A Trip Down Memory Lane

I decided to be a good daughter, and go over to my Mom's to clear my stuff out of her basement. Okay, I went to pack up my stuff and just put it in a different part of her basement...

The basement used to be my bedroom, so I'm talking about things from when I was young!

Okay, and part of college. So I moved back in a couple times. Times are rough when you need to spend a good majority of your income on alcohol. Don't judge me.

Some things I found:

Millions of shotglasses from all over the United States and Europe. I knew the right kind of souvenirs to buy even when I was in high school.

A potpourri-crockpot looking thingy. You put potpourri in it with some water and it heats up to make the room smell delicious. It never worked well. Also, when I opened it up I found some potpourri from the time of the dinosaurs. That one went into the trash bag no questions asked.

A pink rod-thing that they used to pass off in high school track races. I don't know what it's called. I think it's a baton. A friend of mine stole it from one of our track meets and gave it to me. That kind of thing was sweet then. Ah hell, you could probably still win my heart over by stealing something for me.

About eight hundred old phone chargers. You know the first style cell-phones that were bigger than your head? I think some of these chargers might have belonged to a phone like that. I put them in a pile to take to the antiques store. (Okay, I didn't...)

Beany Babies!! (Are these still worth money? Cause my ass is poor.)

A Gameboy. You need to know that it is, in fact, the very first Gameboy they came out with. And it still works. For those of you who are younger, this is not the sleek black one that has a colored screen. This baby is the size of a text-book and has a green screen. The background shows up in a darker green. I don't care if you make fun of me. I'm keeping this thing forever.

Clothes, clothes, clothes, and clothes. Then...I found some more clothes. We're not even getting into this one.

Claires jewelry. Oh, and those fake Mardi Gras-esque beads they give out at school functions. I don't know where I got so many of either of these. I think my mom may have opened up a Claires in the basement and not told me about it. She just stuck the extra retail in my vanity table.

This has gone on long enough.

Pretty much today consisted of me putting my shit into random piles. It now looks more organized, but I think I will wait a few more years before forcing myself to actually part with any of it.