Life is but a memory

I just finished going through all of my pictures which caused a flood of memories from high school to invade my head. (I'm packing, I swear). There were so many good times and so many good friends. Too bad a lot of them turned out to be dirty cunts who I would never want to associate myself with--it's a shame, really. Oh well, c'est la vie, as they say.

But man. Those were some damn good times. Especially 3AL and 4AL, the exchange trip to England, birthdays, cafeteria lunches, and random late nights in someone's basement. Change, they say, is one of your greatest friends and worst enemies, all rolled into one nice, neat little package.

God...so much shit to organise and pack. Ugh.