incidentally, britney spears looks freaking adorable with her head shaved. will you all just leave her the fuck alone please.
that is all.
okay, i’ve collected SOME boxes. and by some i mean enough that everyone says ‘wow that’s a lot of boxes’ and i know damm well it’s MAYBE a quarter of what i need.
i know this because last time i moved i had ‘enough’ boxes THREE times before i really had ‘enough’.
these boxes? will maybe (MAYBE) hold my book collection [they’re wine boxes and perfectly sized for books]. cause yeah, i am in love with books and refuse to give them up for anything.
even the bad books that i would never lend to anyone that i care about… even those.
i just can’t give them up.
i keep thinking that if i just cull the ones i wouldn’t want my kids to read (my imaginary and non-existent and likely never appearing kids but nonetheless) that i could clear a large pile of space on my bookshelves.
like those terrible books i could hardly finish (lord of the rings anyone??) or those awesome books that are so much like studying i can’t finish them (green mars anyone?) or the most boring and repetitive book of all time, zen and the art of motorcycle maintenance (fine you liked it, go you, i have two copies, want one??) or or or
i can’t do it. i know that there’s a pack rat mentality at work, i know this whenever i look around my apartment at all the old papers i haven’t sorted or put away.
i see it in the old tape collection that i can’t bear to part with and the old notes on networking from when i was still a computer nerd. not to mention old textbooks and t-shirts from swim meets when i was nine.
don’t get me wrong, i’m not hopeless, i finally tossed my HIGH SCHOOL notes a few years ago and i did in fact recently toss the old geek stuff. heck i gave away my uber-nerdy books to people who might need them because really i need a copy of ‘unix system administration’ like you need a hole in the head.
note the theme. i can GIVE stuff away no problem but tossing it? gosh how can i bear it? [and yet can i give books i consider terrible to charity? can i?]
how can you?
goodwill and planet aid and people with aids basically save the packrats life. no they really do. it’s a lot easier to part with old things if you know they’ll go somewhere useful.
i’m quite grateful to my tendency to move across the country because it means that i have a lot less stuff… it also doesn’t hurt that i’ve been basically poverty stricken for the last fifteen years (okay there was like two years there where i wasn’t) and thus i haven’t aquired much crap.
i have a ton of shit.
i have a ton of shit packed into an apartment the size of most people’s living rooms and i don’t have enough boxes.
i, by an order of magnitude, do not have enough packing devices. i have a source for them on the weekend and that will get me about halfway but i need to find those great boxes that are bigger than the ones i have. the ones you can put actual stuff in.
large things and bulky things and just generally things that don’t fit in the wine boxes. and these i am not having much luck with.
not to mention?
i FUCKING HATE packing!
ask my parents. hell when i moved to vancouver i packed the NIGHT BEFORE!
my poor parents were left with the detritus of that one and let me tell you they did not appreciate it. i’m better as an adult when there’s no one to help me or pick up after me but still, i am the great staller.
i can stall and stall and stall… you would not believe some of the things i’ve come up with to avoid packing. well you might, you’re reading one of them…