Abandon hope all ye who enter here

hey everyone. been running through my Mindsay settings, attempting to get them to reflect the new me, which is just the old me that's been modified through two odd years of life. As i look over my horribly messy room, certain things pop out at me, my first hot plate from when i moved into my first apartment, my Curran hat; that was given to me thinking incorrectly it was mine only to find out that it was linked to a construction company that i've never heard of, my lil green photo album containing pics of the last semi-formal i ever went to. a picture of the band when we were in Vancouver, my batleth; the first blade in my collection, my shirt from the Grade 6 VIP program that still fits me; half the names have been rubbed off from years of use but are mostly legible. as i look over it all, memories come flooding back, it's the same way with blogs for me, i re-read what i've once sat and typed. Memories, thoughts, dreams come back to me, some good, some not so good, but they are still as important as the day they were created, for with no past, you can have no future.  since my line of thought has just run out of steam, i end it here.