I don't want to be a hoarder

Last night and late morning I was cleaning up my room (as I was watching Singles, I love that movie.) and I realized that I've kept a bunch of crap. Now, I'm talking stuff that is from middle school and even grade school. Keeping this stuff isn't bad, but I kept some of the most random stuff like a report I wrote about Stigmata. Why? - honestly I have not a clue.

Half of this stuff I didn't even know I still had, like the paper along with some other things. However, I knew I had Valentines from grade school from people who probably don't even remember me, Christmas cards from those same people, and Holy Communion cards from family I haven't seen since I was in the 2nd grade when I received my First Holy Communion. So most of those I threw away. It's not like I was attached the them. I used to think I was, now I realize that they're pointless and I don't want to drag them to college with me.

This all made me question, why do people keep the stuff they keep? These things aren't going to get you anywhere in life, so why do you need them? I understand it's nice to have a note that a friend passed you in Spanish class, but does it really mean that much to you? I think people hold on to things so they can hold on to the memories. The memory isn't that little piece of paper, the memory is the experience.

There's so many things that I remember from grade school that I didn't keep. Some of my favorite memories are just that memories, not a picture or a piece of crumbled up paper. Like just today I remembered how me and my best friend in grade school and middle school used to play with our lip glosses.

Sigh, but for some reason I feel bad for throwing some of the stuff away. But then I think most of the stuff was in my memory box that I haven't opened since my family and I moved to Northampton nearly five years ago. So why should I feel bad. Life will go on as always. Ha, just with less stuff.

My mind is blocked.

I've been blogging lately, mostly to myself, I don't really know why. I guess I just realized that I really missed if after all these years. Anyway, I have writer's block right now. I've been writing like crazy the past fews days but now, nothing. It's not like I don't have ideas, I have plenty of them, it's just I don't know how to word everything that's in my mind.

For the past few years I've been writing this, I suppose you can say novel. Writing draft after draft, I have about five of them (well I'm 'working' on the fifth one) now, I realize after all these years I don't want to write that story anymore. I'm not the best writer when it comes to novels but I think I do have something, I don't know if I want to say talent, when it comes to writing screenplays. Well I would hope I have a talent for it considering that's what I want to do with my life, write film scripts.

I don't get what the point of this blog is. I guess I just wanted to write something. Something not worthwhile but it's still something.

There Is A Light That Never Goes Out

There Is A Light That Never Goes Out by none other than The Smiths is currently my favorite song, that depresses me. For those who have heard the song will understand why.

Sigh, lately writing and baking (and cooking) have been the only things that have kept me going.

I hate being depressing, but there is a light that never goes out. *insert whistling noises.*

And again, I'm beginning to sound like a broken record, but I wish people blogged more. Or at least used their bloggers. Come on people tell people everything you're up to.

One book down

As I said in my last blog I want to read a lot over this spring and summer season (I'm not just going to read classics, I want to read more modern stuff too I've realized) so, so far I've finished one book on my list of things to read, Alice in Wonderland/Through the Looking Glass. Yes, I think I might be one of the very few people in the world who read it and didn't become madly in love with it. It didn't thrill me. In fact I found it to be very boring at times. So go ahead yell if you want.

Sigh, but now I do not know what is next. Oscar Wilde? A play or a novel? - well Wilde only ever wrote one novel. Or maybe some Jane Austen? Or maybe something weird along the lines of Palaniuk? - no, I read Survivor and it sucked. I'm giving up on Chuck for now. Diary, Lullaby, and now Survivor? I've read 6 of his books, liked 3 out of the 6 so half and half. I've been reading Haunted off and on and I'm loving it so I'm not completely done with him. He is my favorite author after all.

A trip to the library might do the trick.

"I am so clever that sometimes I don't understand a single word of what I am saying."

All right the only reason I'm blogging this is so I don't forget.

This spring/summer I'm going to read classic literature and watch classic movies. I'm going to promise myself to read a book a week. All right maybe every two weeks. Gotta give myself some time here.

Why do I want to do this? - you might ask. Well I found the site goodreads (which by the way is pretty addicting) and it made me realize just how many books I want to read in life. I look at the books I've read and it doesn't seem like enough.

Why watch movies? - well I'm going to film school in two years (well hoping I get into a good one) and I feel as though I haven't seen many of the groundbreaking, classic films. I've seen plenty of movies but I don't want to go to school and have someone ask "Have you seen Gone With the Wind?" And I say, "Well no." I want to be able to answer "Yes, I've seen it. And read it too."

And of course I want to be more social this summer. Even though I want to read and watch films I cannot become a recluse.

Oscar Wilde is my favorite person to quote. Hence this blog's title.

Blogging Fever.

I have the blogging fever. I just needed to write this down because well my mother will then think I'm working on school work. By the way I'm almost done. My senior year was really very easy.

18 years old sounds old to me. Possibly because I fail to believe that I'm 18. 18 is an adult, an adult and I still feel like a child. I don't drive, barely have any friends, have never had a boyfriend, heck never even been on a date. Do people even go on dates anymore? I would love to go on a 50's style date. Go out with a guy eat some cheeseburgers at a diner as we sip on our cherry cokes. Sounds boss.

My last paragraph got a little personal (well besides the whole 50's thingie), I'm not a very personal person. I don't like talking about myself. Yep, that's why I got a blog. That makes so much sense. Ugh, I'm making fun of myself.

UPS! Oh poop, I don't think it's for me. I want to marry a Fed Ex Man. I honestly did not know Fed Ex stood for Federal Express. I thought it was just a name. The things you learn in life.

I wish I was a profound writer. You know, people would read your thoughts and actually take something out of them.

Why are there so many crazy people in Northampton? The one guy looks like Morgan Freeman, which kind of makes me love him. Actually he doesn't look like him at all. Well, yes, first glance maybe.

I wish to get back into photography. That was something that I was actually pretty good at. However, a piece I need for my camera broke so I have to wait until the new piece I order comes. I cannot wait any longer. Hopefully my camera still works.

I'm done for now. So much for my profound, inspiring thoughts.