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korafoxLast weekend my parents brought what (we think) is the last of my stuff they were holding on to. I swear I'm still missing some books, including a collection of Doré's illustrations of the Divine Comedy that I really want to have back, dammit. However, there were stacks upon stacks of old notebooks and sketchbooks that I've been going through. I'm very glad for having a big recycle bin, because most of it wasn't worth keeping.
I also did not realize how much Sailor Moon fanart I produced in middle school. Reams upon reams of it. Hundreds if not thousands of pictures. Almost all of which was utter crap and went directly in the bin. I have very little in the way of nostalgic sentiment for that sort of thing, so unless something had good creative ideas, away it went. There is a very distinct sort of satisfaction that comes of tidying up and clearing out one's possessions, at least for me.
There were also some things in my school notebooks that make me glad no teachers ever read them, and that I mostly got through school by the time Columbine overreaction got into full swing. It wasn't anything too horrible, but these days I'm pretty sure that kind of blowing off steam about bullies is the sort of thing that ends with twelve year olds in handcuffs.
I also did not realize how much Sailor Moon fanart I produced in middle school. Reams upon reams of it. Hundreds if not thousands of pictures. Almost all of which was utter crap and went directly in the bin. I have very little in the way of nostalgic sentiment for that sort of thing, so unless something had good creative ideas, away it went. There is a very distinct sort of satisfaction that comes of tidying up and clearing out one's possessions, at least for me.
There were also some things in my school notebooks that make me glad no teachers ever read them, and that I mostly got through school by the time Columbine overreaction got into full swing. It wasn't anything too horrible, but these days I'm pretty sure that kind of blowing off steam about bullies is the sort of thing that ends with twelve year olds in handcuffs.
