Top 3 Thursday

What are the Top 3 things you should have thrown away... like, yesterday?

I have realized that for some time now I have been obsolete in the blogging world. I am starting to feel like an outsider! Soooo I have found some people who have fun stuff to write about! I'm linking up and meeting new blog crazy friends! This Thursday you can have an exclusive, sneek peek into my "pack-rat" lifestyle.. even though I think calling myself a "pack-rat" is an over statement... I'm gonna run with it.

I'm gonna start off by saying.. I used to keep EVERYTHING. Then, when pIah and I moved to St. Louis, I got rid of a lot... making room for a new beginning (that and we lived in an apartment the size of a walk in closet for three months and there was no way all of our stuff would have fit. I didn't really have a choice). Then, we broke up and he managed to keep some of my things. Buut that's a whole story in and of itself. But my point is.. I don't have a whole lot of stuff that I need to get rid of.. I did it already.

However, there are always a few things I could rid myself of. Make my load a little lighter. None of these things are very much fun... like an old vibrator (gross), something that would be worth a few million buckaroos or a memoir from junior high (which I have and have NO intention of ridding myself of). BUT, there are a few things I could live without..

1. My Backstreet Boys cds. I mean... really. I was OBSESSED when I was.... 12? I think it's time. Buuut I guess I listen to them every now and then, when I need a cheesy pick me up and Nick Carter telling me alllll about bein a good girl and finding a bad boy... Now that I think about it, I blame them for my past relationship issues and why I was always choosing ass holes. Thanks a lot, Backstreet Boys!! jeeze. Like annnny of you know anything about being a "bad boy"... you were in a boy band, that doesn't exactly spell "bad" (even tho, its pretty close, but that's beside the point). You convinced me that I needed a "bad boy" I went and found.. oo a few.. and look where I am now. Tainted. ugh.

You're still fun to sing to... I still remember some of the corny dances my friends and I came up with at slumber parties. Back when a broken heart was the only bad thing that could happen. And when I say a broken heart.. you could acquire one in two ways.. 1. Your boyfriend holding another girls hand or 2. the guy you really really like telling you you're ugly. THAT was pure torture. We also refused to kiss boys. I mean, hell, they still had cooties and who kissed boys?!?! that was gross. We didn't even kiss our MOMS goodbye anymore. please. talk. to. the. hand.

So, Backstreet Boys.. I feel obligated to donate you to a cd store so a depressed, mis-understood, hormonal 12 year old can stumble across you and you can ruin their life too!!

2. My old track cleats. I LOVED them. I also liked track. I remember making my mom going and buying the best distance cleats she could find. They were my school colors (black, white and red) and everything!! I loved being able to put in my own spikes, take them out, replace them.. they were small and fitting and I felt like I was walking on water. The first day I wore them, I beat my pr by 15 seconds. I mean... they were MAGIC. so of course I had to keep them (I also have a pair of knee pads from volleyball that could go) as a memoir from the good 'ol days. Now they stink.. they are torn and well worn. I'll consider it.

3. My "favorite" pair of jeans. I got them when I was in 8th grade. I was the first person in my high school to wear holey jeans (such a trend-setter).. Well, they ripped so much that they still fit. But... they ripped so much.. I can't wear them anymore. They look ridiculous. I was still wearing them my Sophomore year in college as my party pants (mostly because they had a hole in the ass, and I thought that was cool/sexy. who was I kidding?!) and I fell (I'm sure I was sober) ripping my jeans all the way up the ass. BUT, I haven't been able to throw them away. They did last seven years tho. So I mean, the $95 my ex boyfriend paid for them.. was well worth it.

I guess that's all I can think of.

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Today is a dreary day. I hate it. Rain and I are not friends. I thought the saying went APRIL showers bring May flowers. So technically, it should not be raining right now. Doesn't the weather know it's still March?

Kentucky also plays tonight. In Syracuse.. 40 minutes away from where I live in NY. WHAT a coincidence! GO CATS!

I just had an AWESOME pb&j for lunch.

only one cup of coffee. and one cigarette. all day. I have decided to at least cut down on smoking. My mom quit and has been getting on me about quitting myself. I told my dad that last night.. he told me to tell my mom "kiss my ass, I'll quit when I'm ready"... thanks, dad. He's so supportive.

Friday is tomorrow. If you're not excited about it, you should be.

xoxox