blast from the past

junior highweirdest thing happened today after andrew breitbart died. i blogged about it, then put it out on facebook and twitter as i rarely but sometimes do.

boing boing superstar @xeni retweeted it and because she has a (deservedly) huge following, a young lady i went to grade school and high school with saw it, clicked over to me, and realized it was her old classmate.

she left a mysterious comment saying that she used to have lunch with me a lot, but then she moved to california around junior year of high school. i thought i was the only one who had moved to california! oh i was so wrong.

“What I remember most about that high school cafeteria is those chocolate chip cookies. I bought one almost every single day that I was there,” she wrote.

From what I remember they were on these long metal pans, big, flat, and just out of the oven melty. So great!

“And ‘People Are Strange’ playing on the jukebox in the lunchroom. Every. Day.”

omg sooooo true. there was this girl named Jamie Highlan who was super into the Doors. in art class she would draw the most beautiful portraits of Jim Morrison. still when i would pass her in the hall i would sing van halen’s “jamie’s crying” and change it to “jamie highlan”.

maybe she was playing that doors song for me.

“If I remember right, you and I also went to Greenstream Middle School by the putrid landfill together. Nothing makes a kid feel valued like busing them at 7:30am on a January morning to stand outside locked school doors for 20 minutes, freezing their fingers off and huffing atmospheric methane. I know none of us snuck cigarettes on that campus or the place would have blown to Brazil.”

true story: first girl i ever kissed was in first grade on a winter day standing in line waiting for them to unlock the doors. there in line was this really pale fat girl whose cheeks had turned super red and for some reason i found them irresistible. so i kissed her on that big cold red cheek.

perhaps little first grade me was light headed from the fumes of the landfill over the dale

maybe its good that she and i moved as far west as possible to get away from those fumes.