pointless wastes of time
Oct. 31st, 2006 11:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
walkitoutHaving finally uploaded an SD card worth of pix to the desktop with the big hard drive, then posted a bunch to Ringo, largely for my mother-in-law, and then updated userpics here and at friendster, I thought, what the hell. Let's see what's up for the 20 year high school reunion (Shorewood High School, Class of 1987, now city of Shoreline, then unincorporated King County with a Seattle address). Off to classmates where...
some guy asked what was up last December, and some vaguely familiar woman's name is attempting to generate interest this month in organizing something.
Well, at least I haven't _missed_ it. One wonders if it will actually happen.
I foolishly married (shortly after graduating college) a guy in my high school graduating class (just so you know, not only weren't we high school sweethearts, we barely knew each other by sight -- which is saying something when not only were we both Jehovah's Witnesses at the time, but his mother had actually attended my parents' wedding). We were young, and he was especially foolish, so I returned him to his parents after two and a half years. Needless to say, the prospect of seeing him again gives me pause when thinking about going to my high school reunion (I had to get an order for protection against him. He -- and his family -- were very, very badly behaved).
Maybe I'll wait for the 30 year reunion. Hmmm.
some guy asked what was up last December, and some vaguely familiar woman's name is attempting to generate interest this month in organizing something.
Well, at least I haven't _missed_ it. One wonders if it will actually happen.
I foolishly married (shortly after graduating college) a guy in my high school graduating class (just so you know, not only weren't we high school sweethearts, we barely knew each other by sight -- which is saying something when not only were we both Jehovah's Witnesses at the time, but his mother had actually attended my parents' wedding). We were young, and he was especially foolish, so I returned him to his parents after two and a half years. Needless to say, the prospect of seeing him again gives me pause when thinking about going to my high school reunion (I had to get an order for protection against him. He -- and his family -- were very, very badly behaved).
Maybe I'll wait for the 30 year reunion. Hmmm.