I am suppposed to be cleaning out a set of drawers that I haven't looked through in over a year. I am the farthest thing from organized. The drawers are mostly of things that I have collected for some reason through the years. Some of the stuff I am really curious as to why I even have. Each drawer(except for the bottom which contains art supplies) is an eclectic mixture of scraps of paper, old greeting cards, folded notes, pages torn from magazines, photos, drawings and papers I've written. I can throw out nearly nothing. I have to unfold every creased note and try to remember those times in highschool. It's funny how much you forget. I found a note addressed to Yarnball. I had forgotten that was my nickname from Laurel whose nickname was couch. Both these terms came from psychology, LONG STORY! I haven't talked to Laurel for two years and the last time we made empty promises to get together but we never did. I stuck that phone number somewhere, probably in one of the drawers but I knew even as I wrote it down that I'd never call. Why do we let friendships slip away? Things will never be the same and I kind of think that I'd rather leave our friendship as a memory than ruining it with a new akward get together. I'd like to remember Laurel and the great time we had at Junior prom when she did my hair and put on so much more makeup on me than I normally wore.I'd like to remember all the laughs we had at the strange teaching habits of Mr. Schrank our psych teacher who used to give out happy meal toys for the highest test score. Or the way she made me a whole list of phonetically spelt spanish phrases to help me when I went to the Dominican Republic.Time changes so much no matter how much we tell ourselves it won't.