Back in seventh grade, I remember reading the ttyl series that I was simply a series of instant messages between three friends that discussed problems, their sex lives, and everything else a teenager talk about. In one of these books, two of the characters were talking to the third about the fun they had jumping on the bed and seeing how many sticky notes they can stick to the wall. Through this book I got a crazy idea: why don’t I cover an entire wall in stick notes? It was a hard task, yet possible and a few hours later I had headed over to Target to buy two packs of five pads in each.
I’ve had this wall up ever since that three to five hour work day three years ago and with my need for an inspiration board, I felt that it was about time I moved on.
Seven feet by seven and a half feet filled to the edge with multi-coloured sticky notes that had notes of my own and notes from my friends assorted throughout. I sure had a lot of memories written on that wall, but I can make new memories with my new board with my new friends.
This was back when I was obsessed with Jeydon Wale and creating characters. Donni came over and wrote after I posted a Myspace status saying this as I straightened my hair. And the time I was obsessed with All Time Low, Blood on the Dance Floor and My Chemical Romance. And then there are the photos from my old friend, . It’s actually kind of strange looking at this now since it was written in eighth grade, I believe. It was back when Shannon, the girl who wrote this, and I were good friends. That pathetic period of time when I liked Owl City… And I fangirled over Twilight. Well, this is the final mess I had. All of my hard work done so many years ago in a pile of rubbish that was soon to be thrown away. Just a discarded pile of brights an pastels, written upon and left blank. My entire half-ass job replaced with a new, fresh wall to be done better.
Here is said wall:
Once again, seven feet by seven and a half feet of poster board. Even more work than last time because I’m more critical of placement majority of the push pins were worthy of a hammer to bang them into their sockets. Oh look! It’s my baby instagram photo! (Well, it’s a baby compared to the others in comparison of size).