3:24 p.m. - 2005-03-08
Like Grease, Without The Fun
I know it's been a while, but I've started a new job that provides me little to no time to update my diary.
To make it quick, Jeff and I are moving steadily along. The slab has been poured on the new house, and the driveway is soon to follow, if it has not been poured already.
My birthday comes up at the beginning of April, and we are planning a trip to San Diego with Skinny Kenny. Fun, huh?
Other than that, the only other news in my life is, I received an invitation to my 10-year-class-reunion. I feared this day for years....and at times indulged in he contemplation of my attendance at such an affair. But they found me.....and the invite came....despite the fact that I graduated early, did not walk with my class, and was panty-line deep in a sexual harassment lawsuit against the school district while all the other girls were picking out prom dresses.
It cam, despite the fact that my disdain for the highschool experience sat upon me like an aura...I mean it, I was aglow with irreverence.
Highschool for me, growing up in suburbian Texas was like the movie Grease, without the fun, romance, or exciement. Although in Baytown's defense, we were all stocked up on the teenage pregnancies. And the funniest part about this reunion is that in highschool I was considered a bad seed for my inability to say yes o authority, or no to a good party....or a good drink....or a good high. Now the formerly tight-assed types are throwing a reunion kegger at the city fairgrounds, of all places. I hope to GOD it rains....knee deep in horse-shit-drenched-mud is the only way I wanna see these lovely, lovely people from my past.

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