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Thursday, 11 August 2011 01:28 pmToday, I decided, I would find everything I need to pack to take to Disneyland with me, and make a list of anything that I needed, so that I could go out tonight or tomorrow and get them.
Somehow, packing turned into cleaning, and now my bed is a complete wreck. On the plus side, I can get to my window now. ♥
Seriously, though, I've found all kinds of ridiculous stuff: a ton of books, a copy of the Goblet of Fire DVD (apparently we have two), a book a vaguely remember buying but don't remember reading (The Devil's Eye by Jack McDevitt), and clothes. Lots and lots of clothes.
And a red Sharpie.
(The red Sharpie is like a brick joke - back when I was drawing on my yearbook, the first thing I thought of was a metroid, so I drew a metroid. I needed a red Sharpie to draw the nuclei inside it, but - to my horror - there was not a red Sharpie to be found in my box of Sharpies. I looked there, I looked in the drawers where all my random pens end up, I looked in my brother's random stuff drawer, I looked everywhere; but I didn't find one. Eventually I went through my aunt's stuff until I found one of hers. Still, I was quite angry that I didn't have a red Sharpie.)
I also found a ton of old drawings and stuff that I'm not sure if I scanned or not; I plan on doing that later. However, I have not found the bag I was looking for, or the single piece of paper from my senior year that I absolutely needed to keep - which is, I think, what started the whole cleaning spree in the first place, because I was trying to find it.
Of course, I never find what I'm looking for when I'm actually looking for it, so I don't see why I expected this to be any different.
Somehow, packing turned into cleaning, and now my bed is a complete wreck. On the plus side, I can get to my window now. ♥
Seriously, though, I've found all kinds of ridiculous stuff: a ton of books, a copy of the Goblet of Fire DVD (apparently we have two), a book a vaguely remember buying but don't remember reading (The Devil's Eye by Jack McDevitt), and clothes. Lots and lots of clothes.
And a red Sharpie.
(The red Sharpie is like a brick joke - back when I was drawing on my yearbook, the first thing I thought of was a metroid, so I drew a metroid. I needed a red Sharpie to draw the nuclei inside it, but - to my horror - there was not a red Sharpie to be found in my box of Sharpies. I looked there, I looked in the drawers where all my random pens end up, I looked in my brother's random stuff drawer, I looked everywhere; but I didn't find one. Eventually I went through my aunt's stuff until I found one of hers. Still, I was quite angry that I didn't have a red Sharpie.)
I also found a ton of old drawings and stuff that I'm not sure if I scanned or not; I plan on doing that later. However, I have not found the bag I was looking for, or the single piece of paper from my senior year that I absolutely needed to keep - which is, I think, what started the whole cleaning spree in the first place, because I was trying to find it.
Of course, I never find what I'm looking for when I'm actually looking for it, so I don't see why I expected this to be any different.