packrat.

so here i an at my parents house. my home for the next 3 months. im sitting in my dads beloved chair that I know I will have to get out of the second he walks through the door. his sanctuary (aka the office) is now decorated with shoes, purses, and pictures of flowers. i have never felt so girlie in my life and i know he is going to regret letting me live here the moment he walks in! also, when and how did i accumulate so much junk?? i have boxes and boxes of useless things that i know i shouldnt throw away but i have no idea what to do with. example: a broadway frame i got in NY with a picture of adam and me. i dont want to throw that away yet i dont want to display it either! the answer? put it on a shelf in the closet. maybe in 6 months when im moving this stuff out ill have the guts to toss it. not today... example two: the box my really nice bible came in. now normal people would throw it away but i dont want to. even as i typing this i feel lame for holding onto it. the answer? give it to char to make something nice.

ya know what im excited about? having a glass of wine with my mom every night while we play oh pshaw. that will be nice. i know i will get sick of this house and my family but i hope to grow closer to my parents and grandparents. besides, there is always a tent in the backyard i can live in! :)

my tuition dollars at work.

what i have found while not paying attention to in class...



how true indeed....