Time Travel: Difficult

I don't know what happened to me, but somehow I managed to read all my old diaries and notes from second thru twelfth grades today. It was intensely sentimental. I guess I got in the mood after seeing people from the past at Z's graduation party yesterday. Oh, and I also met up with Jessica, my childhood neighbor, this afternoon. She seems the same, but better.

My family often accuses me of being unsentimental, but I think I avoid accumulating stuff from the past or reviewing memories because I'm TOO sentimental, and my heart hurts too much. I'd almost rather not have this stuff continuing to exist, but my mother won't let me throw it out. I read a few of the letters out loud, and Z complemented me on my amazingly mature fairness as a 14 year old. Yeah, I guess I was a good kid. I kept my emotions strongly in check, but I respected my friends and tried to see all sides of the matter. Now I have a strong desire to track down my high school boyfriend Dan. He had vanished off of the internet when I last looked in college, but it would be cool to know how he's doing. I must've kept every note he sent me or something, because I seem to have a few from every week we dated. Boy was he an effusive writer. I was so cold compared to him.

Bringing things back to the present, I just found out another good friend of mine has caught the pregnancy bug. Wishing you the best of luck, with as relaxing a birth as possible, a quick return to former weight levels afterwards, and a baby that adjusts to 9 solid hours of sleep every night within the first few months.

I can't wait to go to Las Vegas this coming weekend. I miss my friends and having a regular life. (Rereading this it sounds like I'm implying Vegas is normal life.) I want to go out and party! No matter how earnestly I tell myself that simplicity is the key to life satisfaction, sometimes after a month of being wholesome I need a little oontz, ass and beer. I want to go to a party where I know the color of everyone's underwear. Too much to ask?