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In 1999 I sold a stack of CDs and a pair of Lucky Brand Jeans to some guy I went to college with to impress a girl. The net was just around fifty bucks. Of which, I spent five on a low-quality car wash, ten dollars on some grocery store daisies and candy hearts, and rest on potato skins and a salad at TGI Fridays. The best part about this story is that I spent two hours cleaning out a car that wasn't even mine, with fifty cents I had to borrow from in-between-the-seats. The potato skins I ordered had to be returned to the kitchen at dinner because they had sour cream on them (not cool). Ultimately, a month later, this girl I did my best to impress by selling my personal belongings ended up dumping me. The part that really makes me upset is that "I think she was seeing another guy (couldn't help myself)." In the end, my mom wasted sixty bucks on a pair of jeans I never wore, and this 'cat' named "Emery" from Turkey was head bobbin through the halls of Bethany Lutheran College to my "Dr. Dre" CD.