i'm finding it interesting

on december 27th, a classmate from high school passed away. i can't say that either of us got along very well, but there was a begrudging respect that we had for each other. pretty much that "we'll keep out of each other's way" thing, but we did share the common bond that 21 of us had - we were there for all four years (originals). my memories of him can't be summed up in a single word: meathead.

anyways, AH (pleasant person) who sends out the periodic email about school happenings sent the message to all of us who had given the school our email addys. one of my classmates had been working with him, and wrote a (surprisingly, based on my memories of him) touching follow up, which has brought seveal of my classmates out of the woodwork. all of whom i don't think i've thought of since graduation. so in the last few days, i've been thinking a bit more about my classmates and how it's interesting to see how people have changed.

i'm now seriously considering going back for my 15th this year, which in itself is pretty fucked up as i've pretty much lost track of how long it has been. i have to remind myself that i really have been here for 10 years once august rolls around. but we'll see i guess. i still have memories of the 5th year reunion that bother me, but i guess we'll see what promises hold true, and which ones don't.

anyways, this has reached a point of going nowhere. read between the lines. ask me questions. take it for what you will.

i'm molius, and i approve this blog entry.