I spent the day moving

Nothing really happened.

Purge

This is the first time I've turned on my computer all day. From the moment I finished my breakfast until about 30 minutes ago, I've been working non-stop all sorting for the move, working on a group project at FGCU (where I saw Jessica in her Spongebob PJ glory), and then back to sorting. I threw out A LOT of stuff, and it felt good to do it. I was purging myself of the past so that I could embrace the new.

Old Wounds

I've actually had the time to work on packing up my room this evening. It's... uncomfortable. Not because I don't have enough room to work with, but because everything just brings up old memories. Everything is from a simpler time, before the summer of 2009, when everything fell apart. I tried on my class ring, and it's too small for me now. That's how I feel about a lot of my stuff: it doesn't fit anymore. That guy from before, he doesn't exist anymore. He was destroyed, and I'm what's left of him, plus some new things. I read through a journal entry I made the night my mom told me she was separating from my dad, and it was so passionate, and hurt. It reminded me that, behind the nostalgia goggles, high school was difficult, and our friends weren't always that great. It showed me the reality that I had idealized in comparison to what had laid in store for me.

I have a Harry Potter journal from ten years ago tucked away in a drawer. It's so old that it uses illustrations of scenes from the books, or artists' representations of items from the books, not even any pictures from the movies. My first entry was when I was ten, and behind the misspellings I saw how simple I was back then. I loved Jurassic Park, and that was the biggest thing to know about me. I didn't write in it again until I was 17, and it physically hurt to see just how soon it would be until this poor guy didn't exist anymore. Life was tough, but it was high school tough. He didn't know about actual life tough until the moment it would come at him and stab him in the heart.

I wrote a new entry, and, even though it ended optimistically, the process made me feel physically ill. I found pictures of my parents happy together, memories I had completely forgotten existed. There were old toys stashed away on purpose to keep my mom from telling me to sell or throw out, and they just reminded me of the hours I'd spend playing with them. There were too many memories.

Too many.

Yes, I have beaten you for all time. You shall never again arise from the ashes of your shame and humiliation.

I have finished my nightmare term paper for Research Methods. The thing that has robbed me of my sleep and joy is at an end. This time tomorrow, it will be sent in, and I shall finally be free of it.

In my short breaks today I watched a bit of Avatar: The Last Airbender, which is a terrific show. It's so good, that in a comments section I read with news about The Legend of Korra, there were only good things said about Avatar, calling it one of the best shows ever. In a comments section. Universal agreement. That says something.

That it is koala tea.

Jessica's face must be as red as my hair right now.

I don't know what happened to Saturday

It felt like a lot of stuff and nothing happened. Just one of those days.

Rugrats is on Netflix

I now remember why Rugrats was actually my favorite Nickelodeon show back in the 90's. I watched it so much that it must have literally blended in as a part of my childhood, so major memories aren't really existent with it. It's so cute, funny, and shockingly clever. Awesome.

We Have the House

I can't believe it. I'm ecstatic over this news. We have a house, and it's beautiful. Ahhhhh!!!