bennybox

i feel great. i’ve spent the last little bit going though the OAC yearbook. it’s pretty much been two years since i’ve really read it last, and it’s chocked full of memories otherwise long forgotten.

i had a great time at high school. the woburn crew is a group that will never leave my life… no matter how hard i try to rid myself of your stench.

i have some great comments, from some people whom i have incredible respect for. what else can i say? i wish we could all go back to high school right now and relive the good times. i won’t have many new friends that will share such wild and undoubtedly gifted antics ever. go open it’s up. it’s the red one that didn’t really turn out red enough.

speaking of which, who’s up for a fiesta?

what got me to open up my cherished yb? i found the journal of a odd fellow that the boys used to make fun of during those lunch periods in oac. and reading the posts, i discovered a deeply philisophical kid, whose over analytical mind overblew everything in world to the point where his thoughts were consumed by nothing but an obsession to a girl he could never have. it kinda makes me wish i had known him better in hs. this kid seems out of control, and i don’t think anyone can predict what he’s capable of. it’s this kind of thing that opens my eyes to the world of lives of people i will never know, and how years of societal conditioning really affects the three minutes of my life that they co-exist in my world. that makes me wish i was just a tad more outgoing at school.

i just can’t seem to get enough of that human drama. what can i say? it’s better than tv!