I GOT MY CAR BACK!!!!

Oh, how glorious it is to be back amongst the rest of the civilized world.
Yes, it's true, my dear old dad finally got my baby back on the road. I don't know what to do with myself. Should I go get groceries, since I'm finally able to take my time and properly wander the aisles, filling my cart with all kinds of stuff I don't need? Or should I wait just to see what kind of mood strikes me? Eh, I think I'll taker 'er to the car wash before anything else.

Ok, before you begin to think I have a serious crush on my car, I'll move on.

I went home (as in, parents=home) to pick up my car, and sort through all the crap packed into my old room. My folks are moving this weekend, after living in the same house for the passed 23 years! So, I had the task (which I put off the last three times I went home for the weekend) of claiming what I wanted saved and what I wanted pitched. I don't know how many of you have moved after such a long period of time... but if you can even claim half of that period of time, I'm sure you can sympathize. The shit I uncovered in my old room was unbelievable. Some of it was useful (my high school diploma, title to my car), most of it not (work schedule for a job I left over 5 years ago), and a lot was nostalgic (welcome letter from OSU Admissions Office, high school yearbooks).
But the most interesting find of all... a whole shoebox chock full of old notes and letters from my friends in high school, even as far back as junior high. My cleaning spree was halted for about an hour as I dug through the old correspondence. I briefly entertained the idea of saving them all and transferring them to the new house, but I decided against it (to the great relief, I'm sure, of at least one of my readers).
As fun as it was to revisit the high school years, I didn't really have any problem with letting them go. The one really cool thing that came out of my find is that, after reading through all of the old letters and considering what I know now... I can safely say that there isn't much that I'd do differently. I don't think I can really explain just what I mean, so I guess you'll just have to take that however you want.
On a different note... Every year for the passed 3 years, I've hung from my door a plastic jack-o-lantern full of candy and a Happy Halloween sign (the closest I can get to passing out goodies to trick-or-treaters). Well, this year I had a feeling that my poor little jack-o-lantern was gonna get ripped off... and it did. Don't ask me how, but I just knew that when I got back on Sunday, some douche bag would have already swiped all the goodies... and I'm still bitter! I hope the bastard got explosive diarrhea from all the sugar!