Mississippi goddamn is a great song, but it's not what this post is about.→[More:]I was at the bus station today, when someone called my name. I looked around and there was this guy who was strangely familiar but whom I couldn't recognize as I have a terrible memory for faces. He said that he's an old classmate of mine, and that he isn't surprised that I didn't recognize him as noone ever does. So we talked a bit and I tried to guess his name. He refused to give it out, though. He did hint that he's studying English Literature at the university.

When I got home fifteen minutes ago, I first looked through my class album but didn't find him there. Then it dawned on me. I switched on my computer and went to the university home page to see if I can find him in the list of students studying English Lit. And I found out that a) my earlier guess had been correct and b) the cheeky bastard had lied to me about his identity. Goddamn I'm so angry now I could beat him to pulp! Or maybe not -- he's bigger and stronger than me. I'm a bit angry with myself as well, as he was one of the few people from my class I would actually have loved to meet and talk to. He left our school after tenth grade (I think), which is why I had forgotten him. My only consolation is that I'm not alone in this.