and now that I am back for a week before I go to Jew camp (as I like to call it)(because Jews know how to party)(not being sarcastic, I swear) and my life is as follows:
. going to dance class (which is the most fun - theater people are the best ;P)
. reading the Illiad (summer reading for school...I think I'll go die now)
. cleaning out my room
The challenge:
yes, this is what I am currently sorting through; this is how I'm dividing it:
the "wtf? was I insane when I bought this?" pile
the "crazy shit I would never ever wear but am keeping anyway" pile
the "old lady clothing from my aunt who seems to think that we have the same taste in clothes so I'll keep this stuff to spare her feelings" pile
the "must keep this for sentimental reasons" pile
the "keep simply because it is cute" pile
the "toss because it is ugly and makes me look like I was dressed by a drunk toddler" pile
which basically covers about everything in my closet...
the title at the top is from Seussical btw. which I was actually in, in 5th grade. I was a wickersham brother and the three of us had afros and leather pants.
