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shiny objects

Monday, May 24, 2004


It suddenly dawned on me during first period that I will never see the vast majority of my classmates again; the likelihood of staying in touch with or even in knowledge of them is infintesimal. Sadly enough, I don't find this nearly as comforting as I had anticipated. I am a creature of habit and shall soon find myself ill at ease without the same panoramic tableau of indolant teenage faces. A few of them, I shall go as far as to acutely miss their presence.

On the other hand, I won't miss the rumor mill. Damned conservative, gossipy ninnies. Once I escape, I'll be free of my old reputation - which over time has run the gamut from genius writer, to uber-slut, to psychic vampire, to drug czarina, to closet dominatrix, to transvestite. Oh the rumors I've heard about myself . . . How does one generate so much infamy and still have time for class?! Yeesh!

That said, vanity will undoubtedly compell me to attend the ten year reunion so I can kick back, grin like the smug fuck I am, and spend an evening with former peers I never really knew or cared about in the first place.


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