Watching Tom Brokaw on the Today show took me about ten minutes before I realized that he wasn't supposed to be on the show, because if he was on the show, I was still in high school.

Nor do I particularly want to be back in high school. I think.

Although, as time goes on the memories of high school and college are getting more and more silvery and lovely. I mean, I'm aware that my memories aren't entirely accurate, but that doesn't stop the nostalgia machine in my head.

I remember when I was in my last semester in college and I hated it and was dying to get out, and I thought "I am never going to let the glow of nostalgia obscure the fact that I am miserable. I am never going to forget how much I hate this psychology class." and the funny thing is that I remember that thought, and I really remember that psychology class (it was the only credit I needed to graduate, I got a D-, and I was grateful, because D- is a passing grade!), but the rosy tint is firmly in place.

"Ah, my lost youth! How happy I was!"
(no you weren't, you were miserable, you hated it!)
"No, I was happy, happy happy happy, and if I wasn't happy, I was wrong, because I was young and stupid!"
(no, I remember very clearly, you woke up every morning wishing that the semester was over so that you would never have to take a class or do homework or live in a dorm ever again!)
"Ah, my lost youth! How happy I was!"
(hello? is this on?)

Speaking of lost youth, has anyone else noticed that the older they get, the cooler they were?

When I think back on my thrift-shop-clothes-wearing downtown girl persona of my early twenties, I am overwhelmed with the memories of my intense coolosity. I have pictures (that if I find, I will scan) of my punked out white face/black lipstick/green blush/black leather jacket wearing/Beatle-booted self, and I just remember bopping around the Village, owning the place.

I wore 70's thrift shop clothes! I bowled, ironically! I listened to music that nobody ever heard of! I got a crew cut and dyed part of it green! My God, I was cool!

And I think this until I suddenly remember some of my friends in college, my cafeteria friends, the ones that I had no classes with, but had dinner with at 5p every day, and I crash back down to reality again.

My friends, at least that group of my friends, were genuinely cool. There were Jeremy and Jay who were a great band called The World Famous Bluejays. I always thought that Jeremy was the cutest thing, but I think that he never particularly knew my name. There was Alec, who was in Killdozer (later Sharkey's Machine) and who was punk down to the bone. There was my boyfriend at the time, Greg, who was ahead of his time, fashion-wise. There was that girl who didn't own a single article of clothing that wasn't black.

In this group I was, without question, the least cool of them all. I mean, it's not hard to be the coolest person in a fairly straight group, like my other group of friends, but in a group of the coolest people at NYU, I bowed to my betters.

Hmm, I think I like my false memories better!

I'm so silly! If it's a Journal of the Week, it's got to stay up for the week! Ah well, I'll either get used to it and do it right, or, um, I won't. That pretty much covers all the bases!

Journal of the Week: Elphaba, Diary of.

Today's horoscope:
Careful, conscientious and thorough, today you do a really GOOD job. Discipline and concentration come easily.

One year ago today:
I mean, I would read this thread, but I'd probably shoot myself in the eyes out of boredom, so best that I just don't.

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