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