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A couple of nights ago, returning to my parents home, I went searching for my passport in my room. In my memory, it had never left my room after I returned from the reading week trip last year. And I was right - after a few minutes of forcing my memory to work hard, I found it! And lots of other treasures too!

I am a big hoarder. I keep all momentos, notes, letters, cards, tourist tickets, movie stubs, event wrist bands...and school assignments that I am proud of. Seems like I had a lot of them in elementary school.

I am so glad I've kept some of these things. I used to write a lot of poems when I was an angry pre-teen. Now that I read some of them, they are absolutely shocking because a) they are so sad b) very well written for a 12 or 13-year-old c) made me who I am today. And then there are journal entries that make me so embarassed because of how I love Justin Beiber I sound. (for me it was I love BSB and The Moffatts)

A "scanned" series will be started because I want to share some of these old memories. It's quite personal, but that's one of my goals for this year - to let others know more about me.

I believe this was written in grade 1 or 2. For a period of time, I was obsessed with drawing picture frames.

I find myself always looking for guys that look like him. Something about his averageness that makes him more than average. I always glance twice at a pair of 511s passing by when they resemble what he looks like in them.

And in that moment, I realized it's not about the parties that you go to, or the boys you pass by at these parties...it's about the best friends you've had since 3rd grade, that are willing to just lie in bed with you, gently forcing you to compose a list of how to better communicate between the gentleman friend and yourself.

It is also in the time that the 4 of us were lying all over each other in a queen size bed that I realized we were no longer in the world of right and wrongs, black and whites...of definite answers and absolutism. And that we now are old(er) ladies that enjoy lounging around instead of a day at the meat market, aka clubs.

Relationships are difficult now. It isn't high school dating anymore and the big city owes you nothing. Left, right and centre, friends are getting engaged. The newest couple have just moved in together. The high school sweethearts have just broken up. You...are somewhere inbetween.

Thoughts of "the one" are surfacing and as hypocritically as everyone can, we reassure each other that as long as you're happy, it's all fine and dandy.

Everyone needs a queen sized bed.

boy: This guy's gonna buy her drinks all night and she's still gonna insist there's no spark.

girl: Maybe there's not. You need a spark.

boy: Oh the spark thing is bullshit.

girl: Really?

boy: Bullshit.

girl: Enlighten me.

boy: Guys invented the spark so they could not call and treat you kinda badly and keep you guessing and they can convince you that that anxiety and fear that just develops naturally was actually just a spark. And you guys all buy it! Love it! Eat it up! You love it because you feed off that drama. You all love that drama.

girl: I don't.