"not being with you is like not being able to eat those cookies which are really good"

i was looking through my old high school year book tonight. wow. everybody looked so perfect and skinny and happy and... was i perfect and skinny and happy too? it was funny to read what people wrote in my year book, they all seemed to have a couple of things in common, if a stranger was reading it they might think that i was a drunk of some sort. WHAT HAPPENED? in a way i wish i was back, and in so many others i want to move forward. i have moved forward. i think to myself that high school was a joke, but was it really? it was a joke in the sense that i laughed alot and then again... and then again i really can't recall. if i had a time bubble, id warp myself back to those days, just to see myself. sitting by the pool, tanning, playing pool in the club house, driving my little z, playing loud music on a beat up speaker, yelling in my car, dancing on cars, climbing things while highly intoxicated, getting coffee in pajamas after a long night of drinking while looking at pictures, sitting at starbucks during 1st period, finding a damn parking spot, sitting in the back of the class, thinking how silly everyone is, not thinking about the future, going to the hill, the beach, ooooh the beach....

it really puts me in a time bubble when i look at that year book, a sweet and sour type of feeling. can i be at two places at the same time? please? if i were god i would definately have invented that. so maybe i should put that book away and come back to it once i re- invent post its and am getting ready for my high school reunion.
oooh the memories.