Junk

This is my first blog for 2011! (No, really, I'm excited)

During the past I haven't been very faithful and regular with my blog. I couldn't be bothered to go on the computer, I wanted to read, I'd already wrote everything in my diary, I couldn't think of what to type, so on, so on. For one reason or another, I never really liked or wanted to write in my blog. Last year, I did only one blog for the entire year! Kind of embarrassing really. However, this year, I have no choice as Mom is VERY serious about making it a weekly school check. So you will probably be hearing from me every week.

This weeks topic is about junk. Literally. I have managed to pick up an astounding amount of useless crap magpie-like throughout the year. Stuff I kept because I thought I would use it sometime or later. Stuff I did use and kept because it had minute sentimental value. Stuff like that. I have already thrown away what seems like a whole garbage cans worth of plastic things, paper, and other assorted garbage, and I haven't yet seen the size of my suitcase. Yikes!

A few things I have had particular trouble with throwing away are my school things. All those notebooks and folders and spare bits of paper represent a years worth of work. Not exactly a hard years worth of work but still. I was very nearly ready to keep it and throw away a few of my clothes so it would fit when common sense rudely intruded. When I looked at them again, I knew that if I stored them or even kept them with me, I would never really look at them again. Neither would anyone else. (sigh) So I kept a few things that were really important to me and handed the rest off to Mom to see if she needed or wanted anything. As of yet, she hasn't even glanced at it. ;)

My clothes I haven't even had the nerve to look through for fear of finding something in them. A rat perhaps. A spider den. Or perhaps an ant nest. Who knows. I have used my clothes very little this past year. I have practically lived in pajamas and my school uniform. That is another problem I have to deal with. My school uniform. What the heck am I going to do with it? Obviously I am going to keep that fabulous polar fleece. Mom suggests I sell my uniform on trade me, or perhaps sell it back to the school. Mmmm. I like the sound of getting money for my uniform. Ha!

Altogether however, throwing away my stuff myself is a lot better than having it stolen, which is what happened in the beginning of the year. Lookout room, I'm doing a major spring cleaning!