So with all of my belongings out of storage (ie - Brad's) I now officially have ten times more than what I came here with, and about four hundred times more than what I need. I haven't seen this crap for 9, 10 months, and suddenly, I really think that I need THAT particular t-shirt? (blender, sweater, martini glasses, bar of soap?) I went in with such a great mindset, the good 'ol "Don't look in the box, you haven't used it for months, chuck it"... and caved immediately at the sight of an old pair of Mag boots that I've had since grade 9. I'm a sentimental fool. Those boots always have, and always will, pinch my leg fat.
I actually ended up being far more effective than I thought I would be, and all the stuff we piled around the dumpster was almost immediately taken. There are going to be some well dressed bums out there. I tossed 4 hefty bags of pants, shirts and things I'll probably be looking for in a week. But now my dorm is full to that "do you think these walls are bulging?" point, and I did two super loads of laundry last night in an attempt to be one of those people who neatly fold their extra clothes and put them in well labeled boxes with nice satchels of lavender. Instead I've got a box of thigh high cashmere socks and a bathsuit that I don't think I actually bought mixed with what I believe are kitchen implements. (That's what they sound like when I shake the box, but it could be magic markers or Lego).
My mum is here this weekend (Friday/ Saturday) and then heads to the coast, then home. Hopefully when she sees that not only am I settled, but that I also have washed my sheets already, she might relax a little. We won't tell her about the sock/breadknife/build a space station box. Then it'll just be me and my bro here (that's what they say, these young kids, 'bro'. I'm trying it on for size, and feel like a ganster. Or is that gansta?) to fend off over abundances of beer at the beer tent.
On my way to grab a coffee, then to one more class before the weekend. Take care everyone, enjoy your weekend.
I actually ended up being far more effective than I thought I would be, and all the stuff we piled around the dumpster was almost immediately taken. There are going to be some well dressed bums out there. I tossed 4 hefty bags of pants, shirts and things I'll probably be looking for in a week. But now my dorm is full to that "do you think these walls are bulging?" point, and I did two super loads of laundry last night in an attempt to be one of those people who neatly fold their extra clothes and put them in well labeled boxes with nice satchels of lavender. Instead I've got a box of thigh high cashmere socks and a bathsuit that I don't think I actually bought mixed with what I believe are kitchen implements. (That's what they sound like when I shake the box, but it could be magic markers or Lego).
My mum is here this weekend (Friday/ Saturday) and then heads to the coast, then home. Hopefully when she sees that not only am I settled, but that I also have washed my sheets already, she might relax a little. We won't tell her about the sock/breadknife/build a space station box. Then it'll just be me and my bro here (that's what they say, these young kids, 'bro'. I'm trying it on for size, and feel like a ganster. Or is that gansta?) to fend off over abundances of beer at the beer tent.
On my way to grab a coffee, then to one more class before the weekend. Take care everyone, enjoy your weekend.
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