Was just called awake by one of my ex-classmates. He's organising a reunion party.
Reunion => Lots of people who only knew me as the shy, grey-mouseish gil I was in High School. Party => I'll be wearing my vynil trousers and tight shirt (quite possibly me 'Nobody Knows I'm a Lesban shirt, if only cae it'll save me 653 explanations), and be rather gothed out in general. Result: Um. People are going to be shocked. I mean, Johnny was kind of shocked I'd quit school, which is really nothing in comparison to the external metamorphosis I've gone through.