*yawn* new email?

I got an email notice about my 10 year high school reunion coming up in September.

10 years. Class of '97. Sweet Lord, I am getting old.

I briefly considered scanning one of my senior pictures for the blog, but then decided there weren't enough megapixels to contain my BIG HAIR. That was back in the day that I didn't consider my hair fixed unless it was curled within an inch of its life, and as I have approximately 3 feet of hair, that was a lot of curling and hairspray. Can I get an amen from my Dad? Or rather a bellow of "ARE YOU READY YET, ELIZABETH?? YOU HAVE ENOUGH HAIRSPRAY IN YOUR HAIR. NO! WE ARE NOT DRIVING TO CHURCH WITH THE WINDOWS UP IN 80 DEGREE WEATHER IN JULY WITH NO AIR CONDITIONING SO YOUR HAIR DOES NOT MOVE!"

Okay, that was a little harsh. Erin knows that I am telling the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth though.

So it's a good thing about the reunion. I've changed a lot in 10 years, and I am really looking forward to seeing all the people that I spent my educating years with. The memories! The drama! Band Camp! Donuts on Fridays in Music Theory! The first time I ever suspected there might be illegal substances being used by my classmates and they brought drug dogs into the school! Spanish Class with Senora Jones! Amazing how you can hate every minute of high school while you are in the middle of it, and now I'm joining message boards to keep up to date on the reunion planning.

Maybe I'm just nosey.