Lauren's story that came with 25 Door Plates

So I'm sitting in sculpture, looking out on the water and I think to myself "Jesus Christ, I don't need all this stoopid shit I've been collecting". You see, for the last 12 months I have been collecting flat round things.. anything, pennies, I lifted a sign off the curb the other night because it was a disk shape.

I decided if I was going to toss all this shit (because I really wasn't doing anything with it) I should at least do it in an artist fashion (like I said, sculpture... art school....) So, I talked to my prof. He didn't really like the idea of me lighting them on fire, or dumping them in the harbour, so I had to come up with something slightly more creative. Give them away? Sure! 

I didn't want to have a big ceremony or anything and one of my buds said he'd help out. I had everything stashed in an old samsonite case... it was beautiful. He said one day (I wasn't supposed to know when) he would trade them all for something he thought was bigger and better than what I have. OOOoook! So the weekend passed and I came into sculpture to find my collection gone... replaced with about 25 door plates... you know, that fancy little plate that fits between the door and the knob? Sometimes they have spots for keyholes. Anyways my bud collects tons of junk so I'm guessing this is just the shit he didn't want. I'm sure I could do something nice with them, but I'd really like to keep the bigger/better game going.

It's all a bunch of shit right now, but maybe I can get something nice!
Anyways, that's my story. I'm writing down all the trades I make in my sketchbook (all of one as of now) It's the only documentation I'll present for the piece (that and the final object at the end of the semester).