Wednesday, Jul. 23, 2003 - 8:20 pm
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I'm going to my 10 year high school reunion on Friday. There are just so many things wrong with that statement.
I've literally been having nightmares about the reunion. Not getting killed nightmares or anything like that, but nightmares about seeing people that I haven't seen (and possibly don't want to) in 10 years. I mean, there a reason I haven't talked to 397 of the 400 people I graduated with in the 10 years since we left Carson High.
I'm so against shit like this, but I got talked into going. I'm kind of excited since my best friend from high school, Tank, will be meeting me there (even though he graduated a year before me). And I'll get to see the 2 people from my class that I do still actually talk to.
Everyone else can lick my chode.
I'm anxious to see what happened to all the jocks, all the cheerleaders, and the "popular" kids that used to make fun of me and my friends. I hope they're all fat, balding, mildly retarded, and have 14 kids.
I feel like I have something to prove. That I have to show those assholes that I'm not a loser, never was, and that I've made something of my life.
But I don't even like them, so I don't know why I feel this pressure to impress (or whatever) all of them.
Maybe I'll just get drunk and tell them all I hate them for who they used to be, and for how they made so many of us feel.
Or maybe I'll tell them all I'm a hitman, and I'll get to kill one of them with a pen to the throat.
POPCORN!
Or maybe I'll tell them I'm a John Cusack fan.
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