Cuz she's still preoccupied with 1985

So I have one month to get in shape (or buy some sort of special undergarment) and do something fabulous with my life, as my 20th High School reunion is on July 9th.

A friend of mine, who I've known since I was 5 years old and speak to only occasionally, called to make sure I was going, and it just hit me, hard. 20 year reunions are for old people,' shouts the young person still inside me, 'how did this happen?'

It's funny how the things you are so sure are important and will remain important fade away as life goes on. I actually have to pause to remember names of boys I had crushes on, and girls who got on my nerves. I look back on the writing I did then and laugh at the soul-wrenching angst over things that matter so little now.

I think of the things that were important then, the dreams I had, the person I thought I was and the person I wanted to be and I do feel a sense of loss. Not because I'm terribly unhappy with my life, but because 20 years ago all I had were dreams, and life was nothing but vast potential. I'm not sorry for who I am now, but I mourn sometimes the loss of the person I thought I would be.

I don't actually remember much from my graduation, other than the valedictorian (one of the Girls who Got on my Nerves) gave what was probably the stupidest speech ever, it mentioned things like rainbows and fluffy kittens or something, sounding like something off one of the cheesier Halmark cards. Other than that, it was all a bit of a blur. Things like that always are.

I remember more clearly the rehearsal the day before, held in the school's gym. I was wearing this black sleeveless shirt that had, in neon writing, "1985, Orwell Was Wrong", that I thought was just tres witty. The rehersal was a was a long and boring process, and one guy sitting in front of my best friend and me kept saying 'We're going to get destructive!' making us giggle madly. I was trying very hard to make the moment as sentimental as possible, I told my friend, and kept saying things like 'this is the last time we'll be in this gym,' and, 'this is the last time we'll ever walk through these doors.'

So naturally we had to go back in the building several times, and never noticed which time was the last.

Cuz she's still preoccupied with 1985

So I have one month to get in shape (or buy some sort of special undergarment) and do something fabulous with my life, as my 20th High School reunion is on July 9th.

A friend of mine, who I've known since I was 5 years old and speak to only occasionally, called to make sure I was going, and it just hit me, hard. 20 year reunions are for old people,' shouts the young person still inside me, 'how did this happen?'

It's funny how the things you are so sure are important and will remain important fade away as life goes on. I actually have to pause to remember names of boys I had crushes on, and girls who got on my nerves. I look back on the writing I did then and laugh at the soul-wrenching angst over things that matter so little now.

I think of the things that were important then, the dreams I had, the person I thought I was and the person I wanted to be and I do feel a sense of loss. Not because I'm terribly unhappy with my life, but because 20 years ago all I had were dreams, and life was nothing but vast potential. I'm not sorry for who I am now, but I mourn sometimes the loss of the person I thought I would be.

I don't actually remember much from my graduation, other than the valedictorian (one of the Girls who Got on my Nerves) gave what was probably the stupidest speech ever, it mentioned things like rainbows and fluffy kittens or something, sounding like something off one of the cheesier Halmark cards. Other than that, it was all a bit of a blur. Things like that always are.

I remember more clearly the rehearsal the day before, held in the school's gym. I was wearing this black sleeveless shirt that had, in neon writing, "1985, Orwell Was Wrong", that I thought was just tres witty. The rehersal was a was a long and boring process, and one guy sitting in front of my best friend and me kept saying 'We're going to get destructive!' making us giggle madly. I was trying very hard to make the moment as sentimental as possible, I told my friend, and kept saying things like 'this is the last time we'll be in this gym,' and, 'this is the last time we'll ever walk through these doors.'

So naturally we had to go back in the building several times, and never noticed which time was the last.

Blood, start your boiling

I'm sure by now many of you have heard the story of the 16 year old who came out to his parents and is now being sent to some fundie camp to get him 'straight.

Yesterday pracuel mentioned it on his journal and today jenlittlebottom mentioned on hers, and now I'm mentioning it on mine.

Here's the website of the organization, the whitest bunch of people you ever did see.

And, just for pained grins, here's a link to the application

Their email address is: info@loveinaction.org, and because I'm seriously pissed off, I sent an email, even though I am sure it will be ignored.

( here's what I said )

I don't normally do that sort of thing, but I am just so tired of this backwards trend our country seems to be in. Why is it so bloody hard to accept people?

Blood, start your boiling

I'm sure by now many of you have heard the story of the 16 year old who came out to his parents and is now being sent to some fundie camp to get him 'straight.

Yesterday pracuel mentioned it on his journal and today jenlittlebottom mentioned on hers, and now I'm mentioning it on mine.

Here's the website of the organization, the whitest bunch of people you ever did see.

And, just for pained grins, here's a link to the application

Their email address is: info@loveinaction.org, and because I'm seriously pissed off, I sent an email, even though I am sure it will be ignored.

( here's what I said )

I don't normally do that sort of thing, but I am just so tired of this backwards trend our country seems to be in. Why is it so bloody hard to accept people?