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Feeding oneself, part II...
Jan. 12th, 2003 06:52 pmAnother attempt at food, eggs again. This time I threw in bits of smoked salmon and a dollop of cream cheese. It wasn't bad. Next time, I'll use green onions instead of regular ones, and I might even try some vegetable matter too.. My apartment has that "actual food was cooked here" smell to it. Kinda nice.
I collected all the boxes from my folk's attic, and put them in my storage locker. I was most curious about the one from high school, and I brought it up to go through it. I had not laid eyes upon any of this stuff since I packed it up in 1983. I was immediately transported into another world. The old music I had on in the backround helped cement me solidly in 1983. I was surprised to find some happy memories in that box. Drawings that I did. Notes from friends, photos. My state championship medal in forensics. The yearbooks were interesting, filled with pictures of happy kids doing all the things typical high school kids do. I wasn't one of those kids. I wasn't cute or popular. I hung with the outcasts in the library, the ones who read a lot and wanted to start a punk band. We made our own fun. I think I only made it into one yearbook photo. I went through the senior pictures, struggling to remember anything about these people that I spent every day with, and at the time, so wanted to be like. It was really difficult. I've tried so hard to forget that time and those people, and I seem to have succeeded pretty well. So well that I forgot the good stuff too. This would be the year for our 20th reunion. They didn't bother to track me down for any of the others, so if there is one, I doubt that I'd go. I didn't stay friends with anyone from high school. Not one. The lasting, long-term friendships I've had all came from fandom, which I discovered not long after high school ended.
C'mon, everybody, take the lyric quiz! Whump- you should know #2! We saw him live!
-Juliebata
I collected all the boxes from my folk's attic, and put them in my storage locker. I was most curious about the one from high school, and I brought it up to go through it. I had not laid eyes upon any of this stuff since I packed it up in 1983. I was immediately transported into another world. The old music I had on in the backround helped cement me solidly in 1983. I was surprised to find some happy memories in that box. Drawings that I did. Notes from friends, photos. My state championship medal in forensics. The yearbooks were interesting, filled with pictures of happy kids doing all the things typical high school kids do. I wasn't one of those kids. I wasn't cute or popular. I hung with the outcasts in the library, the ones who read a lot and wanted to start a punk band. We made our own fun. I think I only made it into one yearbook photo. I went through the senior pictures, struggling to remember anything about these people that I spent every day with, and at the time, so wanted to be like. It was really difficult. I've tried so hard to forget that time and those people, and I seem to have succeeded pretty well. So well that I forgot the good stuff too. This would be the year for our 20th reunion. They didn't bother to track me down for any of the others, so if there is one, I doubt that I'd go. I didn't stay friends with anyone from high school. Not one. The lasting, long-term friendships I've had all came from fandom, which I discovered not long after high school ended.
C'mon, everybody, take the lyric quiz! Whump- you should know #2! We saw him live!
-Juliebata
