Rediscovering

One of the great things about tearing your apartment apart is finding stuff that you either had written off as lost or had forgotten altogether you possessed. I found a few (minor) gems in my rearrangement so far (I'd probably have found more if I would stop writing blog entries):

• A $5 Tully's gift card. I don't drink coffee, and I don't even know where a Tully's is, but still... $5.
• A book one of my coworkers wrote. I am torn between linking to it on Amazon and not linking, ensuring his anonymity. I'll ask him tomorrow and edit this post. I will say, while I haven't read it yet, I plan on reading it and THEN buying it. I just spaced that I had it. He's actually an inspiration to complete the book that I've started outlining myself.
• I also found a pair of notes that a chick wrote... hmm... three years ago. The two post-it notes were stuck together and tucked in between some Xbox 360 games, and the first one reads:
  and the second one...
  
  The funny thing is that the place we were going back to wasn't even my current place. I am a packrat. Those notes brought back memories of the second-craziest chick I ever hung out with more than once. Good times.
  
• A caricature of me from my graduation party (high school; I didn't really have parties for my later three graduations). My adam's apple and nose both stick way out. I guess that was before my cheeks and jowls won the battle for my face.
• Speaking of graduations, a partially-crumpled letter from Seattle U, congratulating me on achieving my MBA. I wonder if I should think of the letter as a bigger deal than I do. Hmm... 
• A card from Victoria's Secret that's good for a "Free Panty VS Undies" (a $7.50 value) plus $10 off a bra. I don't recall where I got this, and it expires June 14, but I can't force myself to throw it away. Between that and the Tully's gift card, I might be able to start giving out prizes at the door during prefunks.
• A candle holder from Hula Hula. Why do I have it? Because Patrón stole it when she was visiting Seattle last year (at about this time, now that I think about it), and throwing it away seems like a waste.
• Why can't I throw stuff away? Because I find stuff like the recharger cord for my electric razor. The electric razor I think I threw away two weeks ago. Oops.

What other treasures lurk in the remaining mess that is my apartment currently? We will see.