Dear high school self,
Your journal entries are so long they take me forever to type. I've been working on Prom and it just goes on and on and on. I mean, it's interesting and all, just long. I will never transcribe, by the way, your 24.5 page entry about that time that Fred took pity on you enough to take you to the local pizza place, we'll call it Gollum's. The whole event was 40 minutes, including Fred picking you up, which means you basically transcribed the whole thing word for word.

I'm more confused about how the trip was so short since when you go to Gollum's a bunch of times in a few years, and they have the worst service EVER, no matter which location, so yeah, it's a miracle you apparently got in and out in 30 minutes. Oh, and you saved a pocket size version of their menu. You may have gotten rid of that, though -- Let me check. Yep, still there. Sorry, high school self, I'm tossing it, because for one, Gollum's still has the same freaking menu, 9 years later. Now that I'm thinking about it maybe I should keep it as an accurate current reference... you know what, no. No. I am not encouraging you, high school self! I don't care how functional this is now, it's going away!

So anyways, what was I telling you about? Oh yeah. A picture of Fred showed up in your Facebook feed. He's still not on Facebook, but apparently his friends are, and let me tell you, I don't see what you saw in him. Well, I suppose it was that he pitied you enough to dance with you four times at dances (you asked him every single time, FYI, but I'm sure I needn't remind you), that he pitied you enough to pick you up and drive you to get salads at that pizza joint.. and don't worry, high school self. You'll get over him. I'm not gonna lie, it's gonna be a rough road. You'll go to a couple of his soccer games in college, and wait till he chooses your college to be his Grad school! Oh, high school self, you'll be over him even by then, but you'll still shit yourself when you see him hop on the bus, and take a mental note of the fact it was by Lake Huron Drive, (by the supermarket, so maybe he lives over there), just because old habits die hard.

Anyways, you'll see Fred and his girlfriend, and you'll be happy for him, in that distant way, since you don't care a whole lot about Fred anymore.

But that doesn't mean I won't make fun of you a shit ton for liking Fred so much for those few years of high school. So don't think you're off the hook.

Love,
Future self