Katrin.

during a mother-mandated purging of my childhood closet:

1. A slammin’ cranberry velvet dress from the 90s..
2. 20 concert tickets to local hardcore shows with headlining acts like: SubZero, Throwdown, The Red Chord, As I Lay Dying, et al.
3. Countless cards proclaiming endless love from an ex-boyfriend (that I still won’t throw out).
4. Countless MySpace-style photos with said ex-boyfriend where we are either kissing or looking super hardcore or a combination of the two. Kept those, too.
5. A wooden turtle and a wooden elephant, thought to be long gone, purchased on a museum trip on the birthday of a certain Tumblr follower. I believe one was named Guillermo?
6. A “Kiss me, I’m straightedge” pin
7. A student film I was in called “Slice”.
8. About a dozen DVR tapes from 2001.
9. Pictures from Halloween at 12th Street in 2004.
10. A picture of me and Tim Mahoney, guitarist for 311.

And that was only two boxes.

A super nerdy contest is held yearly asking folks to come up with the worst possible opening sentence for a novel that they can muster. The results are often quite funny. One of my personal favorites is below. Can you guess why?

Joanne watched her fellow passengers - a wizened man reading about alchemy; an oversized bearded man-child; a haunted, bespectacled young man with a scar; and a gaggle of private school children who chatted ceaselessly about Latin and flying around the hockey pitch and the two-faced teacher who they thought was a witch - there was a story here, she decided.

Thoughts rolling about in my noggin pertaining to possible birthday celebrations for myself:

• 1990s Nickelodeon-themed party
• Trip to Montreal