June 12, 1999. Saturday

 
    It's about 1:30 on Friday night, but we'll call it Saturday morning.  I'm sitting in my room, here at home in PA.  The computer is a recent addition, in the last few months or so. It's nice to have it in my room. Especially now, when I feel a bit like writing.  So I was looking through my old desk drawers, and I came across the picture that I took when I was in Spain 5 years ago. God, that makes it sound like so long ago.  I guess it was. So much has happened since then. Anyway, it's the same trip Mike talked about a few days ago.  I take really horrible pictures. But these are just plain awful. And the worst part is I can't tell what's what. All i know is that I kept taking pictures of things that we weren't supposed to take pictures of, so I had to be stealthy and I didn't use a flash, so they look really withhold.  It's weird, though, to see my friends as they were five years ago. And it's even weirder to see me.  Did I really wear that Georgetown hat all the time?  I don't think so.  But it's there in all the pictures. My hair was going through some changes around then too.  y that, I mean I started to have a hairstyle after 18 years of bowl-cuts. Anyway, whenever I wear a hat these days, I look about 12 years old. Seriously. I don't know why I thought I could pull it off then.
    I'm feeling all nostalgic, looking at these pictures. I've known some of these people almost all my life.  There's a few pictures of "overachiever Darcie," as Mike put it.  I knew her since first grade, but I never really knew her that well.  Odd how you can know someone for 12 years and never really know them. You'd think somewhere along the line, in such a small school, you'd be friends with everybody.  Ah well.  She was really cute in her day though. I ain't seen her in lahk 3 yars now. Lately I really wonder about the people I sorta knew from school, what they're doing, if they're still alive. I used to wish nothing but bad fortune on them, but now I almost feel guilty when i repeatedly hear bad thing. Almost.  Another thing Mike mentioned was how he "boycotted" the prom, due to his belief over some mis-appropriation of funds. I'd have to agree with him on that one. I remember one day in Spanish class, we made Julie Smith cry when we relentlessly grilled her about where our class dues were going. Most of us refused to pay, until they threatened to withhold our grades or something.  She and Darcie kept reiterating that they were for things like class reunions and whatnot. Puh-lease. I'm pretty sure they stopped having those years ago. I know my older brother Garrick had his 5-year reunion 4 years ago, and I think that was the last one. Who really gives a fuck about the people from highschool?  It sucks that so many kids are despondant about highschool life, cos it can really be such an insignificant part of life. Nothing means anything in highschool, really.  I mean, how many people marry someone they knew in highschool? How many dorks, nerds, and geeks go on to enjoy perfectly fulfilling, satisfying lives?  How many jock BMOC's go on to stay in the same town, reliving past glory, while wondering why they have a kid and why they're suddenly married to the class whore?  Not enough, sadly... Although I did see the kid down the street, Jason Anderson, and his demon spawn recently.  I feel real sorry for that kid.  Jason's not an attractive dude.  Truth be told, if you asked me what he looked like, I'd probably say the devil. No seriuosly, his whole family has that look. When we were little, my brothers and I had some weird pseudo-rivalry with the Anderson kids. They were just a buncha fuckin jerks.  Now I can't say that I'm living the most successful life I could be, but at least I'm not fucking 21 years old with a kid working at some shitty pizza joint and living with my folks.  OK, that was mean. But oh, so satisfying.

    I'm feelin more venomous and less sentimental now, if you couldn't tell. I'm gonna go to bed, and write more tomorrow. Hopefully the weather'll be nice. By the way, today's weather might've been the best in the history of the world.
 

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