Moving Boxes

Less than 2 weeks until graduation! I'm freaking out.

The plans for the big move and coming together. Yesterday i was forced to sort through my clothes and make a pile for what to keep and what to donate. This was not an easy task. I'm a proponent of sharing. I do the share test for all of my friends and potential crushes. It's not particularly scientific but i do think it is a huge judge of character. If someone offers me half of something, or a little bit of something then i see potential in their friendship.

I mean i never thought the whole "learning how to share in Kindergarten" would come in handy, but a handful of years later and i am still share.

However there are some people who are so picky over there stuff that you could be sitting there, stomach growling, while said person is chomping on chips or something. Without offering you ANYTHING. This has happened before, and this person usually ends up being a a**hole (probably because of bias).

I give the test every once in a while, especially if we are out to eat. I'm a food sharer, and i value friends who are food sharers too (there is a difference however in plain old moochers who take sharing and borrowing to a different level). In June i spent more time eating out than i would like to admit. I did the share test with my co-workers, just because i hung out with them most of the day.Almost everyone was willing to share something, except for Katherine. I'm not saying this proves anything, but it does give me test some validity

Though i value sharing, i do have a small problem giving clothes away. I'm attached to clothing, they are my comfort items.There is this commercial with a little boy who wears this beanie all day. At school, at home, when he's playing, even when he's sleeping. It was a stupid washer and dryer commercial but by the end of it i was like "I WAS THAT KID". I'm like Linus from peanuts, except i don't carry around a blue blanket. I did have a blue jacket as a kid though, that i wore every where.

I don't even care how worn it is, i just like having comfort clothes. I have this stupid green army jacket that i bought in high school. It's vintage!!! The thing does not fit it. It's a couple of sizes too big, really long for my height, and i think there is a blood stain on the right pocket. Regardless of the blood splatter (which if tested could probably solve some crime) I love the jacket.

However, after trying it on again this past week and realizing it was bigger than ever on me, it had to go in the donate pile. Do you hear that sound? It's my heart breaking. I always complain about my lack of clothes, but there was a crap load of stuff i packed yesterday. I have a ridiculous amount of books( and dvd's), some which i may never read (or watch) and some that i read over and over again. Any Jane Austen Book is staying, but the movie about Jane Austen is coming.

It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia and Dead Like Me is a must have, but i may leave 007 with Daniel Craig. My mom loves that movie and watches it all the time. It couldn't live with myself if I tore it away from her. I may throw in the Borne Trilogy because she's a fan of Matt Damon too.

Packing up is weird. You forget why you bought this or that, you try endlessly to hold on to something you want but don't need, and your taping up your whole life in a box. A Box. Right now if someone was to rummage through the boxes I've taped, i don't even know what they would think about me. There is just a miscellaneous amount of books (of all genres), movies (of all genres), tons of hats and cardigans. Along with a collection of old GQ magazines and records.

I've got a lot more to pack, but i'm going to hold off on that for the moment. I've been sitting at a blank screen with this whole the radio internship and it's due in less than 2 months. I'm trying to figure out how to approach this. It's different from writing an everyday resume and cover letter. I want to write something that highlights my strengths (as a worker) but that also says "hey i'm a creative type too". Now, i just have to figure out how to do that, while also standing out from the loads of people applying.

But first...breakfast.