February 23, 2006 - 3:43 p.m. So maybe this is lame, but I think I miss high school. I didn't get to see much of the old gang during Christmas. Plus, it wouldn't matter anyway because everyone is so different; I'm so different. But those were good times. Real times. We kept yearning for "real life" but that was/is real life. The inside jokes keep coming alive in my head. Strangely, my memories are all of lunch time or after school or in AP Chem when we would talk. Class seems strangely irrelevant. Not that I really want to go back, per se. But I guess I just recall that I had friends. (Still do.) ...before & after...