High School Never Ends

It's official high school never ends. I've been away from the institution of twenty years and still I am haunted by it with my upcoming school reunion. I look back at those five years and realize it left me with a few important things my best friend in the world and my love of art and literature. Apart from that high school was basically pure hell for me.
I had a very limited friend base because I chose to like what I liked and didn't care what others thought of me for it. I wasn't a kid that studied hard,infact I didn't study at all, I didn't ditch classes because where else was there to go in a small town.


I hated maths with a passion and I still do. I worked after school to earn money to buy all the things I loved, CD's, stereo equipment,books and the odd bottle of booze for a party.
 I was nice to most the people at school I didn't have my first boyfriend until I was 15 and Facebook made me glad he was my then boyfriend and not my now one.He used to be a rebel and now I can't see what got me so excited about him.


My best friend hated me for a full 12 months in high school. Thank God she got over whatever was up her ass,because to be honest I can't remember what it was all about,but I do remember that it got nasty. We are still friends I think because we know each others embarrassing secrets and the word blackmail gets tossed around a lot.


I remember the popular group that were all really just people who's parents gave them the easy life, which involved cash and freedom to do basically whatever they wanted as long as they didn't get caught.I actually had a few of these people as friends outside of school but at school I was persona non-grate.


I'm thinking back to the not so distant past,not only because of my 20 year reunion, I also had to walk through my old high school with my daughter at my side. I never planned for the latter to happen I had plans to be far from this place by the time the kids were old enough to be attending high school. That plan worked for a bit but then after my divorce I headed for familiar ground, so here I am.
The place still smells the same, eucalyptus trees and something I've never been able to place. I even spotted a few teachers that I tortured when all they did was try and educate me. I hope I've made amends to these educators by sending them my non rebellious, eager to learn spawn and not her hellion twin sister who not only would fight them every step of the way,but is to smart for her own good.


My reunion will be interesting and instead of running in the opposite direction screaming,I have decided to go and see what hand fate has seen fit to deal all of these people I spent my teen years observing. Sure there are a few that I hope have gained 40kg and have been effected by gravity in a bad way,but  I hope some of them made it in the world.


I also have realized that high school never ends because as a parent I have to listen to all the complaints of bitchiness, be informed of who's doing who and be thankful that my girls think that the first years of high school is not the time to be sleeping with boys. Sometime my daughters even come home with stories that make me wish I was back there because it may never end but high school has changed for the better in so many ways.
I never had a teacher notice if I was having a rough time but now they are all over it socially and academically. I looked at all the high tech toys they have in classrooms and the fact the system now recognizes that some kids learn better practically not theoretically. Improvements have been made.


Now I must get back to finding the perfect dress for the reunion, yes I'm still not afraid to be different and I know I will be judged. At this time in my life that judgement will be like water off a ducks back. I'm tall, I'm blonde,my ass doesn't need a wide load sign (yet) and I have a kick ass attitude, so even if someone does call me by that nickname that used to make me cringe, I can turn around, smile and say "Mattel are still making Barbie Dolls because we are classic".

Six Degrees of Seperation

I have a complaint and it's to  the serial chatters that can't step away from the keyboard and into the real world. Yes most of us have made friends on places like Yahoo,ICQ or Live Messenger. We have also made friends at the pub, the racecourse, the beach, the grocery store or maybe through our work.

When you catch up with a friend you met 6 years ago while at a job you've since moved on from, you don't say "at work" but a chatter will say " in chat". This drives me insane
I mean yes it was nice to meet you put a face to the ID and maybe if your lucky remember your given name the one your parents chose for you. I have made some awesome friends ( non serial chatters) through chat rooms back in chats hey day, now I only lurk during my holidays or if the kids are elsewhere occupied and want anything to do with me.
The friend you met at the pub won't expect you to know whats going on in the lives of everyone else at the bar that night, but a chatter will. The chatter expects you to be up to date with all the gossip even when you haven't been in a room in months.


Yes, I hear you all saying if you can't handle the heat stay out of the kitchen, but I do enjoy a bit of a chat now and then. What I don't enjoy is  the fact that I know a person a chatter knows it means I must have met them in chat. It's a small world and I've traveled I don't need a chat room to have a 45% chance of knowing somebody that lives on the other side of Australia from me without the benefit of chat and that chance increases with the more social circles that we have in common.

Facebook's mutual friends list sometimes makes me go WOW! six degrees of separation. My x boyfriend, from 20 yrs ago sister, knows your brother. That kind of thing.
It's always intrigued me how the dynamics of the chat friendship works.
When I first started to chat I assumed I'd never meet these people that were locked inside my computer but over the years I have reached out and met a few and some of those weren't by design they just happened to be in the same vicinity.
some I've held onto in the real world but the serial chatters I still say hello to if I slink into a chat room apart from that I'm not running off to spend time with them.

The few I've met and enjoy spending time with I'd bend over backwards to see again or to help out, even if I'm not in their lives on a daily basis. these are the ones that don't just connect to me as a chatter but as a real live person.

Where the hell are my comments!?

Yes as the title says WHERE THE HELL ARE MY COMMENTS? 

I write, you read and yes I know you read and if you don't read I know most of you Google "elephant sex" in your spare time. It's all there in black and white stats.

I figure I've been patient  waiting for my first comment to arrive but noooo it's a non event. Come on, you'd think someone warped enough to write a story entitled "elephant sex" would warrant a comment as it's one of the interwebz users favorite topics. 

Yes I'm a demanding cow but FFS you'd think a little feedback wouldn't damage your keyboards. Obviously I was wrong. If you don't want to shame yourself by leaving a comment please at least share my dribble with your friends, see I can compromise.

Maybe write me a lil story on why none of you can leave a comment I don't care how ridiculous or twisted it maybe it's just be nice one day to wake up and be able to read something.

One again let me re iterate..... Where the hell are all my damn comments?!!!?

Dating Horrors Be True To Thy Self

Being a single parent I've tried to get back into dating numerous times, for a lot of reasons. I've in the past run block  for friends, I've tried internet dating and meeting people through friends and so far none have been a great success.

I have a friend that tells me that it's probably because I have to many prejudices, and another friend that doesn't get why I don't have men lined up round the block, but really I think it's because I'm 36 years old and I'm not as good as I once was.

I'm carrying probably 15kg more weight than I was 4 months ago that I'm desperately trying to shift. I have problems letting people get close to me ( I know I need to take the barrier down) and  I have absolutely no idea what I'm doing.

When I was younger  it was easier go out get my drink on and dance till dawn and during that time find somebody I was attracted to.

Now I can't even decide what I'm looking for in a man other than I want him to have his own life and not live in my hip pocket. 

I am not a gold digger I don't know anyone with enough money to dig anyway. I like to pay my own way in this world. I like to live within my means and I like honesty.

I am not desperate for someone to love me, I'm pretty happy on my own which brings me to my point, all the desperate and dateless women I have come across that use internet dating sites and the chances they take. Some don't even tell anyone else that they are getting dressed to the nines and running out to meet a potential axe murder.

One lady tells me that she sent 100's of dollars to a US Army Colonel who needed money to take care of his dying daughter while he served in South Africa. He told her he had no access to his bank accounts.

I have no idea why this didn't yell SCAM very loudly at her but no she believed him even though the facts that the US army takes care of it's own and that if he can't access bank accounts how is he sitting on the internet all night talking to her. HELLO!! It occurred to me these women have more money than sense and are desperate to be loved no matter what the consequences happen to be.

I don't ever want to fall into the above category I'd rather remain single for the rest of my life and become the crazy cat lady of my street scaring small children, maybe even becoming an urban legend.   

I hope to find a keeper one day but I don't NEED to find one.