i read some of his writing again today and again it touched me. what he was saying about lost relationships is as bittersweet as he presented it to be. so often i tried googling somebody i had last spoken to years ago, sometimes to find them or sometimes to find somebody who's published a paper in some kentucky university. all these social networking websites have made it infinately easier to see if an ex is with somebody else now or if an old friend lost to a boyfriend is finally married. but what does one do with this information? almost never have i been tempted to contact any of these people. it would be too weird jumping from 17 year old relating to 25 year old conversing.

"remember that time we ran out of safeway with 4 bottles of robo and we drank it till we puked pink?"

"yah, and andy's sister told us that if we drank enough it would be like taking acid, but more of a body high."

"did it work for you?"

"i dont know. i just felt really lightheaded - but that could have been me getting really sick."

"jan never knew what she was talking about anyway. she was such a poser."

is that what we're supposed to say now? reminisce about teenage fun while blushing cranberry? being drawn back into catergorizing people as "posers"?

this always makes me feel a bit enstranged from my past. it almost feels like im viewing it from the lense of myspace, distorting teenage memories by introducing present realities. it makes me realize how long its been since i last knew these people. a lot of our predictions were wrong, but some were so right. brent is an actor now. dylan is travelling around the world still. arthur is gay. kristy went to chico and partied and is living at home now. rachael is uber-liberal and living in a co-op.

but what about melody? and jenna? and scott? and andy? and andy? and billy? and alexis?