I've decided to go to my class reunion in two weeks. Fortunately the school I went to considers professional achievement more important than getting married and having a family because I don't think I could stand it if I had to get those looks of pity for not having landed a husband yet. Instead, most of our class is still single because we all decided to have strong careers and to travel.
Then again, my career isn't exactly where I want it to be either, but at least I'm making the effort. I think I'm going to use the five hour flight home to work on my Earl spec. Luckily I did not have to settle for a red-eye, so I can actually get work done the entire time. I wonder if I can get a whole first draft done during the flight? That would be pretty awesome. I go home for a reunion and come back with a comedy draft and new memories.
I'm just excited to show off what I look like these days. I was never this in shape in high school. Skinnier, yes, but not in shape. Plus, I know how to dress myself and wear makeup now. I was always trying to hide my looks in high school, I guess as a sort of "fuck you" to the idea that looks matter. I was more intersted in people taking my brain seriously and I thought good looks would get in the way of that. Now I realize that you can use the looks to get your brain in the door. So at the reunion, I'm putting on the slutty dress. Eat your heart out, obnoxious bitch who tried to make me look dumb in front of that cute boy who liked me. You're probably fat and ugly and I still look like a teenager.
(For that, I have to give credit to my good genes, so way to go Mom, and to Will, my trainer. Thanks for the abs, honey.)
Because that's really what the reunion is all about, isn't it? Showing everyone how successful you've become? Or is that just me and my ridiculous sense of competitiveness?
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