Still feel like crap. So enjoy this subpar post of mostly inside jokes!

Believe it or not, drinking, watching Dynasty and being awkward aren't the only things that I'm good at. (Although I am extremely good at all three.) I'm also incredibly crafty. And I don't mean that in the devious, cunning kind of way. (Although, let's not lie; I'm that too.) I mean that in a I-can-arts-and-crafts-your-fucking-face-off kind of way. Yeah. I said it. Bold statement. AND I'M STANDING BY IT. Need a book bound? ON IT. Invitations designed? DID 'EM ALREADY. Adorable holiday cards made? EMBOSSED AND ALREADY IN THE MAIL. Something crocheted? I KNOW AN SINGLE STITCH, SO I HOPE YOU LIKE SCARVES.

Working where I'm working again has really reignited my love of DIY and crafting. I have like 5,000 projects lined up that I want to do and at the top of that list is making a graduation present for old Ex Co-Blogger Eddie. Unfortunately before I could do that, I had to find all of my design/art/craft supplies packed away from college somewhere in my parent's basement; a task I tackled yesterday. I thought I had like, one meager shopping bag with a few supplies in it, but holy jumping Jehoshaphat—I found an extra large packing box labeled "Meg's Arts & Crafts Supplies" FILLED with supplies yesterday and fucking creamed my pants. (Vom. I'm so sorry.)

The box contained the following: (Absolutely nobody is going to appreciate this except maybe Ex Co-Blogger Eddie, who's a crafty bitch and worked at said establishment in college as well, so...you're welcome!)

- 10 packs of assorted 8.5 x 11 papers, cover and text
- Heating tool
- 4 different kinds of embossing powders
- 2 different width hole punches
- MY ROUNDED CORNER PUNCH
- two roles of brand new Incredi-tape (!)
- endless amounts of book board, book cloth, text blocks, needles, awls and screwposts
- an entire tub of unused PVA
- a 5" Xyron machine with 2 refills
- stack of assorted decorative 12 x 12 paper
- baby envelope template
- collection of envelope liner templates ranging from 4bar to #10
- 1 pack of X-Acto blade replacements
- 10 yards of 2" double satin curry ribbon
- self-healing cutting mat
- 2 rulers
- 1 T-square (the T-square I've had since freshman year! BAHHH OLD FRIEND!)
- 2 unopened glue sticks
- 1 pack of photo corners
- 2 pairs of really nice Tonic scissors
- 2 boxes of 11 x 17 cover weight matte Epson printer paper
- 1 box of 11 x 17 cover weight glossy Epson printer paper
- 1 pack of origami paper
- 1 pack of portfolio sleeves
- 4 easel backs
- 1 pot of India ink
- 1 fountain pen with 7 different nibs
- 4 mounting boards
- 1 Bristol board pad
- Rotary cutter
- Utility knife
- ALL of my negatives from any photo I took in college, ever
- old CONTACT SHEETS, CONTACT SHEETS, CONTACT SHEETS

...Pardon my geeking out, but that is a big fucking deal. I could supply a small charter school with that. I mean, I won't. But I could. Also, two random side notes regarding that list:

1.) Uh, Print Design was a fucking expensive major. That 20% off coupon at Plaza that AU supplied us with at the beginning of the year was pretty much worth fuck all. Kudos to me for going to the $42,000 a year school and majoring in pissing on solid gold...

2.) There was a contact sheet from a photoshoot College Roommate Danielle took of me Senior year and crickey I was skinny as shit. I think that primarily had to do with the fact that I didn't really eat that year because I was so ungodly busy and stressed out all the time, but, man. Sometimes I really wish I had the willpower to sustain an eating disorder because I looked good.

So kudos to my dad for finding and unloading all that shit from my car when I went abroad after graduation and hiding it in a clearly marked box in the basement. HA HA, you, sir, are tricky. And I am simple. And together, it took me three years to find a box filled with a babillion dollars worth of art supplies. Oh, mercy.

My favorite part of going through the box was when I found a small Paper Source bag marked "Sentimental Stuff." I was like, "Oh god, this is going to have all sorts of long and meaningful graduation letters from friends and family, pictures, little things that inspired me...I better sit down when I go through this because things might get a little eMoTiOnAL!" So I sat down, took a deep breath, opened the bag and spilled out it's contents. And I swear to god, this is what was inside:

1.) A photograph of Joanna Lumley as Patsy Stone from Absolutely Fabulous

2.) A mini-flask key chain

3.) A haiku my friend Meli wrote for me on the back of a gum wrapper one day in Info Graphics:

A Haiku for Meg
Designer of smut
Enjoys S&M designs
The next E. Lupton

4.) A list of t-shirts Alex and I were going to make during the Summer of '06:

- (Front:) "Aw Skeet, Skeet motherfucker" (Back:) "Aw Skeet Ulrich has game (geographically speaking)"

- "I'd go gay for Gwen Stefani"

- Conversely, "I'd go straight for Gwen Stefani"

- (Front:) "I Survived the Haunted Olney Ghost Tour" (Back:) "...Barely"

- "Team Rhinarium"

- "Peter Gallagher: No words. None needed."

- "The Fangle is Tangible"

- "Viva La Lillard"

5.) The Fall 2006 lineup of a fictional adult Nickelodeon channel I call, Dickelodeon:

- Who Would You Do?

- Dick's Wild 'n' Crazy Kids

- The Adventures of Pete on Pete

- Salute My Shorts

- Hey, Prude!

And that's the ballgame.

...Soooo, just to recap, when cleaning out my apartment, those are the things that I felt a deep attachment to, physically put in a bag, took out a Sharpie and marked "Sentimental Stuff."

And I have zero regrets.