Reading back in my journal archives (especially my first journal) is interesting, amusing, and often cringe-worthy. I was such an arrogant bastard back then.
Reading back in IM logs (especially to middle school) is even worse.
Anyone else done this and felt similarly?

Other things in life (which mostly follow from each other in some weird convoluted manner):
Work is awesome.
API is hard.
Airfare is expensive.
Yay for (tenative) Christmas plans.
Airplane meals are look tasty.
Domestic first class airplane meals look stupidly easy to make.
Cooking helps me relax.
Cooking for just one person sucks.
Groups make me uncomfortable.
“Group” now seems to be defined as more than 4 people.
Dim sum is tasty.
Tiny, cheap cameras are awesome.
Everyone is getting married.
I’ve never been invited to a wedding. But I have gone to one as a guest with a friend who was invited.
Facebook is creepy.
Love is awesome.
Sleep should happen.

Edit: How is it 3 AM? :(
In any case, I should make more entries like this. Blorp.

This weekend, I went through and tagged (on my computer) all of my photos from middle school and freshman year of high school, as well as about 1/4 of the photos from sophomore year.

I also posted random selections of the middle school photos onto Facebook.

Overall, this has left me with a huge sense of nostalgia, and a feeling of jealousy that kids today have access to cheap cameras to document their childhoods.

The first part, I suppose, is expected. It seems like not too long ago when we were eighth graders, feeling excited that we were soon growing up and going to *gasp* high school. Yet, it’s been 9 years. Some of the people I sat around the lunch table with are engaged or married. Most have graduated with degrees and gone to get jobs. It’s amazing how much can change in a decade.

Even high school photos, which somehow seem significantly more recent, are now remnants from a time long past. Going back and seeing the first photos of some people I now consider close friends… seeing all the relationships grow and change and end. It seems strange to consider that there were times before you knew the important people in your life. It seems even stranger to consider that some of your closest friends then are people you rarely, if ever, communicate with now.

I suppose this entry is rather disjoint and I’m not really sure what I’m writing any more. At least I don’t find myself missing the past as much as simply reminiscing on it. Hopefully this means that my life is such that I have no regrets about where I’ve ended up.

Yay life.