stinatown Thread

This is guaranteed to get buried, but whatever!

In my first few weeks at college, I hung out with a girl who had gone to high school with me because we already knew one another and we were in a few of the same classes. We hadn't been close in high school, but we were LiveJournal friends (this was the pre-Facebook era).

One day we decided to get lunch together and I met her at her dorm room. She was still getting her stuff together so I stood by her desk waiting for her.

Pinned on the corkboard over he desk was a long piece of paper--actually, two or three sheets of 8.5x11 taped together. As I studied it, I realized quickly that it was an entry from my LiveJournal. It was from last year, and detailed an innocuous afternoon hanging out with my best friend.

"Umm, Amy?" I asked, trying to sound nonchalant. "Why do you have an entry from my LiveJournal on your wall?"

"Oh, that!" she replied completely casually. "I don't know. I guess it reminded me of good times with friends. Ready to go?"

"Sure." And we left. And we never talked about it again.

I almost entirely forgot about it until recently, when my friend brought up that afternoon that I wrote about in the LiveJournal entry. And as I recalled the moment in Amy's dorm room, I realized:

I'm still puzzled as to what the fuck was going on there.