I watched the last episode of �High School Reunion� on the WB last night. I love that show. However, it�s about all these popular kids, and it makes me want to vomit. Who else thinks Nikol looks like a pre-op transsexual? Have you noticed she�s got Frankenstein eyes? And that jaw line. Razor sharp. All that�s missing is facial hair and an Adam�s apple.
And Jim is a dog, that liar, that cheater! He invites Jen to the bathroom and they kiss in a stall. Gross. That is so disgusting.
And, not only is he ugly�but there�s no sex appeal whatsoever. Why would she waste her time?
And Jen? What a witch. And she missed the bus on class�what she did is like doing it in a bathroom in a club in Tijuana. No self-respect there. Honey, you know millions of people are going to be watching the show. Why would you do something so tacky?
Anyway, glad to have watched it and glad it�s over.
I didn�t go to my high school reunion. Part of it was because while I knew a lot of people, I really didn�t know but a few. That was Dana, Maggie and Spring. Spring, who I�d been friends with since the 10th grade, and I stopped being friends my senior year when I found out her affections leaned less toward me and more toward my boyfriend of 3 years. Instead of working it out, we blew up at each other, said a lot of mean, cruel things, and went out separate ways. I also parted ways with the boyfriend. The cheating pig.
The world was a strange place without two of the people that played an important role in my life.
Of course, Maggie and I became sisters when her mom adopted me when I was 16, and I thank God for her. We aren�t very close now but she knows I love her, I hope.
Dana and I were friends from the 9th grade on. She was a pom-pom girl, and I was a �burnout� in the 9t grade. She always was friendly and always had a kind word to say. In 10th grade, when I also started dating a football player, we bonded over that. We went to Senior Prom together, our boyfriends and us. Then, we met back up when we were in junior college at Florissant Valley.
We went to Frat Parties together, and she even came with me when I started going to the alternative clubs down on Washington. She never judged me for being involved with gay people. Almost all of my new friends were gay.
I loved her for that.
During that time, I ran into a few guys from high school. And I became friends with a girl that ran in different circles named Shannon. Shannon was very popular. We all went to the clubs together. I finally felt like I was coming full circle. I was getting to know people that I never had a chance to before.
One was a guy named Mike. I always thought he was cool. I believe he even played football with my old boyfriend.
But that time passed, and I left for New Orleans. It�s like another world there. I tell you, if money were no object, I�d be living there now.
After New Orleans, I joined the Navy, and I stepped into the new life without looking back.
Dana and I had drifted apart somewhat in college, but she kept in contact with my mom and me while I was in the military. As time went by I felt less and less of a bond with her, and eventually, she faded from my radar.
After the Navy, I came back. It was tough, starting over. I felt like I had nothing to offer anyone, so every time Dana would call, I�d make an excuse and not see her. Eventually, she got tired of being the one to always call, and she stopped calling. Fast forward to 2003.
My class reunion was at Lemp Mansion. I�d always wanted to go to the Lemp Mansion because it is reportedly haunted. You can find out about its haunted history by doing a google search.
But, I was fat, very fat. And I didn�t really have the guts to go to another �school� function and feel alone. I�m sure it was fun..but it�s not really my thing. There wasn�t really anyone I wanted to see except for Dana and Mike.
I kind of regret it now.
I also regret not being a better friend to Dana. I regret losing Spring. I regret not staying in contact with Mike. He contacted me last year�but I let that fizzle out too.
My choices, though bad, brought me to where I am today, so maybe I shouldn�t regret too much.
I will go to my 20-year reunion. If it kills me.
All that madness aside�
I wonder what kind of deodorant Condoleeza Rice uses? Secret or Degree? She�s going to need it.
According to cnn.com, she is expected to face some tough questioning from the Senate Committee concerning her nomination for Secretary of State. If she gets confirmed, and it�s almost certain she will, she will be the first black woman, and second woman, to head the State Department. Go Condoleeza!
I�m all for the girl power.
I�ve been watching the show �Medium� with Patricia Arquette. God, is she not beautiful? Anyway, that stuff is right up my alley. I do believe there are people out there that have those sorts of talents.
Have you heard about the �Stop Ashley Simpson� petition? It�s on Petitions Online and there are already 79,000 signatures. It�s time for ole Ash to quit riding her sister�s coattails to stardom. Ash has no talent. Yeah, she�s cute. But she can�t sing. She �makes me want to�scream�!
I watched the Tsunami Fundraiser Saturday night. Of course, it is touching to see �stars� trying to raise money for the relief effort. The music was beautiful, especially Sarah McLaughlin and �Angel�. I must admit, I cried a little. Especially when they showed the scenes of the water coming in. Part of me wants to ask God, �Why? Why must people suffer? Why must the children suffer?� He answers me in his own time so I knew I�d be waiting a while.
Maybe it was a little bit of depression that crept in when Eric Clapton and this guy from Pink Floyd sang �Wish You were Here�.
It is one of my all time favorites.
This little voice in my head piped up and said, �That would be a great song for your funeral, don�t ya think?!� What the hell? Where did that come from? I was totally broad sided by that.
I really do love the song�
But sometimes I feel like I�m always going to be fighting this battle against this teeny part of me that doesn�t want to be here anymore. It�s frustrating that even some of the most beautiful moments in my life are tainted by that little voice. I�m going to ignore it.
It�s my life.
9:01 am - January 19, 2005
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