I can't go to the grocery store without getting nostalgic. I was there today. When I saw the Cheetos, I thought of my suitemate Evan, who always used to eat them. Then I saw the RC Cola, which I remember having a conversation about with my roommate, Adam. And don't even get me started about the Dr Pepper. Adam always had some around. He's a pepper, and he's got the t-shirt to prove it.

On Thursday I realized that it had been a year since I'd graduated from high school. It was May 29 of last year. So that night, I went through my high school graduation box (not to be confused with my eigth grade graduation box) in which I'd kept all of the memorabilia: cards, awards, my prom ticket, my mortar board (with tassel), and of course, my diploma.

The class of 2008 graduated today. I wish I could have gone to see them because some of them went to my graduation last year. I wonder who the valedictorian was. It's probably the person who's been #1 in the class throughout this year. He always bothered me. As in, he actually took the time to personally annoy me with his constant presence. I heard he got accepted to Harvard. Almost makes me wish I'd applied to Yale. But at least he won't bother me at Florida.

You know, that makes me remember something I don't think I ever mentioned here. I've always been pretty healthy, and I got perfect attendance twice in my first school: once in second grade, and next in, I want to say, seventh. I got it again in ninth grade in high school, and I thought that was cool. And when I attended school every day for the second year in a row, I thought I could have something going here. Sure enough, in eleventh grade, I didn't miss a day. And twelfth grade rounded it out, temptations notwithstanding. As salutatorian, they needed some facts about me to introduce my graduation speech. I supplied the impressive fact that I'd never missed a day of high school. When they mentioned it introducing me at graduation, the whole audience gasped. It was priceless. (My friend Luke told me he thinks he never missed a day either.)

The other day, I was thinking about floppy disks. I had some in junior high. There was a list of school supplies you needed to buy, and floppy disks were on the list. I bought a pack of 10 of them in various colors. Then when we had computer class, we asked the teacher what we needed all these floppy disks for. She said we didn't need them. She didn't even know they were on the list.

I last used a floppy disk in 2003, in my freshman year of high school. It was one of the red ones from the aforementioned pack, and I had a Microsoft Word document on it that I had to write for my art class. I think I still have it around here somewhere because I checked it out while I was going through old stuff last year. The file was still there and everything.

Re-take the photos of your youth and submit the old and new versions: Youngme / Nowme.

In some times and places, dying has been illegal.

This is pretty sad. It almost makes me afraid of elevators. It's a video of a guy who was trapped in an elevator for 41 hours. They didn't find him sooner, presumably, because he got stuck on a Friday night.