And so it begins...

After having dinner with Mason last night, I decided that now was the time to delve into the many, many boxes that had arrived from my mother's house. No time like the present, right?

I cracked open a bottle of red wine -- Chris came over to watch Angel and I started pouring through the boxes.

A lot of them were books/clothes/stuffed animals (no thanks to reene) so they were easy to put away. And I must say, that my bookshelf looks quite hearty and happy, full of my well-read and tattered copies of the books I loved in my youth. Fountainhead, Virgin Suicides, Youth in Revolt. Hurrah.

Unfortunately, there were also some boxes of... not so clear stuff. Like my Trunk O' Junk. You THOUGHT I had a lot of junk in my trunk... but really, I have more than you could even imagine!!

...literally.


I have this trunk that probably in 1995 I filled with things that I didn't want to throw away. Letters, funny notes written to and from me in various classes with friends, postcards, photographs .... so I saved them... ALL.

Now, I am stuck with the task of weeding through this colassal mound of crap and figuring out what, in fact, IS trash and what is precious treasure. And, knowing my pack rat instincts, can you guess what category most stuff is falling under?

I have found absolutely priceless and hilarious photos which I intend to scan for petridish. PeachyBex, I shall defeat your top pic count stat from your webcam whoredom.

Anyway, after getting semi-drunk and sending Chris home, I grabbed one of my first diaries and crawled into bed.

There are things you write about at the time which seem so inconsequential -- or that seem like things that you could never forget, so why bother to write them down?

But the thing is... time passes, and you do forget ... I found my journal that I had when I was first dating my first real boyfriend -- John Young. He was my first kiss... my first love ... my first heartache. But a lot of the details had sort of hazed over during the passage of time.

I had been so detailed (and SUCH a dork -- I actually used the term "suck face" :;cringe::) and now, I read back, and the memories all come flooding back to me.

I actually transcribed this journal and started on another last night -- my intention is to get them up onto livejournal, and have my whole life in one place. For my memoirs of course ;)

I ended up staying up til nearly 2 am re-reading my past. It was amazing how reading it in my own hand made the words seem so tangible -- and the feelings so real. I got all giddy when I was writing about the night John and I met, which, basically, was one half nervous flirting and one half teenage makeout fest.

So wow -- tonight Moti and Eddie are coming over and I plan to go through more stuff while they're there. I only wish there was a quicker way to scan all these photos without having to.. you know.. actually scan them. Ugh.

Perhaps I'll come in some weekend and do it. They deserve to be preserved!!