Nick Postagulous
Tuesday, December 28, 2004
Chauffeur or Fur Trapper
I just found out that my nineteen meg Excel file has some pretty tragic flaws. Massively tragic. Like, maybe it would be easier to start over and make a new one tragic. It is too late to start my career as a highly paid rich person? Maybe a rock star or corrupt motivational speaker?
When I was in seventh grade, we had some bogus vocational aptitude test, but rather than looking at our skills, it asked what we liked to do. They ran the computer program based on my bubble sheet and it said I should be a Fur Trapper. Since I had been one of the first people to have their sheet taken, I did it again and took out some of the more loner-like answers. Then, it said I should be a Chauffeur.
What Ever Happened To Joey Ruey?
I was thinking the other day about people who were, not necessarily friends, but acquaintances at school when I was growing up. Some of my favorite co-workers in elementary school seem to have dropped off the planet.
Mike Sloup was a classic. I sincerely hope the story he told about doing a ventriloquist act in a talent show is true. He had a bowl of water, and sang Mammy's Little Baby Loves Shortnin' Bread, as he dipped the bread into the water and then fed it to the dummy. Oh, the horror, the horror. Also, Mike and I were in the Carmine Infantino hate club, though I really didn't read Flash comics. But you didn't need to read them to realize that Carmine's artwork totally sucked and was ruining a comic series.
Ann Wagner was a good co-worker in fifth grade. I probably had quite a crush on her, but don't really recall it taking up lots of my time thinking about her, so maybe not. But we sat opposite each other. She is a lot like Alison's mother. Very nice and polite, despite the random crap that goes on around. She was almost one of the popular set of girls, but alas, even though she did get her breasts early (which is better than being in the masons or a debutante as far as lifelong popularity goes) she didn't have that cheerleader air that, say, Stacy Hodges or Tracy Holiday or any of the other uberpopular gals had.
I actually think that Scott Nelson went to high school with us, but Dead Astronaut High School was so large you never really saw people. I was surprised when I ran into Hunter Johnson outside Atlanta Bread Company and found out that he did, in fact, go to high school with me.
And those twins, Mark and David Something, what ever happened to them?
As far a Joey Ruey, I think he must have moved or something around sixth grade. I don't remember much about him, but he was a pretty cool guy.
Oh, and I can't forget Dawn Tomlin. Very cool chick. I don't remember seeing her after around seventh grade. Wait...do I even have that name right. Not the short gal that was the new girl in fourth grade (and what a phenomenon that event was...a new person..holy cow!) but the sandy blonde headed almost-tomboy.
Before I met Matt Sisk, who was my best friend through all grades, my best friend was...crap...I just had her name and I've forgotten it. Jenny...Something. Connel? Conners? Crap.
I wonder how many tracking cookies Classmates.com will put on my machine.
