Dementia
This part will explain all mania. My friends, for example.Perhaps some artwork.
My daily life (oh boy)
And things I think of, randomly or not
Having gotten a call from an old high-school friend, I'm thinking of myself as I was back then. I believe people can change profoundly in a short time span - say, for example, most of one year of college. Swarthmore if you were wondering.
In a funny little high-school yearbook supplement, I'm "Piglet", the kohl-eyed siren spokeswoman for "Sexy Soda, the Kinky Cola", my friend's Advertising Art project in twelfth grade.
My group role is as follows : Sensitive and sensible loon
Theme song? Hour Follows Hour, by Ani DiFranco ("and you know that every time I move, I make a woman's movement...")
My annoying habits are "being naive, occasional bursts of hysteria"
And my quote, something I did NOT get in my incredibly expensive and sucky official yearbook, is as lame as yearbook quotes usually are. Off a pin from my bookbag comes the scintillating, "Why do closed minds often have open mouths?"
And in case you were wondering, gentle readers, my hobbies were, and continue to be, naked people and food.
This often gets me into trouble.
OK, fine. So my blurbs haven't changed much. I, however, beg to differ. Because I know. Blurbs aren't me, at least, not completely....
And who else is in here? My old-school posse, from Setauket New York.
That's on Long Island, kids. One of the more boring parts of the Empire State.
Anyway, there's Adam (Mouse), Micki (that Parliament-smokin' honkey white trashy-ass cracka), Josh (Higs), Kelly (Kella the Great), Emily (HotStuff), Dave, Renee, Becky (Slut-face), Jim (Dick), and Julie.
Shoot me. Those were the days.
Well, let's cut to the chase, shall we?
I am no longer Piglet. I am merely Jeanne. Last time I checked I was fairly certain of that.
The old posse is scattered, as is inevitable. I have a new one, though.
Anni , the divine. Claire , "shining among women". Sierra, sweet and mighty. Jason, who would be Grahamtastic if he happened to be maufactured by Nabisco. Lizzie-and-Samara, who function as tag-team wrestlers against the forces of injustice. Nadav , known as "Nads", who sings beautifully and looks studly in hot tubs. Kate,who lives across the hall from me as only she can, and with whom I commiserate over Cultures of the Middle East. Last but not least are the Tribal Elders. They know who they are.
I like all these people, nay, adore them.
We're all gods and goddesses of this web medium. And just look at all those lovely links. All this gadgetry is very exciting.
I'm the one on the left. The one on the right is actually God.
Moving back farther than high school - I spent two years in Conneticut, which will henceforth be known as "the lost years" and forgotten. I was born in Chicago, so you see I am not so impossibly East Coast. My oldest friend Karen still lives there, and I still keep in touch with another old childhood friend from the Illinois days, Jim.
Having no photos of them yet, I thought I'd put up some pictures from the favorite cartoon of my youth.
(fooled you - thought it was me and God, didn't you?)
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