ME?? Pack Rat??

After years of knowing this, I have finally realized it (without entering our basement). For the past month I have been contemplating cleaning my room and last week finally started the process. This turned into a major project when I started to clean out my draws and then, ultimately my closet. Although the term “cleaned out” should probably be replaced with “emptying out the closet into the rest of my room and/or basement.”
In doing this I woke up my Furby…“me toe dye,” it said over and over and over. Among other interesting items I found a broken New Years Eve Hat (might need that one day), two copies of the Tarzan soundtrack (double the Phil Collins action), an empty water bottle I got on the Warner Brothers lot in Los Angeles (four years ago I may add), a filled water bottle from Delta Airlines (unknown date), three chocolate Easter bunnies from two years ago, an empty M&M’s container, at least 100 old recorded VHS tapes (all unlabeled of course), and Napoleon Dynamite…unopened and still in its Christmas gift bag with tissue paper.
Still, I don’t think I’m a pack rat…although the candles from my 12th birthday that were labeled in the closet may say otherwise. I guess it’s up to opinion. I’m trying to get better and cure my illness; I threw out a bag of batteries, a ripped gift bag and the broken New Year’s Eve hat. My mom came in later and took my garbage bag, throwing out the WB water bottle, to which I quickly said, “NO,” and put it back in the closet. Baby steps.