Horcruxapalooza

Packing. It's got me thinking.

I've been trying to organize my room into two categories: stuff I absolutely have to take with me and stuff I could do with out. Essentially, this is what everyone has been doing.

But it got me thinking. 

If I were to suddenly realize an unwavering desire to become immortal, which of my personal belongings would I elect to serve as my Horcruxes? (I am aware that only 1 Horcrux is required to technically make one immortal, but out of respect for the Harry Potter franchise, I'm going to make like Lord Voldemort and choose 7. Hooray for virtual indestructibility!)

1. My orange journal with circles/ polka dots on the front. Almost every time I've cried  in the past 3 years, I've sought refuge in this little orange journal. I've dissected every grievance until the pain momentarily subsides. It holds almost all of my secrets. I therefore feel it has earned the right to be one of my Horcruxes.

2. Santa Claus coffee mug. I have had a mug full of Tazo Chai black tea with 1% milk and 3 Splenda every night for as long as I can remember. And I've always used the Santa Claus mug because it's the biggest, which means more tea. So this Horcrux represents 3 traits: my love for Christmas, my love for tea, and my greediness.

3. Brown-rimmed glasses. While I'm wearing a pair of black glasses at the moment, my brown spectacles are the ones that pulled through when I needed them most. They helped me see before I had contacts, which essentially means they helped me understand my pre-pubescent years. 

4. 2008 Prom Corsage. This bracelet of flowers is currently pinned to the bulletin board in my room. It is completely dry, completely withered, and completely beautiful. If memory serves, this corsage marks the first time I've received flowers from someone. So I saved it. Even though I thought the idea of a corsage was silly, I kept it. Horcrux #4= pack rat tendencies/ inability to let go. 

5. She & Him's "Volume One". This is not my favorite CD. That honor is bestowed upon "Stunt". However, this album ranks in my top 5. And it also represents how far I will take an obsession (aka driving up to Chicago with my mother in order to stand approximately 25 feet away from Miss Deschanel). 

6. Any jar of peanut butter. While peanut butter is one of my two favorite foods, I have a love/hate relationship with it. It is delicious; I can eat it plain or as a dip for practically any other food in the cupboard. But late night peanut butter is the culprit for my weight gain. And weight has always been a source of great frustration and sadness for me. So I'm torn between giving into my greatest food indulgence or abstaining in order to have that unattainable "perfect body". I usually give in. Therefore, this Horcrux is the embodiment of my lack of self control. 

7. My previous cell phone- a violet-pink Motorola RAZR. Good luck finding this Horcrux. I don't even know where it is, as it was donated after I switched to my current Voyager. But many a conversation was had on this phone. I, who am not even a huge fan of phone-conversations, had hundreds upon hundreds of conversations with people I love using this phone, because this phone was a pre-texting device. While I did have about 3 months of texting on it towards the end of its life, this phone represents my desire for a more tangible way of communicating. I love texting, but its very hard to communicate joy, pain, and depression through a text. These RAZR conversations were saturated with emotion, and I miss them. 

Congratulations to all 3 of you who potentially read this. You are now equipped with the proper information to destroy me on my quest to immortality.