on saving memories

I wish I could whisper in the ear of the high-school/early-college me, and tell her that it would all work out. I unpacked a bunch of old papers tonight, and couldn't stop myself from reading a few things which made me want to cringe. Gawd, my hair looked stupid at prom. For the low, low price of way too much money, the school sold these Senior books that you could write your memories in, paste some photos, add some of those graduation cards from your friends, and then have your friends and teachers sign it. These were better than yearbooks because they didn't come in until fall, when you have already graduated. Anyway, I seriously, seriously want to throw mine away. However, I am such a sap that I feel like I have to keep any item of sentimental value, but it's so lame that it makes my teeth hurt, and also.. perhaps it's stupid to worry about this, but I'm terrified that if I died tomorrow, someone would go through my stuff and read it. I don't even want M to read it.. well, that could be that I especially don't want M to read it. *shudder* Horrible, stupid high-school stuff.

Anyway. Speaking of saved memories, M sent me after electrical tape on Friday night, and so I went rummaging through the junk drawer. I didn't find any, but I did find a postcard from Washington DC, sent to M. The name was illegible but I correctly deduced it was one of M's friends, who has spent quite a bit of time in the US. So I read it. It was mostly in Swedish with a couple of sentences in English, and I tend to use things like that as language practice. Anyway, the part that jumped out at me happened to be in English. "How's it going with da Marie?" So I, being totally unsmooth, yell, "Who the hell is Marie?" in the general direction of the other room. M comes out, looking totally confused, and reads the postcard. Really, I am not psycho nutso jealous because.. yes, I do realize that he actually met a couple of girls before he met me.. I just had never heard of one named Marie and was curious. BUT! He claims that he has no idea who Marie is, and now HE is also really curious as to what he meant. I am beginning to wonder, though. You remember my internet pr0nstar story? It is all coming together now.. It must be his selective memory at play! (Edited to add: if you followed this link from the comments of ozswede's entry, I would just like to clarify that my husband is not actually an internet pr0n star. It was a joke from a while back.)

I have also had another good laugh at M's expense today. He made the hideous mistake of mentioning that a few people at work call him really strange nicknames, including, in a couple of cases, the occasional "Mag-dawg". Mag-dawg! I LOVE IT! I have used it repeatedly throughout the day. The last time, I called his new nickname into the living room so that he would come into the kitchen to see what I wanted. "Did you want something or did you just want to bug me?" he asked with some annoyance, "KISH?" Then he licked my forehead in retribution, and I shut the heck up and life has moved on, and sadly, I shall have to retire Mag-dawg to the nickname equivalent of Florida. Seriously, I HATE it when people call me that. (That's Kish like "dish".. not like Keysh, which is not wildly offensive because it's mainly just dropping the "a" but no one ever really calls me that so it does sound weird.) It was fun while it lasted... Maggers.

Oh, and stewlis? I did manage to finally throw out that binder full of Java programs. *laugh* I figured, hey, if I ever wanted to look at them again, I still have the textbook, just like I did the first time! ;)