Diary of an up and coming sociopath

Everything here has it’s story. The monitor that’s been broken for so long I can’t remember if it was ever fixed, that I got for completing my Exams. GCSEs or A-Levels? I forget. I’d expect the latter, it can’t be 4 years old already. The Fopp bag I bought the Mars Volta album in on a lunch break when I was at AP 2 weeks ago today. The photo of us Nikki gave me when we came back home from Uni, of us at some family gathering mum dragged us to last summer. The coffee mug Nikki drank out of the other day. The Worms 2 CD I bought because I needed a legitimate copy to play against Dave after my pirated CD got broken. Happy Meal toys from over a year ago. Happy meal toys from less than a month ago. A printer cartridge for the old Lexmark that lasted, with no faults, for about 4 years, before just dying on us. The joypad Dad bought when he wanted to try the PC versions of Tomb Raider, that I stole after he didn’t use it for 6 months. The wallet mum bought me from spain about 10 years ago that I’m just hanging on to to see how much damage it can take before it stops performing the basic function of holding money and cards. A packet of Tesco value cookies that really aren’t worth the very small amount of money I paid for them. The copy of The Divine Comedy I bought last term and fought my way through. My chequebooks, used so frequently for eBay purchases over a year ago, but now rarely used except to pay bills. The Mint Crisp I bought yesterday, that I’m about to eat. My phone, which I’ve had for 2 years, I think, that I got because I ran out of money to pay credit on my first one and it got locked. The helf-empty 12-pack of Classic Cola that I’m hiding one can of proper Coke in, for emergencies, that Nan bought me because she thinks I like Classic Cola more than I do, but it’s easier just to accept it and drink the stuff than try and explain. Empty envelopes from people who bought my crap off ThriftstoreUK, one with Relly and Paul’s address scrawled on the back so I could remember where to send the CD. A pile of “Sonic: The Comic” issues that mum found and I wanted to sort through before she chucked them away, which I bought bi-weekly(?) for a good few years. The watch I went to buy with Pad before my GCSEs so I had a timepiece, that was too big and chunky to wear on your wrist, and has spent its time almost totally in my pocket, even more so now that the strap has broken. My ticket stub, to add to the collection. The box for Precision CD-Rs that I now keep my best albums and singles in when I want to transport them up and down between Oxford and Leamington. The Buffy mug I got at Easter. The CD-R pen I’ve used since we first got a CD-Writer. The first PC I ever built, with no prior experience, one Christmas Day (2000?). A jiffy bag one of my Hundredweight 7-Inches arrived in, from Canada after I spent ages trying to get one and ordered about 8 off the internet, 4 of which actually arrived. My 2nd Amendmant posters. Nikki’s. My You & Me posters. A Hail to the Thief promo slide puzzle I got, that Nikki deranged and I spent ages re-arranging again. The headphones I bought after I lost my other ones. The Star Trek talking alarm clock that woke me up for years, but which eventually fell prey to batteries that never got replaced. The chalice I made out of gold easter egg foil last time I was here, that ended up looking more like an eggcup. My comics, my DVDs, my T-shirts.

This is my life. Maybe I’m too sentimental. Maybe too materialistic. Maybe I just like making the simple things in life sounding really complex and pretentious ;-) Actually, I think spending so much time around my own crap just made me start thinking about its context in life. Luckily, because it is a mere 7 days until my Birthday, I will presumably soon have a lot more crap to think about ;-)