Entry #5: A Date With Destiny, and She's 5 Years Overdue...

Ah yes, the dreaded High School Reunion. A time of much fear and trepidation. Your palms get all clammy, and you get that sinking feeling in your gut. All of the sudden it starts to smell like teen spirit.

Now for a little background: In High School, I wasn't exactly the king o' the pack, if you know what I mean. Now let me explain this in a more tangible way. There are 3 classes of social order in any given High School. Firstly, there are the Lords. Those are the popular people that hoarde all the cool to themselves and would never be caught dead with anyone who did not at least equal or exceed their social status. Next, you got the poor peasant. A victim of the "lords" they have failed to become anything signifigant and therefore have been given the status of social "reject", as in somehow they didn't quite fit the mold. Then you have the third class, of which I was a proud member, the mechant class. They are affluent, polished, but usually come from humble roots They fraternize with both rich and poor, and see no difference between the two. They have the ability to speak to anyone, and they are listened to, regardless of the social status of the listener. Hope that explains my social life in High School a little better.

Anyways, so I had my 5 year reunion last week, and frankly, it was awesome. To tell the truth, I was scared out of my mind. I didn't want to go because I thought I'd just be seen as a bum living at home with my parents. I even sat in the car for a half an hour because I didn't want to go in. But, suprisingly, it was pretty good. I got a very warm reception and it turned out to be a blast. I want the next one to come already! But in the mean time, I am going to do something that will earn me worldwide acclamation, so that I can got back and brag about how amazing I am. Please people, form an orderly queue and wait your turn for autographs.

People, you have my blessing.

GOAL FOR THE DAY:

Work out a bunch, and eat a healthy lunch.