tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067023.post7333736534189402135..comments2024-01-02T21:41:49.068-08:00Comments on Paul. Because 'Paul' is a nice name.: Lest old resentments be forgotFirstNationshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13387748372500478809noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067023.post-54117939038255409112008-01-29T09:11:00.000-08:002008-01-29T09:11:00.000-08:00hey now, danator! I enjoyed high school, but not b...hey now, danator! I enjoyed high school, but not because I was popular...ohhhhhoooo nooo. No. I was angry redneck metalhead hippy girl, but MAN! It was fun to do drugs, have my bills paid, not try at school (stoned) and pass, and have a handful of friends that kicked ass.<BR/>Oh, and going to college my senior year of high school probably helped. Esp. with the drug availability.Secret Agent Squidhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05476981658365289358noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067023.post-26936591424331802862008-01-28T08:59:00.000-08:002008-01-28T08:59:00.000-08:00Lovely.The world would be a better place if everyo...Lovely.<BR/><BR/>The world would be a better place if everyone who genuinely enjoyed high school spontaneously combusted.<BR/><BR/>Bitter? Me?Da Natorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12192516325402230720noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067023.post-75067107636326917972008-01-28T07:54:00.000-08:002008-01-28T07:54:00.000-08:00alala: no kidding; it was like being fast asleep a...alala: no kidding; it was like being fast asleep and falling into an ice cold pool. the HORROR!<BR/><BR/>cb: that was me in grade school. by jr. high i was setting things on fire (ie the girls bathroom) and apparently this did a lot to raise my stock. if we had been in school together i would have been your friend and i would have let you play with my lighter too.<BR/><BR/>mr. the dog: thank you my darling. it just bothers me that someone who teaches fricken' archaelogy thinks I'M uncool. go bite him.<BR/><BR/>betty: you grew up in Milwaukie too, huh? tell ya what, screw 'em. I had a preferred brand of tequila while most of them were still caught up in the great 'Clearasil vs AcneStatin' debate. <BR/><BR/>knudie: i'll have to guess #2. i know officer Fitzpatrick here in town remembers you fondly...<BR/><BR/>gale: thanks, but naaaaaah. hes a balding professor of archeology with three support payments. karma already kicked his butt!<BR/><BR/>ara: yup. a balding one.<BR/><BR/>pink: but yet you look back and most of us girls were the same damn size! <BR/><BR/>beast: i know. its just the 'cool' thing that still gets to me. frankly, i thought i was pretty cool. i just wasn't farah fawcett.<BR/><BR/>mj: lets hope his car stalls in the path of an oncoming train.FirstNationshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13387748372500478809noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067023.post-39771921560108933862008-01-28T07:31:00.000-08:002008-01-28T07:31:00.000-08:00What was my "smelly drunken uncle who always copp...What was my "smelly drunken uncle who always copped a feel" doing in Washington State?The Mistresshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07109289531733623207noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067023.post-55955185879709421972008-01-28T07:15:00.000-08:002008-01-28T07:15:00.000-08:00sems to me , yourthe one with all the aces this ti...sems to me , yourthe one with all the aces this time round , you got partner , family , friends and all the good stuff.<BR/>So bollocks to the twerp :-)BEASThttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15428640137434521072noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067023.post-42733743810198634522008-01-28T07:06:00.000-08:002008-01-28T07:06:00.000-08:00i figured out early on that being chubby was not a...i figured out early on that being chubby was not a good thing for a high school kids cool factor. i had a few close friends who saw through the exterior but not many. i keep in touch rarely with one or two but that's it. i don't really care for them.<BR/><BR/>although, i do take satisfaction in knowing that karma can be a good thing. turns out the valedictorian couldn't get her act together and neither could the majority of people who i graduated with. <BR/><BR/>who knew i'd turn out to be the one who is remembered well?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067023.post-7156690830628844082008-01-28T04:51:00.000-08:002008-01-28T04:51:00.000-08:00Well, he's a bit of a twit, isn't he?Well, he's a bit of a twit, isn't he?Arabellahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01976792737020577126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067023.post-90836567526041445752008-01-28T04:34:00.000-08:002008-01-28T04:34:00.000-08:00Let me see.....You're in a long term relationship,...Let me see.....You're in a long term relationship, with a guy who would, from what we can gleam, seems to be pretty well suited to you. You're family appreciate you. We all flock to your blog whilst,<BR/>Ex high school acquaintance, has just been thrown out on his arse and is desperately contacting people from his very distant past for company, whilst in denial about his former lifestyle.<BR/>How could someone like that, make you feel bad? <BR/>You have the best kind of style. Self style. He has to rethink who he is. If he doesn't, his downward slide will continue.Tickersoidhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03836158766198278595noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067023.post-67378457495854848762008-01-28T04:10:00.000-08:002008-01-28T04:10:00.000-08:00Hmmmm, just another shit trolling for trouble. In ...Hmmmm, just another shit trolling for trouble. In town? Call on yer biker buddies to go mess him up, show him that high school just ended! Sometimes you need to get back at 'em.<BR/>High school for me was okay, one way to get out of the house.Galehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07054170274536788586noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067023.post-53693466725659258562008-01-28T02:47:00.000-08:002008-01-28T02:47:00.000-08:00Men are bastards, except for me cos I'll try it on...Men are bastards, except for me cos I'll try it on with any old or young thing dead or alive single or married and thats because I'm well rounded, or do I mean well endowed?Old Knudsenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05939476225847425724noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067023.post-54786187954145708452008-01-28T02:09:00.000-08:002008-01-28T02:09:00.000-08:00I loved school and my schoolfriends so much that I...I loved school and my schoolfriends so much that I refuse to have anything to do with anyone I knew before the age of about twenty. Same goes for virtually all of my family, heh heh, but that's another story.<BR/><BR/>You seem to be in a happy place with your life at the moment, so try as much as possible to keep the past buried. (Sorry about the use of "in a happy place". Beware of airhead Californian terminology!)Bettyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11296810448779372875noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067023.post-76006116905794270682008-01-28T01:44:00.000-08:002008-01-28T01:44:00.000-08:00Really there is no need for you to be worried abou...Really there is no need for you to be worried about things like this and people like him. You are too brilliant bright and sexy for them - thats all.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067023.post-86815984034827281522008-01-28T01:43:00.000-08:002008-01-28T01:43:00.000-08:00good fucking grief. some people never fucking gro...good fucking grief. some people never fucking grow up.<BR/><BR/>i hated high school, too. my parents weren't nearly as psychotic as yours, so my experience pales in comparison, but i was miserable for 4 years. I was so loathed by the student body that at the time i graduated my definition of "friend" was "Someone who doesn't throw my lunch tray on the floor if i sit down next to them in the caffeteria; one who tolerates my existence and is not actively malicious." there were very few of these.<BR/><BR/>wierd that you should write this today. last night i had a very vivid (and very fucked up dream) about some people i knew in high school that i haven't thought about in years. must be something in the air.Moominmamahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11750304448922417139noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067023.post-86562738403646398032008-01-28T00:08:00.000-08:002008-01-28T00:08:00.000-08:00But you get out. Sure, something happens occasiona...But you get out. Sure, something happens occasionally to drag you kicking and screaming back in, but most of the time you're not there. Denial is a beautiful thing, most of the time. <BR/><BR/>Also? Thanks. This year is my 20th high school reunion, and I was trying to decide whether to go or not. You've reminded me why not.alalahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08504045003702100248noreply@blogger.com