[What year was it?]
1984. Yes, we read the novel in English class.
[What were your three favorite bands?]
Urm. God. I don't think I was even listening to music much back then. Bach, maybe?
[What was your favorite outfit?]
Clothes? Those are those things you put on so you're not naked, right? It doesn't matter.
[What was up with your hair?]
A fucking grease bomb. You want stereotypical geek, just look at me in high school. Or jr high. Or grade school. I went a week at a time without showering; I never got really stinky, but my hair... *shudder*
[Who was your best friend?]
Michael Babinec. (not a tough decision; I only really had two or three friends.)
[What did you do after school?]
Watched TV. Played on the computer. BBSed.
[Where did you work?]
I was 12! I couldn't work.
[Did you take the bus?]
Took the bus home.
[Who did you have a crush on?]
Elizabeth Cole. Cute, and had an amazing rack.
[Did you fight with your parents?]
[Who did you have a CELEBRITY crush on?]
Erin Gray, from Buck Rogers. Rar.
[Did you smoke cigarettes?]
Never have; never had the inclination.
[Did you lug all of your books around in your backpack all day because you were too nervous to find your locker?]
My locker was seven rows down and nine in. I think.
[Did you have a 'clique'?]
With all of three, maybe four friends? Tchaa, sure.
[Did you have a "Max" like Zach Kelly and Slater?]
Sorry, I'm Gen X, not Gen Y. (Also, no.)
[Admit it, were you popular?]
Are you fucking kidding me? Hell no.
[Who did you want to be just like?]
Steve Wozniak! (See 'stereotypical nerd', above.)
[What did you want to be when you grow up?]
A particle physicist!
[Where did you think you'd be at the age you are now?]
Twenty years later? In eighth grade I remember thinking "Wow, in 2000 I'll be 27. That's so old! I have no idea what I'll be like then."
[What advice would you give your freshman self?]
Hi, me! You have ADD, Asperger's, Dysthymia, Social Phobia, and Gender Dysphoria! The ADD's what's been making your life hell, academically, since sixth grade; the Asperger's will start to crack a little in junior year when you get depressed (but will still make your life hell, socially; you still won't be able to read people's social intentions well.) Go see a good shrink who makes you happy, not the parental units, and give them this laundry list. (Also ask your parents to tell said shrink about your dead older sister. And you, too.) You aren't really fat, despite what the doctor said. Shower at least every other day, I'm not kidding. And buy stock in Cisco, Microsoft, and Sun Microsystems.
Compared to how I was in high school, I'm deliriously happy now, despite my bitching and occasional depressive spells. And in general, things are pretty good. Life continues to get better.