worst entry ever\ Okay, so I think I'm giving up on the photo posting thing. I have her baby book to put pictures in, anyway. For some reason I was thinking about a time in highschool. My mom, mostly just to annoy me, was always calling me "Pookie". One time I was playing music with my friends in the basement and I went upstairs for something, to borrow a lighter maybe, and my mom called me Pookie in the course of our semi-normal conversation. So I went back downstairs where my friends were playing something cool on the bass and drums, and I started freestylin' about "Don't call me Pookie, my name is Pookie Wookie Woo." When I went upstairs again later, my mom saw me and like started laughing hysterically about my lyrics. It was the only time she ever showed any spontaneous appreciation for my musical "talents", and she called my Pookie Wookie Woo for a long time after that. I know why I'm thinking about highschool. My 10-year reunion is coming up. I only know this because my dad works at my old school now and another teacher, an old classmate, is organizing the thing. I'm going because, even though I wasn't friends with many people in my class, I'm kinda curious about what direction everybody is going in their lives. And I want to laugh at them all, because you know the majority of them will be losers. Of course, I might fit under that category too, but I like my flavor of loserishness, and I can't be that big of a loser because I have the most wonderful child in the world. Also it will be nice to see everybody because I graduated at 16 so I'll be the only one there that's not pushing the dreaded 30. I don't know why that matters, though, because we're all going to die sometime. Death! Death! |