In My purse/wallet

My purse is overflowing with what one would call "stuff." A long, long list of stuff. Maybe even longer then long, including: One Coconut Melon Juicie hand lotion, one mint container with a snowflake on it containing two mints and one Advil, one container of sour tropical icebreakers, one deodorant, one toothbrush, one thing of floss, one school schedule for college with an online English class and a painting class on it. Floating around in the midst of this stuff is more stuff, including: one Costco paper with a long number/letter sequence and a license plate number on it, one pack of gum, one strawberry gum Icebreakers container filled with different sized gauged earrings, one LARGE pair of sunglasses, three straws in a Summer Straws box. Adding to all of the above is: one container of hand sanitizer, one paper with a name, number, and web sight on it, a pack of empty gum, a copy of What Happened To Lani Garver by Carol Plum-Ucci, an empty composition notebook, a key chain with more toys/whistles on it then keys, two lighters, four permanent markers, a pencil, two whistles, 3 lip glosses, one chap stick, mascara, and loose change. Incase you were wondering, yes, I do have an extremely large purse. In the wallet I have a couple of school ID cards, old and new, every copy of drivers permit I have ever received, my drivers license, a library card, a build-a-bear stamp card, a debit card, a random assortment of ID cards belonging to someone named LYUDA, random rolls of cash, a change section full of change, safety pins, hair pins, and earrings.

Putting all of my stuff back I realize that if I ever did lose my purse then I would be losing a lot that I find to be a necessity to get through every day. If someone ever found my purse and looked through it, they would probably think I am a pack rat that is overly prepared for any situation that might have bad breath involved. Someone might think that I am a smoker with my two lighters. One might think that I am a very obsessive person, because I tend to have a lot of one thing in my purse/wallet. They would know my exact weight, height, and the fact that I've had my bangs going in the same direction since eighth grade. They would know I drive some sort of a ford. A person searching through my things would probably assume that I am overly unorganized, but by thinking that they would be correct.

What someone wouldn't know about me by looking through my things is that although it says my eyes are green on my license, they change according to my clothes, surroundings, and mood. Or that even though I have two lighters in my purse, I have never smoked anything in my life and I am involved in Teens Against Tobacco Use. They wouldn't know that my red and white mint container with a snowflake on it just happens to match the sheets on my bed. Someone would not be able to know that I have a book in my purse that I've read at least ten times just in case i get bored or happen to have time when I'm not at home to read, same with the empty notebook but for writing. Someone wouldn't know that I am the kind of person that swerves while driving because I get too absorbed with how the moonlight is making the foggy sky looks. Or that I can hardly handle being without my cellphone because I keep it in my pocket instead of my purse. Any random person looking through my bag would not know that I am sitting here in pants that some would consider to be all-around "too tight," listening to Oasis, and watching my puppy climb around under my bedspread right this very second.