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January 27, 2003
Boxes
My brother moved out on the weekend and I inherited his room. The room feels so much bigger now that this furniture is gone. He left the bed, but took his drawing table and bookshelf. In a desperate attempt to refurnish the room, I brought in all my old boxes from the garage and made a make-shift desk. Going though these old boxes I found a ton of semi-useless stuff:
- Old paystubs from my previous careers as a grocery store box boy, a drug store delivery man, and a burger flipper.
- A letter declaring me an Ontario Scholar. There was a time when I used to get good marks in school...
- Books, books and more books. I collected an obscene number of books in my adolescence, hoping that reading some of the 20th century's greatest works of literature would make me a cultured, intelligent person. Obviously it worked.
- Some truly awful photos of me from high school (what was I thinking with that hair?!) No, I will NOT be posting them here.
- A ton of bad teen-angst poetry.
Now I have to decide how much of this stuff to keep, what to throw out, and what to banish to the depths of Hell before my enemies get their hands on them.