Out with the Old.

Today, I decided to finally cancel my Myspace account. I have been meaning to do this for a while, but have put off for various reasons:

-What if I miss it?
-I'll lose the pictures.
-Think of the memories!
-I should keep it, just in case.

And then it hit me. None of these reasons were good reasons for keeping it around. I took a look around, and it just reminded me of part of my life that I have moved past. It's been at least a year since I've even logged on. I couldn't remember my password. I've moved on.

So why am I still keeping it around?

I'll tell you why.

I have this terrible habit. It's called 'being a pack rat'.
HOWEVER.
There are pros and cons to this.

Pro: I remember everything!
Con: I only remember everything because I still have everything.
Pro: Things come in handy all the time.
Con: Sometimes I forget what I have.
Pro: I save some great stuff!
Con: I also save some garbage.
Pro: I have all my schoolwork saved since Kindergarten.
Con: I also have odd things like candy wrappers, ticket stubs, tags from clothes, and other things that I save because 'one day I might need it'.

This is the problem: ONE DAY I MIGHT NEED IT.

This little sentence, this tiny thought, keeps me holding onto various tidbits from my past that are really just piles of junk cluttering my space and mind. It's keeping me stuck in Memory Lane, and I think it's time to do some deep cleaning, beginning with the deletion of my Myspace.

It's such a liberating feeling, which is the complete opposite of what I was expecting. I thought I would be sad to see everything go, but I feel fantastic. This is the beginning of the end: the end of a pack rat.

But I won't be sad to see it all go.
I'll always have memories.
And in the end, that's what really matters. Not these material things that I keep saving, not the scraps of paper that I let pile up in the Abyss.

But my memories.
All the good times.
And the bad.
And the crazy.


I'll keep those forever.

I'm Baaaaaaaack...

Yes, the rumors are true. I am back online!

(Yay yay yay!!)



Sigh. It has been quite the ordeal trying to fix my computer. I shall recount the story.



Once upon a time, there was a very distressed eighteen year old....princess. She was more beautiful than any in the land. One day, the princess was wrapping Christmas presents while simultaneously Facebooking and listening to Ingrid Michaelson, when an object that had been perched on her bookshelf fell upon her. She looked up, and to her horror saw the bookshelf leaning dangerously towards her. Instinctually, the princess thrust out her arms and grabbed hold of the sides of the falling furniture. This was definitely not the smartest thing she'd ever done- all objects on the shelf slid off and cascaded down upon her. Glass jars, high school yearbooks, and other such nonsensical things broke into pieces on the floor. But this was not the worst part. You see, one of the yearbooks that had fallen had landed itself upon her open computer screen, cracking the LCD in two. Or four. Or many many pieces. The princess grabbed the laptop and held it to her, sobbing incontrollably. How would she survive princess college without it?? Luckily, her amazing friend and fellow princess Jenna Bradford was more than willing to help. She quickly logged onto her Mac product of choice and ordered a new screen, and installed it as well when it arrived. The princess rejoiced as she was reunited with her wonderful laptop, and the peasants celebrated throughout the land. The end.



True story. Double true, in fact.

Here's proof:

The Princess and her Laptop

I'm very excited to be able to blog again. I have missed it. Also, my posts will be much more frequent now, for those of you who just can't get enough of what's going on in my life...
Kidding. No one probably cares anyway. But I do. So...
Until next time, my children.