I've taken the recent move as an opportunity to finally clean out the trunk of my car, a chore that has been a long time coming. My car is finally free of law school textbooks, which have now either been thrown away (the stupid paperback study guides) or arranged handsomely on a shelf in my new bedroom. I also found the rope and duct tape implicated in this post from four and a half years ago, the Iliad book on tape that I used to listen to while driving between Los Angeles and San Francisco during my first year of law school, an ocarina from John and Julie's wedding, a Eurail map from my honeymoon, a half-empty bottle of motor oil, a mostly-empty bottle of windshield wiper fluid, and the recorder from my third-grade music class. I'm pretty sure this last item is officially my oldest material possession, or at least the thing that I've owned for the longest time.
And finally, I came across a pocket notepad from my junior year of college, this time frame having been determined based on the fact that most of the notes contained therein pertain to my poorly-executed duties as EIC of the Heuristic Squelch and slightly better-executed duties as chair of the SQUELCH! Party. Apparently in this capacity I once went to 7-Eleven and got somebody a Dr. Pepper fountain drink, sized one below Big Gulp, and a king-sized Snickers bar.
In addition to these notes, there are some truly cryptic things which I will likely never understand. For example, at the bottom of a page listing the ballot numbers of the SQUELCH! candidates, I inexplicably wrote "Don't answer phone on Tuesday" and underlined it three times. I don't know what that's about. On the very next page, there's this:
Again, I have no idea what this is supposed to be other than a female stick figure spray painting a wall on March 9, 1999. I don't know why I created this.
Finally, there are these two quotations, both on the same page:
"You're too thin. Have you ever seen a fat person with AIDS? Hell no."
"Beware of Greeks! Greeks bearing gifts! But he didn't bring me any pizza."
I'm almost positive that the latter quote is something I heard Preacher Eddie say and immediately wrote down for obvious reasons. The former quote is most likely not a Preacher Eddie quote, though I likely overheard it at some point close in time to when I heard the Preacher Eddie quote.
For the record, I'm pretty sure that getting fat is not an effective means of protection against AIDS.