i keep all the things from my past in boxes.....
it's funny how many times i've gone through them during the years and thrown more stuff out. everytime i go to organize them, i do a huge dump of things i don't deem important enough to keep anymore. sometimes i'll look at something and shake my head thinking, "why the hell did i keep this?!?!?!"
mostly, my boxes are filled with pictures. tons and tons of pictures.
like when i was at cal state fullerton with my roomies and we would go to disneyland all.the.time. see, even then i was never without my camera. i took pics of everything. just ask my old roommates.
and old pictures of blake from when he was just a mini blake
i love my boxes from the past. they are a part of who i am today. it's always fun to go through them and see things that you have completely fogotten about and haven't thought about in years. for example.. apparently i liked to keep the notes that boys wrote me. (which doesn't really surprise me)
but um, note to all you boys/guys out there..
girls keep EVERYTHING.
just in case you were wondering. that note you wrote her in high school a billion years ago?
she probably still has it.
and then i always find my pen pal letters.
yes, i had pen pals. it's all my best friend ali's fault (she started it). but the only letters i kept are the ones from my pen pal who died, annie. her mom and i wrote to eachother for a little bit after. she sent me some of her things and she also sent me all the letters i had written. so that's what those are- both of our letters to eachother. it was terribly sad at the time (not that it still isn't). i'm thankful for the letters. and grateful.
then i come across things like this -
and i remember that me and my roomies camped out in line overnight to go to president nixon's viewing and that we were all over the news and the newspapers that night and the next morning. i remember that the guy who took this picture of me and meli took about 4 rolls of pictures of us. like a freaking photoshoot. (you know i loved it) but that pic in that paper? it's freaking HUGE.
i laugh when i find my high school yearbooks and read the stupid shit that everyone writes to eachother. and i find some sort of sick comfort in knowing that if i wanted to find or talk to almost anyone from high school, all i have to do is go on facebook (except for john dalton, i swear that kid graduated from high school and disappeared- wtf!?!?)
my boxes hold the keys to my past in journal form. all my dream journals and my regular journals live in there.
i can't really look through and read them though cause they are ridiculously embarassing. i'm not sure why they haven't made it into the trash bin yet. probably because they aren't that old really. but it's hard to go back and read the things i wrote. i read everything and think "you're such an idiot" all the time.
all i know is that i'm a sentimental fuck. i remember people i met for an hour in an airport. or the most adorable couple ever on a garden tour one summer in new orleans. or the old man i had jury duty with who had no wife or kids of his own and i wanted him to adopt me so he could have family. sometimes i feel like i remember people who would never remember me in return. and i wonder if i'm the only one? or if i'm like that cause i'm a girl? or if i'm like that because i feel things so deeply?? or if lots of people remember the people they've met in passing...
i feel like i remember almost everyone i've ever encountered. and i sort of love that. i have loved my life so far. i love everything i have gotten to experience... everyone i've met... everywhere i've been... everything that has helped shape me into the person i am today. i'm thankful and appreciative. but that's just kind of how i am.
so... let's talk about your past. what have you kept and where? or have you thrown everything out.. and if so, why?