Reunion-o-rama

Well, I have been busy reconnecting with old friends. First I found an old high school friend on Classmates.com, then I participated in the KWC Alumni Madrigal Dinner and found some more old friends! Some of them even live nearby! Cool! There might be more peeps at 3RDs!

I also got two new lines to add the the gem I shared in my last post. When they said they needed someone who can be really obnoxious to say "It is good luck to eat plum pudding here tonight (rubs tummy) Yum! Yum!" Several people volunteered me! Should I be offended? I choose to believe that my acting experience in college made them think I could step outside my own demure nature to assume an obnoxiousness that is not normally apparent in me. I tried to be as obnoxious as I could. Besides, how can you say "Yum! Yum!" without being obnoxious?

It was strange going back to the town I spent 4 years yearning to get out of. The school has grown since I was there. There were new buildings and things we never would have dreamed of having when I was there. It was funny. We took a campus tour and pretty much took over from the (very kind) student who was conducting it. We kept saying "What!! WE never had anything as cool as THAT when WE were here!!" I'm sure she thought we were a bunch of 30-year-old sad-sacks just like I thought about people in their 30's when I was in college.

I am realizing why I thought that, too. Being in my 30s I forget that I'm not a teenager anymore (teenager includes anyone from the ages of 13-27 in my book) and I don't feel like a full-fledged adult, either. So a teenager will see me as some goober who thinks I identify with them when they really know I'm just a sad, nostalgic loser. And they wouldn't use the word "goober" because that's a sad, nostalgic loser word. Or maybe I'm projecting my past opinions on my present self...

I am also convinced that Owensboro (or O'bo, as DFA kept calling it) has some kind of massive dehumidifier sucking all moisture from the city (even on heavily rainy days) and that they treat their water with hydrochloric acid. My skin hurt all weekend and when I came home, it was fine. DFA couldn't wait to "leave this moisture-forsaken place." I don't know how I survived 4 years there without shriveling up like a raisin.

In other news: I am researching a work-at-home scheme today. I still don't know what I want to be when I grow up, but I am increasingly of the opinion that I don't want to be someone's employee. That has not been a successful venture for me in the past. I am smart enough to figure out self-employment and determined enough to be successful. (recognize an affirmation when you read one?)

That's about all I can bore you with today. Check back soon for more minutia!