Bon's Mots

Tosses her head ‘n flips her hair
She got a whole bunch of nothin in there

- Valley Girl, Frank Zappa

There are ref­er­ences to “Banananose Joe”. That would be the then-principal of our school who would con­sis­tently tell us we’d be mov­ing into our brand new build­ing and then push the date. We called him Banananose be­cause his nose kept grow­ing every time he spoke. Not sur­pris­ingly, he later be­came a Liberal MPP.

May 2/83

Don’t look at me, Journal! I got a hair­cut and it looks ugly! Yuck, phooey, and all that jazz! I failed the typ­ing as­sign­ment! Oh well, c’est la vie! Well, there’s nothin’ to write about so I might as well close off. Bye!

May 4/83

Hey Journee! We got a sup­ply to­day and he moved over of Daniela’s loves of her life — Joe R. Hey, I just no­ticed some­thing — she isn’t here! She phoned me this morn­ing and said that she woke up late and she prob­a­bly couldn’t make it — isn’t that just like Boogie! We played against Henry Carr yes­ter­day. We re­ally beat ‘em — 11 – 0 for them! But I didn’t say in the score!

Hey, I think I still like you know who — yah, that’s right E.M. I dunno, like I think I still have a thing for him. Like it’s to­tally awe­some, don­cha know? Like gross me out the door! I think I, like, re­ally bombed out on typ­ing, like that Conte is re­ally bitchen when it comes to tests and as­sign­ments, to­tally! I bet the whole school, like, knows about the grody score 11 – 0, fer sure, to­tally! They put me in front of this, like, go­rilla! fer sure, she was so awe­some. Then they tell me, like, to cover her? — like if she fell on me, all her ugly body squish­ing mine, gag me with a spoon, gross!!! Well, like, there was this to­tally awe­some cute hunk on the bus this morn­ing, like, you should’ve seen him, like, to­tally ter­rific! But, like, he looked 23. Well, like I have to close up, so bye!

May 9/83

Ahh! Don’t look at me, I’ve got PINK EYE! Why do they call it pink eye when your eye turns red? What’s wrong with Red Eye? And like a fool, I put [on] eye­liner. Come on call me names. Stupid! Crazy! Anyway, I have to go. Bye!

May 12/83

We are not in the school yet! What a liar Banananose is. He tells us so many dates, I think the school is grow­ing cob­webs. Why am I writ­ing on pink pa­per? No, not to match my eyes. I don’t have any line pa­per. Oh, I should’ve stayed home, you’ll never know if sud­denly to­mor­row, every­one comes in with pink eye. We have a sci­ence quiz to­day — ohhh —-! Did I study — noooo. Boogie for­got to bring me by sci­ence notes cause I was away. Soccer prac­tice tonight. You know what the score was last day against Basils? 4 – 0 (0 is for us). Yah, we didn’t have enough play­ers and I was play­ing de­fence — boy did I trip that for­ward! Then I have this big bruise. Oh well, c’est la vie!

May 16/83

“No, we are not in the school, YET!” as Banananose Joe would say. Oh well! Well, it’s an­other bor­ing day. On Saturday, Boogie, Angie P — – and I were walk­ing around the Palisades when these hunks on the sev­enth floor of the big build­ing were whistling at us and telling us to come up! Me and Angie start yelling, “Come on down, if you’re not chicken.” While Boogie was act­ing in her slutty way, Angie yells out “Come down here and I’ll show you some ac­tion you’ll never for­get!” Well, then we went to the mall, and then to the lobby of my build­ing and be­fore we went in, they go, “Hey, come up!” and Angie goes, “Get some more hunks and we’ll have an orgy.” Then we de­cided to call on Marco and act like teasers. So we go in the side of the build­ing and they start yelling out “Seventh floor!” We then call Marco and start walk­ing with him and Angie + I start yelling “We get bet­ter ac­tion down here!” while I see my fa­ther — well, I’ll con­tinue next day. Bye!

May 18/83

Did I say I was gonna con­tinue my story? Oh, yeah, where were we. Oh, so we go into the side of the build­ing and they kept on yelling “Seven!” Angie wanted to go up and I start say­ing “They’re prob­a­bly get­ting ready!” so then we call on Marco to come down. He comes down and we start walkin’ to the rec. Angie starts yelling, “We get bet­ter ac­tion down here!” They musta thought we were some kinda teasers. Then we start talkin’ at the rec and then we walked Angie home and well that’s it. And I can see those guys off my bal­cony and they can see me. Guess what — we bet Queen of Piss at soc­cer = 2 – 1. First minute we scored. I was a ter­rific de­fense which every­body said, and for that, I get a sprained an­kle. If we beat Bosco, we go into the play­offs and we don’t have to play Carr. But if we lose, we still get into the play­offs and we play Carr. Bye!

May 26/83

What a yucky day, to­day, man! First, I came late and now I have a de­ten­tion! Then, I can’t go to my locker to get my books out and then I still didn’t fin­ish my es­say: I have to come af­ter school, and we have a re­li­gion test that I com­pletely for­got about, and I have to do my sci­ence. And to top it all off — these shoes are killing my feet! Speaking of shoes, I have to go to the Sheridan tonight be­cause I have to buy new shoes. Tomorrow’s the din­ner for the soc­cer team. Yeah we lost against Carr — 7 – 0. Well, at least we bet Madonna and Queen of Piss and made it to the play­offs! Well, there’s noth­ing to write — oh yeah — our dance is on June 10^th, and R — – ‘s sweet six­teen is on the 11^th, which nobody’s go­ing to. I gotta go, now. Bye!