I miss certain people that I probably shouldn't. They keep showing up in my dreams, as if haunting my psychi with thoughts that they hate me.
Have been reading LJ, but not responding overly much. I'm sorry.
I did go to my mothers and bring the remaider of the stuff over to my house that I had packed into my Jeep two years ago. I had thought I had lost SO much of it, but there it was. All my old handwritten journals. My old songwriting book that I used to take to band practice to jot down ideas. (it even has "The Ballad of Cheap Bastard" in it, folks!) All of my creative writing from high school.. hell I had SAVED that? Most of it is hideous, but it has helped to bolster my creativity again, I suppose. I even found stuff that I drew (yes, I used to draw a LOT before my carpal tunnel surgery when I was 17...) I found ALL of my bathroom stuff, some of it which is most likely not even good anymore. I found my highschool diploma. I found my Super Nintendo. I found weird stuff that I have NO idea why I saved the stuff, i.e. a bottle of Febreeze and several large bags of cotton balls. OOOoookay, I'm glad I took up precious space to bring THAT!
Anyhoo. Must get some stuff done before leaving for work. *sigh*