Over the past few weekends I’ve been working on purging some of the belongings I’ve been moving around for years. You already know I’m so sentimental and that I’ve gotten rid of boat loads of t-shirts slowly but surely.
Fortunately, I’ve been doing a fair amount purging before this move, which made things about 867,945 pounds lighter and probably saved us an extra car trip or 3. (If you really care to check back on all my junk purging, read the “so sentimental” post and click through the links.)
Anyhow. I’m going even deeper into therapist levels of purging these days. Sadly I can’t say I have let go of my middle school mix tapes yet (don’t have a tape player so I can listen then purge). But I have tossed an embarrassing stack of middle and high school notes.
Because I love you let’s check out a few gems from my purge pile.
If my memory serves me correctly Jonathan and I were “a couple” for about 3 days in 8th grade. I really liked him, but things just didn’t work out (another friend of ours called me, possibly on 3 way call, to let me know he wanted to “go with” someone else). This is also probably the most upfront with a guy I’ve ever been.
Most of the high school notes referenced boy troubles. This particular note was about a guy who like a friend. Somehow we developed a joke about him dancing in a leopard print speedo. And then that joke naturally transitioned into a joke about him dancing or popping out of a cake for my birthday.
I also got rid of an embarrassing amount of band paraphernalia. I graduated from high school more than 10 years ago, and still had notebooks from drum major try outs, marching sets, region band tryout music tapes, a clarinet lyre and flip book.
Because it helps me fret less about throwing out these items that were once significant to me, I took pictures of a lot of stuff. Including EVEN MORE t-shirts (I know you’re probably asking how is that even possible!) And because I love you I’ll be sharing some favorite finds and possibly even some embarrassing things with you.
Andrea Unplugged 
Hey! I wish I still had old high school notes, I’m sure reading through them would be hilarious.
Anyway, I just wanted to say that I played the clarinet in band too!
The notes were hilarious, but in a pretty embarrassing way.
Yay for a fellow clarinet player!
“I don’t want to go with you bc I would rather be friends. Is that okay?” lol! You are still exactly the same person! I can just hear you saying that.
Where are the Warrior dash pictures? I will not even comment on who came in first because those whom do not run can not hate. No BS congrats way to go I heard the Houston course was harder.
Pictures coming as soon as I have them. I forgot to get a copy from mom and dad before I left.