I have come to the realization that I am a very sentimental fooker. I find myself sitting there with a blank expression or stupid grin thinking about times past and reliving them within my mind. Sometimes wishing to go back, other times hella relieved to be over and done with.
Good times and bad, nostalgic all the same. For instance, the high times:
The look on Brixx's face when I got him point blank between the eyes with my borrowed super-soaker 7500000.
When I nearly broke my ankle (okay, exaggeration, but hey!) while bowling with the gang and still pulling a spare.
When carpooling with slavepoet to school, when we decided on a whim, 'nah screw that' and blew our lunch money on Terminator 2 at the arcade.
and the lows:
Telling Harmz that I was quitting the band.
Almost not graduating from high school.
Watching my dad stagger to the plane on his way for a major medical operation on the mainland.

What would I give to relive those years? Name it.

Would I actually go through with it? Probably not.

Eesh, what is wrong with me? "Live in the now" I keep telling people.
Perhaps I should take my own advice?