I found out this week that I went to middle school with Clay Aiken. Now, I know almost nothing about this guy, except:
1) He has rabid fans.
2) Apparently, he's famous.
3) He can sing.
I looked at our school yearbook and went to his website, and here's what I now know:
1) He was adorable in his picture (he was 12, I was 13--I was a little less adorable, but then again, I was going through puberty).
2) He had a different name back then--so my Ebay prospects for the yearbook aren't looking good.
3) And from his website...let's just say that I don't think I missed out much by not hanging out with him at Daniels. Ugh. Sappy Christian pop.
BUT the other news is that a guy in my office--my 10 person office that my company randomly assigned me to--also went to middle school with me. We were in the same year and never had a class together, but we knew some of the same people. So it turns out that the girl who had a crush on him in elementary school hung out with me incessantly (somewhat against my will) in high school, and was...also very good friends with Clay Aiken (nee Grissom). I wonder if they still hang out--it would be a nice consolation prize for her, since she beat me out for least popular kid in school two years' running ('til I escaped to Enloe, where no one was popular except ANDY CAMPBELL). I almost feel like contacting Clay just to find out what happened to her--she doesn't google as well as he does.
Scary though. A kid born almost exacly a year after me now has his own page on Wikipedia.