i was suspended from my own graduation for skipping so much school my senior year (go figure), so technically i didn't graduate with my classmates either. yet still i got the invite on facebook. not everyone did, interestingly enough. my intention to attend is still listed as a "maybe". i told the boyfriend i reserve the right to change my mind about going right up until the event kicks off at 4pm saturday. i think it'll depend on how many people i can rustle up for my posse, as i can't see myself enjoying time spent faking pleasure at hearing about this one's recent nuptials or that one's baby feeding schedule. these girls were not nice to me back then. the guys have been hitting on me for nearly ten years, whenever a chance encounter has occurred in my hometown, but in high school they looked right past me.
i willingly removed myself from any connection with most of these people years ago, so why does part of me even want to go?
well, i pretty much know the answer to that: it's because now i'm a thin, pretty, shallow bitch. bring on the draft beer and lame crappy memories! i can take it. show me how you've let yourselves get fat and married for marrying's sake. bring it on.