I have tried explaining that I'm giving it to a Charity Shop, where it can do more good than sitting in my room taking up space. But no luck. Anyway. If they want anything, they can keep it or sell it. I choose to be free like the bird.
Went through my old CDs last night, and relived the emo. I copied anything vaguely decent/hilarious to my computer and sent them off. Tonight I found my copy of the 'Escape from Horrorland' game. Which frustratingly will install and play on Christian, but the graphics are all fucked up. Rargh. It remembered my old crush on Madison Storm, Horrorland's insane (young) genius founder with the terrible childhood. Happy days. I'm getting the usual feeling that by clearing out my stuff I'm somehow OBLITERATING MY PAST, and it will psychologically come back on me with a vengeance one day. But on the other hand, I can open my wardrobe doors now. So, having weighed it up, I'm going with the charity shops.