Packing Sucks

Me, before starting school: "Yeah, I'd better take these undergrad textbooks with me, I might need a few of them"

Actual number of times I opened one of my old textbooks: 3.

I also think I might just go ahead and throw out all my old cd-rs. I know, I know "you never know when you might need a collection of every verion of Redhat and Mandrake Linux from RH4.2 onwards". Especially when you only have a laptop with strange exotic hardware that most of those old distros won't even recognize.

More things to get rid of:

• My collection of event-related T-Shirts I'd be too embarrassed I went to now to ever wear them.
• My back-issues of Guitar World Magazine, because you never know when you need to get the second bridge to "Crazy Train" just right, or find out what George Lynch (of Dokken fame) is up to these days.
• My baking ingredients. # of times I actually used baking powder: 1.
  
• My rolled-up, un-hung posters that looked good in a residence room but, christ, I'm 25, time to ditch the Titan: AE movie poster.
• My un-mated socks that I haven't thrown out yet. The presence of white sports socks with the red strip at the top indicates that some of these have a grade 8-era vintage.
• 60 metres of Cat-5 ethernet cable, 10 metres of phone cable. Note: still much longer than my current Wireless range.
• 25 metres of speaker wire. I will never live in any house big enough to need even a third of that.
• The styrofoam packing braces for my monitor. Might as well put my blankets to use instead.
• The bag of rice I thought I was getting such a good deal on by buying in bulk.
• I already did get rid of my couch, back to the street corner from whence it was grabbed. Gone in 20 minutes. And the circle of life continues.

Sweet Jesus I hate moving. I haven't had to do it in 2 years, which, after going through the co-op program in undergrad and moving every 4 months, is quite a change. But it means I actually accumulated stuff. God damnit. If I ever become a radical minimalist it will be out of sheer laziness and dislike of moving crap around and keeping track of it rather than some higher moral calling.