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Saturday, June 04, 2005

When I was in 4th-6th grade, I loved reading Babysitter's Club books. I owned more than 100 them. (Many with the "original" covers. They changed the style of the covers.) Then, sometime in 7th or 8th grade, I sold them all at a garage sale for $25.00 - more than 100 books for only $25.00. And I have never forgiven myself. I loved those books! I want them back!

Ever since then, I've been really bad at throwing things away. I never know when I'm going to want something again.

So now, I'm trying to clean my room, and in my closet I have two boxes full of video-tapes. These video tapes consist of the first two seasons of Charmed. I currently hate Charmed, and don't know what I was thinking when I insisted on taping the entire first two seasons. I haven't watched the tapes in four or five years. If I ever really want to watch an old episode of Charmed (though I don't anticipate that happening), I could just rent the first season DVDs.

I can throw away my boxes of tapes. I can do it. I will not regret it later.

Posted by Serene Chaos at 12:46:00 PM °°°

Friday, June 03, 2005

The first movie to have ever made me cry real tears at a movie theater:
The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants.

What does that say about me?

Posted by Serene Chaos at 11:16:00 PM °°°

School's Finished. It's summer. Summer, so far, is boring to the point of actual boredom. (As opposed to the point of relaxation.)

I was babysitting the other day. As the parents were leaving, the mother said:
"The kids can watch a DVD, but I want then in bed by 8:30. If the DVD isn't over until 8:45, they can finish it. But get them to bed early."

Then, the mother went out to the car. The dad was still in the house. He said, to the 8-year-old:
"You don't have to listen to Mom. You can watch as much TV as you want, and you can stay up late."

That's just...wrong.

Posted by Serene Chaos at 10:24:00 AM °°°