Life In Rome

Around junior year...everyone starts dieting.  Really, I'm glad I don't have girls, because I wouldn't have a clue how to prevent this.  We were all around a size six!

 

Fish Love

A rare note from me.  BFF saved mine, too, and gave them to me a few years back.  "C" was my first love.  We met freshman year at a dance.  He had just moved to Texas from Malibu, and I thought he was oh-so-cool with his surf wax, his new wave hair that fell in his face, his leather tie...we "dated" off and on for the entire year.  Dating meant hanging out in groups at the mall, mostly, but whatever.  The guy must have had the patience of a saint--since we were always surrounded by people, we didn't actually kiss until the summer after we met!  By sophomore year, we were mostly off.  But obviously, this was during an "on" period.  His neoghborhood friend would like to sneak out at night and visit his girlfriend, and he needed "C" to boost him p to her window, so while they fooled around, "C" would have nothing to do, so he'd come knock on my window in the middle of the night and I'd sneak out and make out with him in his van.  Ah, young love!  "C" moved back to California junior year, but I never forgot him!

 

Cougar In Training

Happy Friday!  I like a good "C" note for Fridays...always bubbly and talking about partying.  I can't remember if C married someone younger.  I did.  Truly, though, I think we all dated guys younger than we were at one point or another.

 

Total Rebellion!

Hello, little piggies!  (As one of my friends started many a note...)

I have no idea why we had a secret day off, nor do I have any clue what we had planned (aside from drinking, apparently), but it sure sounds exciting!  SILIS translation below, for those of you who are experiencing end-of-the-week brain death.

"Tomorrow morning I'm going to drink some Ronrico.  After all, you're only a teeenager once; you might as well live it up.  We're gonna have such a blast!  (Unless _____ comes)  Does he know we'll be there?  I kinda doubt he'll want to hang around us anyway...since we "hate his guts" and all.

I'm glad you liked that story about the U.S. Open.  I think it's kind of weird.    By the way, I'm serious about weed.  I'd rather smoke than drink; I'd rather be high than low.  But weed is very expensive.  However, T owes me some favors....But even though grass is better than alcohol for you, it seems worse 'cause it's illegal for everyone. 

What kind of clothes are you bringing?

If you want to hear something really sick, ask me about my dream last night.  I woke up feeling really evil. 

The freshmen in this room make me very intolerant.  I want to hurt them badly.

If, perchance, some friggin administrator decides we can't afford to miss a day, it will be...TR.  TOTAL REBELLION!

Sorry, sorry!

My computer went belly up on Saturday, and it took me until now to get it up and running long enough to transfer the stuff I had scanned to the new computer.  Here's a double for your trouble.

Yes, I worked at Safeway--my first real job.  That's my nametag up there on the right.

Wonder who the demi-god was?  I am frightened to think that my oldest is just five years from driving.  We were obviously way to immature,  and we were girls!

Hungry Teenagers

I can't get over how often we mentioned food and how hungry we were.  It's a wonder we weren't all as big as houses, but we weren't.  Makes me nervous about our grocery budget when my kids get a few years older!

Translation for "Spell It Like It Sounds" note below, but try to read it--it's funnier that way.  Oh, and "C" (who is reading this blog), you're the little spaz!

Lucky you, a note in "spell it like it sounds"!  You know something?  I never write notes to anyone but you.  Feel proud!   "Say it loud, I'm black and I'm proud"  makes me think of ___________
 I'm in Morality, doing group work.  Sure.  Does this look like group work to you? 
 I crave an Arby's jamocha shake.  Yummy.
 So...did B have anything interesting to say last night?  Has he asked you to marry him yet?  When he does, can I be in the wedding? 
 S said he doesn't really think you're rude because I let you read the note.  He was only hazing you.

 Are y'all going to the Greek Festival?  K was asking me, "Are you going with T?  I hope she knows there's gonna be no privacy!"  She and MK think this writing is really wild.  Now she's talking about baklava.  I'm hungry again.
 Remember that "What Turns You On" quiz?  Well, T said painted toenails gave him a four.  S gave 'em a four, too!  I don't know why they feel that way.  Mommy painted mine last night.  Cute, isn't it?
 I can't wait to go to the Renaissance Festival.  We must go, and we must eat a lot!  I wish they would get off their butts and make some fried ice cream!  Remember their french fries?  I'm getting all excited over food.  How scary!
 I can hear S giggle from way across the room.  What a little spaz!
 T's losing it!
   l-        S
T said hi



Locker Trauma

There wasn't a whole lot of theft at our school, and we didn't keep anything valuable in our lockers, so most of us would purchase a lock at the beginning of the year, and then leave it slipped through the hole, but hanging open.  No one wanted to take the time to work the combination between classes.  So it was quite common to come back from Christmas break to find you had locked your locker before you left and completely forgotten the combination.  Additionally, it was a good way to mess with someone--lock their locker and they'll be sure to waste at least 30 minutes tracking down the custodian with the lock cutters and be late for class.

Oh, and if anyone can remember what film/book my friend is referring to here, I'll be relieved if you'd let me know.  The name "Wilky" is triggering my memory, but not hard enough to tell me where it came from.

A Different HoJo

My freshman year of high school (84-85) we went to see Howard Jones in concert at Astroworld, and I fell in love.  Well, we all did, but I was probably the most obsessed.  Many notebooks are filled with his song lyrics.  Even I don't get it now!

Fake Glasses and Football Players

We all bought fake glasses at Claire's.  Wish I had a picture on one of us in them--they were HUGE!  I've seen similar ones on teens lately, I wonder if the gigantic frames are coming back?

College Boys

Senior year, I think.  We had had enough of long term boyfriends (boring!) and were just dating around.  Somehow, H and I seemed to find guys in pairs.  M and P were college guys who were way more interested in us than we were in them.  P.S.  Open Lab=study hall, free period, etc.

Whoops

Meant to include this one with the other "C" note.

Underwear Run!

C and I are still friends today...just had lunch with her on Friday, and she's still as bubbly as she sounds in these notes.  But also funny, and a bit of a smartass.  And, apparently, hungry all the time, as she mentions it in just about every note!  "Company" is Performing Arts Company--musicals and such.

39 cent hamburgers!  I used to eat three of them for lunch, plus fries, and remained a size 6-8.  Ah, to be a teenager again!

Ultimately, In Essence, In and Of Itself

I have no idea why BFF and I called each other Ghunga Din and Rin Tin Tin.

Class Time Well Spent

I wasted more time in RC Trad class than any other.  Really though, I wasn't missing anything.  Other than the occasional temper tantrum and some odd twitches that led us to believe he wore a hair shirt, our teacher offered up very little.    To be fair, I doubt there's a more tedious subject to teach than Roman Catholic Tradition, but there had to be a better way.  I saved my notebook from that class because it was so filled with doodles, song lyrics, and scribbles back and forth with classmates that there was very little room for any actual notes.  This particular teacher had the habit of using certain expressions over and over and over and over.  BFF and I started keeping daily tallies and reporting back to each other.

RN and Louie Welch

So, it's 1985...AIDS is still very new to the scene.  Houston's candidate for mayor at the time is asked what he thinks should be done about the growing epidemic.  His answer?  "Shoot the queers!"  Only in Texas...
Even a bunch of self-absorbed fifteen year olds could see what a political gaffe this was.  This is pretty much the end of the notebook.  Don't know if we just lost interest, or what.  I have another notebook, but I think I'll spend a week or so with some other things before I get to it. 
P.S.  RCT= Roman Catholic Tradition class

Below is a random note I found with a hilarious list.  I wish I had the rest of it...the end part is just a discussion of characters on All My Children.

Oh, and hey, if you're reading, post a little note or comment now and then...there's no counter on this blog, so for all I know, I'm shouting in an empty room! Thanks. SC

Blood and Sex

I think we talked big at this age, with very little action.

Confession Is Embarassing For The Soul

You All May Go To Hell And I Will Go To Texas

And of course, my "yew-ston" proud friend, H, had to start a new debate.

England v. America, Resolved!

America v. England, Part II