Moving and clutter...
I sit here working and I have decided to take a minute and empty out some thoughts that I have.
Yesterday I returned to Provo for the upcoming school year. As I moved things out of my brother's basement and into my living space for the year I determined that I would remove some of the clutter that I so naturally accumulate. So I spent a lot of time last night going through notes and pages of homework to determine if I should keep it or toss it. I have a big stack of papers to throw out now, but I came across a few things that I am undecided what I should do with them.
I took a creative writing class a year ago, and mind you I have felt that most of the crap I produced in that class was a load of BS to say the least. There was nothing that sparked my interest (although the short story section did a bit). So I was scavenging through such paper work trying to eliminate clutter and separate things out into "useless garbage" and to "recyclable stuff". I would never label myself as a truly "eco-friendly" individual, but I hate throwing out stuff that could be recycled. In going through the papers from the creative class I came across a couple of items of some worth one might say.
There was this girl that I thought was cute, but due to my ineptitude I never got the guts up to ask her out. Alas, I came a across her old number/email address and I was thinking about emailing her, but then my gutless self wouldnt know where to begin
Then I came across the story that I worked hard on and felt that I did well on. So I started to save all of the drafts and revisions and corrections I made on it. I must be a pack rat of the worst variety cause I ended up saving a lot of what I did in that class cause it had some connection to the short story.
Then I started going through other papers from other classes. I sat there debating the worth of keeping old homework assignments from Math classes. I was about to make a list of why I should keep them, and then I was hit over the head so to speak with reality and they immediately fell into the recycle pile.
Now I have less stuff cluttering my life, although the two stacks are still in my room. I feel like I have done some thing over the last two evenings. Now I just need to rid the room of the two piles of stuff.
All other things aside, thus far the week hasnt been too bad. I have been able to move in, get "organized" and prepare for the fall. I did decide in an executive manner that my 5 class 15 hour load was going to increase to 6 classes and 17 hours this fall. It is all in plans to get out of here as fast as I can. I am getting the cabin fever syndrome with being in school.
And thus we see the downfall of man...