"I'm experiencing a shift in my career path..."

It smelled more like pesticides and fried chicken today when I went for a walk. Easily explained by the small yellow pesticide warning flags all over marking where they put down the chemicals to kill whatever the apartment association deems too nasty to keep in the lawns. Consequently, we have to stay off them for a couple days. It's ok for me, but stinks royal for all the little kids around here.

We still don't have cold water in the kitchen. Mom blew up egg yolks in the microwave.

A couple nights ago I heard about a sort of reunion next month down on Long Island. One of my friends wants me to go, enough so to pick me up and let me stay at his place. I want to go, but I just wonder what it'll be like. There are definitely people I'd like to see, and haven't seen in over a year and a half... but there's also a lot of people that I don't care to ever see again, if only because I don't want to have to do the small talk "gee it's been a long time" thing. I graduated and got away from the drama, I don't miss it. I miss my friends being nearby and being able to just get out for a night, eat cold cheese pizza and go to happy hour every Friday at the same bar-- or just order in pizza and watch cheesy horror movies . I miss the trivia games, the free concerts and my ability to survive on coffee, cup 'o noodles and hot pockets-- and the utter lack of real responsibility. I do NOT miss the inane drama and annoying people (for example-- my old neighbors that used to get hammered and come stomping back down the hall like wasted water buffalo. I didn't mind the comments that got left on my white board when they were drunk, once in a while they managed to spell "bitch" right or thought up something inventive-- if a little physically impossible. I have to appreciate creativity. I didn't appreciate their friends that put the new toilet paper roll in the toilet or left used tampons on the shower floor. Come to think of it, I'd still like to yell at whomever took a dump in the girls shower during the summer session of '03.)

We can't recapture the past, but I'd like to celebrate it. I just wonder how time went so fast. I remember when I was a socially retarded young freshman with a low tolerance for embarrassment and no idea how to effectively argue with my roommate (I'll never forget the one that used to wash her underwear in the shower with lysol and then hang them up to dry in our room. We were like gunpowder and a flamethrower but I couldn't really express myself, so I let her yell at me and then after I got pissed about it. I accept my blame for being a doormat, but then again, I never waxed my eyebrows in the room and let the little wax bits go everywhere.) Thankfully now I'm only mildly socially retarded, but with a degree and the ability to argue with grass til it dies-- if the pesticides don't kill it first.