i am a pack rat. but i've been getting better. a few years ago i finally threw away some notes from high school. and not like class notes. i'm talking notes like the ones your friends would leave for you in your locker of pass to you in class. four years of them. WHY would i keep those? and i used to keep all the flowers i got whenever i did a show and all the one's eric used to give me which got to be a lot, so i had to get rid of them. it was getting ridiculous...i didn't have room for my shoes in my closet. but i found all my old yearbooks from junior high and grade school. it's so funny the stuff that people write....let's reminisce:

"a.s.s."
"k.i.t."
"g.l.w.t.g."
"l.y.l.a.s."

remember when so much meaning dwelled in whether you wrote "luv" or "love" or drew a heart? especially if it was to/from someone of the opposite sex. heehee. in grade school it used to be a contest to see who could get the most autographs. so silly. it is interesting though when people write really nice things in your yearbook when you didn't even think they noticed you ever. and then when you read those really long messages from your "best" friend(s) at the time who you don't really talk to anymore, but at one point in time you shared everything with. it's funny how fast time moves you through relationships.

i think i'm getting all nostalgic because 1) me, eric, ryan, and lorie were all looking through my family's old pictures last weekend and 2) because it feels like life is moving forward to the next stage very very quickly and i'm either a) trying to get it to slow down by revisiting the past or b) recalling how i got to where i am now and all the madness that i went through to get here. probably both. plus it's fun (and funny) to look at old stuff. so it's not such a bad thing that i'm a pack rat.