| | | | | | Saturday, September 16, 2006 |
night after night I try to make it all fit together
| | I found my hopechest today. I'm not really sure why my mother decided to get this chest for me, but I put everything I ever viewed as -valuable- (valuable in the time capsul way)_ in it. I openeed it, and -discovered- me tonight. I have all my corsages all my old makeup (dry eyeshadow in hideous colors I hope I never actualy wore outside, my glitter pots turned to hard gel) I found the postcards I saved. I A picture of a place I saw once, a group of tropical fish, an impressionist painting, a hotel I never visited, the cat version of Queen Victoria. Flowers from being "awarded" the tittle Flora Flowerchild (-some- people get "most most likely to suceed", I got the dirty hippie aware. And I was -most- ungrateful/ungracious about it).
Of all these things, these -artifacts- the most interesting are the letters. I have nearly every letter I ever received in junior high, I have the letter that Josh wrote me telling me he loved me, I have the only bit of correspondance I ever received from Patrick Walker, and other miscellaneous personal things.
It was nice and unnerving
If only I were tired, I have to be up at six thirty
posted by Amber at 1:12 AM
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2 comments
2 Comments:
Oh my...please don't tell me how much of a DORK I sounded like back then...seriously, I don't want to know...
but... I like you as a dork!
And mostly the notes are rambles on how much you hate class and random ass quotes that were on your mind (mixed in with some healthy doodles).
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