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[3pipeproblem]

Just looked up one of my really good friends from HS on the facebook (a time-wasting device beloved by all college students). I haven't spoken to him since the summer, and then only briefly. I miss him. I miss a lot of people from HS, but Brad I talk to and Monty at least sends out his hilarious mailer (nearly funnier than Zach Braff's blog, actually). It's weird to suddenly get to look through his courses, pictures of the 66 people he has listed as friends...I have no idea what's been going on with him at all. He was great. Is great. He's one of the smartest, funniest people I know, and I think about him quite a bit, both in terms of missing him and in terms of "I wish I could find someone here who's like that."

Anyway. I find myself missing HS a lot. There has to be something wrong with that.

Also, I'm considering becoming a secret shopper.

Oh, and in French Tuesday, our assignment was to draw the floor plan of our house and label the various rooms. It was strange how elaborate everyone's drawings were. They all sketched in gardens and the various floors (I, being a slacker, did not, but I sort of wanted to). And then when we were sharing them everyone seemed palpably nostalgic. And I mean everyone. It's an odd notion, drawing a map of a place that, for all intents and purposes, has ceased to exist for you.

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[bohemiancachet.livejournal.com]

You know... I never missed High School. I sometimes have nightmares that I'm back there and they are always nightmares. Usually stress nightmares... urgh. Flashbacks. My stop myself.

I miss the house I grew up in, though. A lot. I feel nostalgia about that.