Cleaning

So I am basically purging. Purging if you could projectile vomit crap from your room, that is. Three bags of garbage, and two bags for Good Will later and I am still not done. I was able to get rid of my cheaply done and assembled end table for more room. Soon, soon I will paint. And everything will be new.

During my travels through nostalgia and confusion, I did uncover some interesting things...
1. At 9, I believed that if I practiced enough, I could develop "mind powers" and create things like invisible force fields. How do I know? I found an instructional guide to creating "walls" written by my younger self. Apparently, if you work hard, you can create a wall that looks like a "purpleish clear force field". I was so ahead of my time. To practice developing wall powers, it is recommended you get someone to throw erasers at you.

2. Someone was wise enough to write "Live Tomorrow" pretty much everywhere in the collection of 11-year-old stuff. I suppose this could be misconstrued as wisdom from my youth. It encourages you to keep living and whatnot, that life goes on. Really, I though that would be the name of my band.

3. Teeth. Why the fuck have I found THREE TEETH?

So with a few more days of labour, I will have a new room that is mine and to-the-point. On a serious note, this is probably inspired by the fact that I am getting old. We are heading into the last year of school, soon to move out. I think I am trying to burrow further into my childhood home. Oh well.

Woof.

I tell myself I am not a dog.
People seem to think that I am.
Sometimes I forgot I'm not.
Still not a dog.