I Found My Classmate!
Thanks to the quick web reflexes of Worldgineer, I was able to call my old high school buddy Tara today. Crazy. Just crazy. I am all cheeks and smiles right now. We were both a little hyper to be in contact again.
I told her I was looking for a high school friend and did she go to my high school? She said yes. I said, "Class of 93?" "Yes," she said. "Oh cool," I said, "I'm Sarah H." "Oh, my God!" she said. "I can't believe I found you!" I said. "Me too, you," she said somewhat confusedly, "I can give you my current address and phone number and stuff and we can stay in touch." "Exactly," I said. So she did, and I did, and now we can.
*Sigh*
Thanks, dear Internet, for coming through for me in a pinch. I knew you would!
(Oh, and World, I owe you $20.)
I told her I was looking for a high school friend and did she go to my high school? She said yes. I said, "Class of 93?" "Yes," she said. "Oh cool," I said, "I'm Sarah H." "Oh, my God!" she said. "I can't believe I found you!" I said. "Me too, you," she said somewhat confusedly, "I can give you my current address and phone number and stuff and we can stay in touch." "Exactly," I said. So she did, and I did, and now we can.
*Sigh*
Thanks, dear Internet, for coming through for me in a pinch. I knew you would!
(Oh, and World, I owe you $20.)
posted by k_sra at 8/18/2004 01:13:00 PM
19 Comments:
Well, it's no wonder Tara couldn't find you. There are like thousands of Sarah Hoaglands on the internet. She was probably just wading through all of them trying to find you.
Forget about the $20. I want a picture of you and Noble Maluf standing in front of his paintings.
Really, I'm glad you found her. It's good to have a past (he says, though he hasn't talked to anyone from high school in years).
Did you make sweet, sweet happy? (I have a one track mind.)
Thanks, World.
honestplus, I wish you would stop saying that! It kinda creeps me out... ;)
Cool beans, good old Tara. I want to see a picture of you, Tara and Noble in front of his paintings, during an eclipse.
Haha! I'll get to work on that, right away.
Sorry about that. (Happy is a natural thing... okay, I am really stopping right NOW.)
So there I was, sitting at my desk today, going about my usual chores, when an associate calls me and says I have a call on "line 801". Never in a million years did I expect to hear my long lost friend on the other line! Sarah, you made my day! :D I remember all of those memories you posted on the other message...Senor Smith, that poor guy. I think we also called him "Lizard" too..and who could forget our tennis coach...uh..what's his name??..."Girls, girls, please, please!" Hehe. And our trip to the Grand Buffet where we came up with our nicknames such as Starving Lady, Famished Femme, Thirsty Broad and Hungry Woman...Ah, the memories! It's Tara by the way. ;)
See? (points above) Isn't she cool? And she remembers stuff I forgot! *sigh* It's just like Christmas.
I hope you will make yourself at home, Tara. Nobody here bites. : )
It's kind of anticlimactic, actually, k-sra. I mean you write this angst ridden blog about not being able to find a long lost pal, and *poof* three hours later there she is, real as life, commenting and acting like she was there all along. Where's the drama? Where's the suspense? Where's the thrill ride of anxiety and anticipation? Where the heck are the 7 minutes of commercial breaks?
(Hey Tara, 'sup?)
Sheesh, you're hard to please! I thought my search would take longer, too. I guess now I *have* to go visit Maluf's paintings. Chopper, when are you free?
[fid] Funny, my experience was much different. There was [k], sad and in need. So I drag and drop Tara's name into my Google search bar, and after a few seconds of looking I find something that might possibly be her. So I post the info and have to wait hours. No, wait, minutes. Two minutes. So I post the info and have to wait two minutes for [k] to respond, and she can't do anything about it until that afternoon! So I come back, hit refresh (stupid Blogger), go back to what I was doing. Repeat this for several hours (please note that the peak on [k]'s popularity graph was likely me - sorry [k]). Waiting and waiting, wondering if [k] and [Tara] will be reunited, or if it's just a wrong number. I wait through a Jaws in 30 seconds movie. I learn new and mildly interesting ways to dance. Finally, just as I begin to fear that [k] decided not to call or was asked out to lunch at the last minute, word came across the wire. [Tara] had been found. [Tara] had been found.
That was beautiful, World, just beautiful.
I'm going to quit reading all these comments and just wait for the movie, or the eclipse, which ever one comes first.
Hi El Fid! Sorry that the online reunion wasn't as dramatic as it could've been, but the mission was accomplished! Yippiee! :D Now I need to gather info for my own Blogger.
Hey, feel free to steal crap off my blog! Not that you need to, being all "internet savvy" and everything... Actually, maybe I should just skip straight to stealing links off you. Hmmm
I need to be innovative or something...Need to light up the world wide web...Something that screams "internet savvy"..Maybe a neon sign that says "VEGAS". I could talk about the annoyances of online dating to...how to get a live bird out of a housecat's mouth...
Ooh, how DO you get a live bird out of a cat's mouth?
Very carefully. And then you have to get the bird back out into nature without the cat leaping up and swiping it away from you taking your hand with it. I've had to take a bird away from my cat twice now. It might be the same bird. If that's the case, what a stupid bird.
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