eighties clothes. are. the. shiz.

so, i'm pretty much done moving... woot! tis very exciting. its taken long enough, but i'm excited to move so its all good. oh, and btdub, moving sucks.

anyways, when me and my mom were going through some stuff in the basement, we came across a box of her old clothes from the 80's. i thought they were way cool, so i asked if i could have them, and she said sure. it was about three in the morning, and i decided to play dress up in them and make outfits out of them. its was fun. but, as she was handing me them, and showing them to me, all the tank tops, socks, shorts, shirts, blouses, etc. she would say something about them. each one brought back a memory for her, of being on the beach with her grandpa, or in the car with her boyfriend, or at a club with her best friend. there's a story woven into the fabric of each of them. of where she used to live, who she used to talk to, when she was however old she was at that time. its crazy how many memories can be stored in a place, or a ring, or a certain pair of shoes, or a toy, or a hat.

just going through all this stuff, maybe stuff you don't remember until you see it makes you realize that you really do have a lot of history to you, even if you are only fourteen. memories, after a time can seem to fade, dissipate, or sometimes even disappear. many things can trigger memories. scents. colors. tastes. images.

i wonder what it was like to live in the eighties... or the seventies... or the sixties... how different things might seem to us, from our point of view. how if we went back to those times, versus our parents going back to those times, we would probably be pretty lost. our parents would just be remembering.

i think its crazy how one person can have such a profound impact on others lives. we never know who could be watching, or listening. maybe someone could be having a hard time in life, and they overhear a conversation between you and your friend, and you say something profound/uplifting. the person that overheard you then decides, at that point that he/she needs to turn their life around. and they end up doing just that.

well, this has been more of a random sort of blog, but oh wells :P
good night everyone, sleep tight etc.