The good old days

So I was thinking last night about how much fun we had in that school whose accursed name we shall not speak (or type). And I decided to have a reminiscent blog entry and remember how:

• You used to have a crush on a girl for years and years and then came out of the closet at age 18.
• You had cybersex with a certain boy who loved ice skating and whose "love has fallen like a dead goose".
• You used to like your cousin. So did you.
• You gave a 20+ year old stranger a massage in his hotel room.
• You stabbed your friend in the thigh with a fork.
• You once thought you were pregnant because you gave him a hand job.
• You once caused an accident by just opening the car door.
• You fell down three times on the roof of the building we were staying in.
• Someone fell down the stairs a whole lot.
• We cried over Take That "Back for Good".
• We had fun in Club 311.

And that's just some of it. We really had fun, huh? Maybe that's why life is so boring and mundane and depressing now. It's relative.