From the Time Capsule

This comes from my Junior year English III class. We were instructed to do an assignment titled 'Just for Today' and write about what we were going to do today, if there were no restrictions. Here's what I turned in.

Just for Today

Just for today I will be who I want me to be. I will dress as I wish, mismatched and comfortable, flip-flops and dress pants, green t-shirts and orange undershirts, with a blue polka dot tie as a belt. I will wear my hair as I wish, scrunched up and messy, twists and turns that beg for attention. Just for today I will speak my mind and say what I've bottled up inside all this time. I will tell you when you annoy me, interrupt me, and let you know that all this time I knew you were using me. I won't care what your response is because just for today, I can say what I want, because that's who I to be. When you say that I look stupid, I'll simply smile and turn away, because just for today, I'm who I want me to be.

I read it now and I know I was having some friend issues at the time with a "best friend" who I ended up having a major falling out with after high school. It's funny, I still wish to be that girl I wrote about just for one day. To speak up, speak out and not be a door mat, as my mom would say. I guess I haven't changed that much in 8 years.

Hey, It's a Time Capsule!

In the new hizzy, I have an office that needs to be organized so I can start making some money. Because of this, I'm going through all the things that I've been keeping for years and deciding what I really care about and what is just junk.

I've been toting this 'time capsule' around since my Sophomore year of high school. That's almost 10 years. I know I've added to it since then, but I thought it was time I actually went through it to see just what I was keeping.

Boy, am I glad I did!

I found my graduation cap, a lanyard from my trip to Disneyland when 9/11 happened, ticket stubs for movies and concerts all through high school, Valentine's Day cards from my silly guy friends, papers I had written for English classes and the assignments we had to have for our time capsule.

Inside this book, are the papers we had to write, including where we wanted to see the world in a few years, what life is like at 16, poems, a funny family story, interviews with family members and more.

How about this poem?
"Letters"
I'm not the math type, really I'm not.
Writing words is where I'm hot.
Confusing formulas, my letters flow,
it's easy come and easy go.
Sometimes the words are all I've got.

Deep, right?

These assignments were so awesome that they take me right back to where I was at the time I wrote them. I plan on sharing a few of them in the next couple days simply for my benefit.

Also inside this time capsule were a few of the birthday cards that were made for me in Creative Writing my senior year. Considering what I'm doing with my life now, reading this card I knew I had to post it so I can come back to it.

Front:
Happy Birthday Meghan!

Inside:
Once there was a girl
named Meggy G
who wanted to be
an interior design-y
She worked as hard as she could
and found it to be very good
when she ended up making
tons of money

Awesome, right? Thanks John for unknowingly giving me this inspiration so long ago.

Does anyone else keep stuff like this? I can't be the only one! I can't wait to share more of this stuff, really for my own entertainment ;)

Um, Who's Idea Was This???

(Daisy, too tired to get the towel off her head)

Who has a garage sale and moves in the same weekend? With a forecast guaranteeing rain?

I'm not going to point fingers (ahem, boyfriend) but I understand (kind of) why it happened that way. Considering the time of year, we are guaranteed rain any time. We had originally planned to have the garage sale the first weekend, then move the second weekend.

That didn't happen, naturally. Because of the rain, naturally.

Our weekend looked like this:

Thursday night - stayed up til 2 am finishing packing for moving and finishing stuff for the garage sale. The wind was INSANE that night, so we couldn't set everything up the night before, which lead to a 5 am wake-up call Friday morning.

Friday - up at 5 am, garage sale from 6 am to 3 pm. We had to quickly pack up the garage sale and get it in the garage because it was raining. CORRECTION: storming like it had never stormed before. We let the rain pass, took a 15 minute nap and then moved all the big items (bed, couch, fridge, washer, dryer) and just what we needed to get through the night. We stayed up 'til 11 trying to find things like sheets and towels.

Saturday - I don't even remember. Seriously. I know we woke up earlier than expected and MOVED stuff between thunderstorms and stayed up way later than we should have. Boyfriend played softball in the rain that night while I tried to find more things, like plates and cups.

Sunday - Woke up in time for church. Didn't go because we had to move MORE stuff. Boyfriend hurt his knee playing softball, which left me to load up 3 truck-fulls and 2 trailer loads of stuff from our basement. Basement meaning steps... up and down. Up and down. UP AND DOWN.

Monday - We finished cleaning the house, which thank goodness, the boyfriend had done almost all of while I was moving Sunday. Then started the new hizzy unpacking...

That's not even a weekend! That's over four days. Did I mention I started a new diet the Friday this weekend happened? More on the diet in another post, but funny story relating to it.

Friday when we finished the garage sale, neither of us had eaten all day. I'm only allowed lean meats and vegetables, which I didn't have NOR did I have any way to cook it if I had it. I was starving. The boyfriend hopped in the shower and asked me to order him a pizza. No big deal. Until I started thinking that I can't have pizza. I started to get angry.

Boyfriend exited shower and wearing boxers and a t-shirt, plops down in his chair. Cue doorbell ringing - the pizza was here. I look at the boyfriend and he says, "I can't get it, babe... I'm in my boxers."

I'm angrier.

I get his awesome-smelling-so-greasy-I-wanna-die-and-have-a-piece-of-that pizza and I go towards the kitchen. He stops me. He'd like to have the pizza, while sitting in his chair, right next to me, no-plate-k-thx-bye.

I'm really @&$#(()@*!(*@&$( angry.

He apologized, which was nice and luckily I was tired enough I just fell asleep for the 15 minutes it took him to eat. I didn't eat until almost 10 o'clock that night.

But I LOST 2.5 lbs between Friday and Saturday!!!

I felt it was a decent consolation prize for the pizza incident.


(God bless the iPhone and it's apps)