Category Archives: Reminiscing

Looking back at things I wrote when I was young. Boy, was I silly.

Jul 20 2011

When We Were Young: Suddenly Last Summer

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Wrapped in your mys­te­ri­ous won­der­land
Caught in your su­per­fi­cial non-existent fairy story

- Wonderland, XTC

These are my last jour­nal en­tries from the ninth grade. I hope you en­joyed read­ing them as much as I did. Stay tuned for September when I post my jour­nal en­tries from the tenth grade.

June 1/83

I am go­ing to Wonderland! Saturday, me, Angie and Daniela are gonna have fu-u-un! What a yucky day! I can’t fin­ish my re­li­gion es­say and I don’t know it feels yucky. Well, I’m in study right now, I mean sci­ence and we’re talkin’ about the most in­ter­est­ing, mind bog­gling an­i­mal in the world! THE FRUIT FLY! Oooh, big stuff! I am so bored.… Continue tonight.

I am just writ­ing to see how I write with this pen, so if you’ll just ex­cuse me, there! That’s good enough.

June 3/83

Well, do you like my new form of writ­ing? Our dance is on June 10, and — — – said to look good be­cause Jimmy’s gonna be there. And say if Basic’s gonna be there. Confused. That’s what the whole world is to­day. Did you hear Dr. Demento and Weird Al Yankovich on Chum FM this morn­ing? What a hi­lar­i­ous pair. Tomorrow I’m gonna go to Wonderland! The roller coast­ers, scream­ing in the ears, smell of vomit! Doncha just love it? I’m go­ing with Angie + Daniela. But like it’s gonna pour! Oh well, c’est la vie. He’s a gonna check if we-a done da English home­work. Do you think I did? Nooooooo! Did you know I had an ar­gu­ment with my rice krispies? Well, I turned around to get my milk when one of them shouted ob­sen­i­ties at me. I didn’t know who it was but I in­tend to find out! (that’s a joke I heard on the ra­dio). Bye!

June 7/10

Hello Journal. Well it looks like this is the last time (sniff) I’ll be writ­ing in you! But there is the sum­mer and if I meet any new loves, like in sum­mer school, I’ll keep in touch. Boris — ohhh. I went to this Croatian park on Sunday and when lo! what do my eyes be­hold! A gor­geous hunk-of-a-babe called Boris. He looks like John Stamos. Guess who’s com­ing to our dance — Jimmy. Remember? Last dance? But say if you-know-who is there. What a mess I’ll have! I’m be­gin­ning to be­have like ol’ Boogie. Anyway, parked across from us was these gor­geous rock­ers, well one of them was cute. And were they star­ing! Well, I got wrap it up. O’Toole’s gonna have a throm­bo­sis if I don’t close up. Bye!

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Jul 7 2011

When We Were Young: My Ever Changing Moods

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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 10th, and R — – ‘s sweet six­teen is on the 11th, which nobody’s go­ing to. I gotta go, now. Bye!

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Jun 23 2011

When We Were Young: Moments in Love

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There’s a time when every girl learns to use her head
Tears will be saved till they’re bet­ter spent
There’s no time for her to be afraid
So in­stead, she takes care of busi­ness
Keeps a cool head
A girl in trou­ble is a tem­po­rary thing

- A Girl in Trouble (Is a Temporary Thing), Romeo Void

What hap­pens af­ter a 14-year-old Catholic school­girl falls for a boy she meets at a dance? If that girl was me, noth­ing. I never saw the boy again. I’d love to know what hap­pened to Jimmy, the Fred Astaire to my Ginger Rogers.

April 6/83

Well, it’s the third time O’Toole’s com­ing to check you and he bet­ter give us a good mark. Did you hap­pen to see E.M. to­day? He shouldn’t have cut his hair. He looks like a fag, but he’s still cute. We had to do a rough draft of our es­say. You think I did it? No-o-o-o, but I’m not alone. Me, Mary + Mark are in the same league. Exams to­mor­row, Eng. + French — I hate French. Well, I’m bored and there’s noth­ing to write in you. Bye!

P.S. I got a 70% in his­tory essay!

April 14/83

I just got sent down to the of­fice by Conte — bitch, just be­cause I didn’t have the proper shirt on — ooh! Next time they’ll prob­a­bly send me down to the state prison where I’ll prob­a­bly have to wear the blouse all my life — aghh! Then I come to the of­fice and the sec­re­tary goes “Where’s your blouse?” and I go, “At home,” and she goes “How come it’s at home,” and I just shrug my shoul­ders and she asks me where I live and I say “Jane + Finch,” and then she goes, “Oh, that’s not far, you have to go home and change.” Then I started to get wor­ried and she saw me and asks me what’s wrong, and I say noth­ing and — oh well, to make a long story short, she got soft on me and now I have a de­ten­tion = 7:45. C’est la vie! Oh — I got these white pants, quite baggy at the top but tight at the bot­tom with zip­pers and it came with a black belt with a polka-dot buckle and then a polka-dot top for the dance to­mor­row — I’ll tell you all about it when I get home. Bye!

April 18/83

I’m in love! Yes, you can see from the party! Well, there was this gor­geous, I mean gor­geous, guy named Jimmy who looked like he be­longed in Duran Duran (me + Joanne jumped when we fig­ured that out). People told me that I looked: good, like Marilyn Monroe, the best, cute, etc. (well, what can I do?) Well there were lots of cou­ples: Frank & Edda, Vince & Mariela, Daniela & Vessio (???) I know, she likes Joe, but I guess she was all mixed up, Lila & Juliano (ha, ha), Danny & Mary, Mark and Irma’s sis­ter, Me + Jimmy (well, kind of). First he asked me to dance and af­ter I was told I was lucky by Daniela, Joanne, Edda (?), Lydia and oth­ers. Then we asked each other at the same time (em­bar­ras­ment, man) and they played three, 3, III! slow songs in a row! and we wouldn’t stop, man! (I mean danc­ing). He was rub­bing my back, pulling me tighter, oh, I gotta stop be­fore I faint! Bye!

Apr. 20/83

Chello! People are telling me that I had Jimmy all night at the dance and they think he likes me, but I hear every­body say­ing that he likes Irma too. Oh well! Marisa C– knows him and she said that we was in grade 9 and goes to Emery. This isn’t just a crush, man. I got to meet him! Guess what — I’m get­ting a pair of dyed pants, so is my mother, which re­minds me to­day is her 37th Birthday. Yup, we got her a card, but that’s all she wanted. We have soc­cer prac­tice tonight in this freez­ing weather, it’s like play­ing in the North Pole! Do you wanna know a se­cret — whoao. Do you promise not to tell — (Lennon + McCartney). Well here it is (my marks)

Exam/Term

His = 70%/71%

Fre=73.9%/71%

Math=78%/72%

Typing= ~/76%?

Eng.=72%/85%

Gym= ~ /79% ???

Religion=73%/80%

Science=67%/56%! — Sad

Bye!

April 26(?)/83

Ooh! My feet are killing me! These stu­pid shoes are mak­ing my blis­ters worst. There is re­ally not much to write about. Maybe I’ll write in you to­mor­row. In the mean­time, I’ll take a gan­der at past en­tries. Bye.

April 28/83

I’m in TROU-BLE! I was sup­pos­edly go­ing to study for my sci­ence quiz to­day in study. But what do the do? They have to change the bloody sched­ule! Now I can’t even study. I think all of this is a plan, so the teach­ers can see which ones of us stud­ied and which ones of us didn’t. And then do you think O’Toole would give us some time off of Eng. to study? No-o-o-o! Well, c’est la vie! Anyway, I’m in trou­ble! I don’t know who to go for! E.M. or Jimmy! Next dance is next month, and say if they’re both there! If I hang around Boogie much longer, I’ll catch all of her prob­lems. And to top all that, I have Pink Eye and I can’t wear eye­liner, and with­out eye­liner, I look dead! Well, I gotta split. Bye!

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Apr 20 2011

When You Were Young: Nobody’s Diary

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What kinda boy you’re lookin’ for girl?
Must he be just like your favourite movie star?

- What Kinda Boy You’re Lookin’ For (Girl), Hot Chocolate

March of 1983 must of ush­ered in some kind of spring fever, be­cause there is no other way to ex­plain this dri­vel. As you read this, you’ll no­tice I once thought 30 was middle-aged. I wish I had a time ma­chine so I could go back and smack by 14-year-old self.

March 2/83

Well, what do you know! O’Toole can’t talk that good, so we’re get­ting a free pe­riod! And I’m split­tin early to­day, like at 3:00. Boogie has band, and like it’s to­tally bor­ing, so I’m go­ing home and watch “General Hospital”. It’s get­ting good, Holly lost her baby, they have a hunch on who killed Susan, and Blackie (uhh!) is help­ing out this girl (run­away) who doesn’t even have eyes for him. Stupid fool. If I could have 10 min­utes alone with that guy, heav­ens knows what would hap­pen. I’m in a happy mood to­day, I don’t know why. Tomorrow we have a Math Test — (yuck) — Enzo got sus­pended, and I have projects up to my ears, and I got –3 in my net words in typ­ing — sad case, man. Boogie al­ways makes up sad po­ems, so I’ll try:

dead kit­tens, dead kit­tens,
means no more mit­tens
They ate their pie
and said good­bye
Who knows they would die,
Oh me, oh my,
dead kit­tens, dead kittens

S-a-a-ad, man, with a cap­i­tal S. Now I know why Boogie’s de­ranged as she is. Well, these 10 min­utes are tak­ing quite long, so I might as well go. Bye!

March 8/83

Chello! I guess you were read­ing those notes, eh? Well, sorry I haven’t been writ­ing in you lately, but you know, work, work, work! It be­hooves me to say, did you watch “Square Pegs” last night? Those guys who were play­ing were such babes, they looked like the Stray Cats. Anyways, I hear we’re gonna dis­sect frogs to­day. Good, ’cause I hear they give you warts — or was it toads? Well, I don’t know what to write in you, jour­nal, ex­cept that Enzo is back, Daniela still loves Lino, Elena has long hair, Boogie’s got frizzy hair, and what do I have? — not only beau­ti­ful hair, but I got flair! Oh-oh, I think I’ve been read­ing Medusa’s jour­nal too much. Ahhhh– I’m turn­ing to stone! Ohh, save me, help me. Why am I writ­ing in red? I don’t know. Hey, Medusa, if you’re read­ing this, I think you’re a ig­no­rant slut! Your men­ac­ing hair and your rough face makes my puke un­de­sir­ably. (Just jokin’.) Bye! Have a won­der­ful day!

March 10/83

Hi! Did yu hear about Mark B — — – ‘s fa­ther? Well, there was this rob­bery, and a win­dow was smashed of a de­part­ment or jew­elry store, and Mark’s fa­ther was re­pair­ing it and didn’t no­tice the live wire that killed him. I don’t even know the guy, but I still feel sorry for him. You know you makes my day every­time I see him? E.M., you know. Well today’s Dianna D — — s’ birth­day, and did you see that hunk-of-a-babe Jeff Colby on Dynasty last night? That Kirby chick is one lucky bitch! Well, I don’t know what to write about to­day, so I think I’ll leave it up to here. Bye!

March 16/83

Chello! Today’s Elena’s birth­day (F — — -) and Elena C — – ‘s was the day be­fore. I’m sorry I haven’t writ­ten in you the other day, but I had to do my Eng. home­work. Boogie’s sick (No, no in the head — she’s al­ways sick in the head, if you know what I mean), and she stayed home (no, not in the in­sti­tu­tion, at home) and she has a stom­ach ache (prob­a­bly from the food they serve there or from the shock treat­ments). I shouldn’t make fun of her when she’s sick but, well, that’s me! This throat is killing me, and did you see “Gone with the Wind” yes­ter­day? That’s my favourite oldie.

I think E.M. knows and Diane L — – likes him. Well, if he goes for her, she can have him. You know what I’m scared of? Someone read­ing this, ex­cept for Daniela. All this stuff in here, man. Well tomorrow’s St. Pat’s day, and we can dress up like lit­tle lep­rechauns in snotty green. But don’t take me wrong, I’m not prej­u­dice or any­thing, it’s just that they could’ve picked an­other coloiur, like — pur­ple! or bet­ter yet, pink or red! or all those other snazzy colours. Well, chow!

P.S. Love ya!

March 18/83

Even though it’s March break next week, you won’t be lonely! I’ll be writ­ing my se­crets in you!

Hello! It’s March 27th, Sunday, and it’s back to tor­ture to­mor­row! Ooh, what I have to tell you, boy! I’ve tried to get picked up once, some­one fell in love with me, and we were looked at by so many gor­geous hunks of guys, man. We went down­town, the li­brary, and went to see “the Outsiders”. Wait ’till I return!

“Hungry like the wolf” is play­ing now on the ra­dio. I get hun­gry like the wolf when I see them, man. Now, about when I was get­ting picked up. Well, we were (Angie + me) wait­ing out­side the chang­ing room of Stitches wait­ing for Boogie, while she was try­ing on polo shirts (which took prac­ti­cally all day), and while we were try­ing to break down the door, this middle-aged (maybe 30) came up to us and on his side was this cute guy who was about my age and then the man started ask­ing for my no. and I said no, my mother would kill me! and then he asked me if I wanted his and I said no. Then he asked me if I wanted a date with him. I said no to every­thing. I don’t think he liked it when his friend was al­ways push­ing him like that and he said that his friend was coo-coo and then he went back to work. I know all this time you must think I’m coo-coo, but I hate it when guys push their friends, and then we were go­ing to the can, and we were all star­ing at him and then when Ang + Boogie turned around, he mo­tioned his head to me to come over. Well, like a fool, I didn’t go cause I didn’t fee like it and plus I dunno if he was tak­ing to me!

March 29/83

Chello! After school to­day is soc­cer prac­tice. I’m glad that no one can read my writ­ing, be­cause if they try to look at you, they can’t un­der­stand it. I stayed up till 11:30 last night do­ing my sci­ence project. Sometimes Mr. V. dri­ves me up the wall. Did you hap­pen to catch “The Thorn Birds” last night? Oh, I for­got, I don’t have a T.V. in my locker. Well, any­way, the main char­ac­ter, played by Richard Chamerlain, in one scene, he was com­pletely nude ex­cept for the towel. Angie must have been freak­ing out, to­tally. And if there’s an­other thing I hate is typ­ing. Miss C. can stick her drills for cy­cles you know where! Every time I look at Boogie, I start to laugh, I dunno why. Maybe Mario dropped her be­cause when they were makin’ out, her hair was prob­a­bly all stuck in her face. Bye! (hahaha)

March 31/83

Oh, to­day we have a sci­ence test, and I couldn’t study ’cause Boogie has my notes. I have to go stoody be­cause we have sci­ence next, ’cause we have a short day and pe­ri­ods are only half an hour! Bye!

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Apr 11 2011

When You Were Young: Sweet Dreams Are Made of This

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She blinded me with sci­ence
And failed me in biology

- She Blinded Me with Science, Thomas Dolby

Wow. Just wow. I don’t re­ally know what to say about these posts. February 1983 ap­pears to have been quite ac­tive, and if you judge me by my writ­ing, you’d think I had ADD. Maybe I did, but they didn’t di­ag­nose it as read­ily back then.

I was never a bril­liant stu­dent but a ge­nius at pro­cras­ti­nat­ing. I put in as much ef­fort into my study­ing as one can at mid­night on a school day. I can only imag­ine how far I could have gone if I had fo­cused my en­ergy more into school­work than I did at dream in­ter­pre­ta­tion and scorekeeping.

Feb. 1/83

Yello! We just came back from exam week, and for me, it wasn’t a good week­end be­cause I had the flu. Oh! We’re get­ting our ex­ams back and these are my marks! (so far) MATH — 72%, HISTORY — 79%, FRENCH — 70%, MUSIC — 80%, RELIGION — 93%, ENGLISH — 70%, SCIENCE — ?, AND TYPING — 79%. I went up a lot in his­tory and mu­sic! Anyway Ximena came here yes­ter­day, but when every­body came out, they were gone! Oh well, there’s noth­ing to write to­day, so I might as well say bye. Ciao!

Feb. 3/83

Yello! Dreams are strange! Like the one I had last night. I dreamt that the lead singer from the Stray Cats was play­ing hockey in the ten­nis court, and his jacket was in my room. It had all these groups on it and in big let­ters, JOHN LENNON was writ­ten on it! I was go­ing, All right! and then Boogie was sud­denly in my room. Then the ra­dio was play­ing “Stray Cat Strut” and we start danc­ing and singing and then the lead singer started look­ing through my win­dow and then Boogie started to act sleezy, and he was check­ing me out, and then I woke up, and I was mad! Who knows what could’ve happened!

And then there was the other dream I had the night be­fore. I dreamt that I was on the boat with these two other girls and the group Duran Duran. One of those girls was jeal­ous, be­cause one of the guys didn’t like her, but liked me (I looked older and had lots of makeup on, and had this short-short minidress on). First we were just sit­ting there, then he comes to sit next to me, and starts kiss­ing my neck. Then as soon as you know it, we’re get­ting down to it right on the floor! That girl started to cry, and they they all left. I woke up with a smile on my face. He was the key­boardist, I think, and he was such a babe! Bye!

Feb. 7/83

Well, it’s an­other bor­ing day, and my stomach’s hurt­ing! I might have to go home if it re­ally catches up. Guess what I got in net words in typ­ing to­day — 3. Sad, man. Oh, O’Toole is com­ing around to check our mythol­ogy home­work. I didn’t fin­ish it, so he’ll prob­a­bly tie me to the bot­tom of Mount Olympus and let the Gorgons get me! Good! I’m not gonna take a trip to Greece! Oh shit, I gotta get my booster (tetanus) shot to­day. Last time I had it (5 years ago), I started cry­ing. Chow!

Feb. 9/83

Hello! Oh, what a morn­ing! I came in late! Along with Daniela, be­cause the bus passed us by, and maybe, be­cause I woke up late! I also got a de­ten­tion, and guess who I like now: Enzo M — — – ! He’s cute, and he’s the one who gets called down to the of­fice al­most every day! Oh, well, maybe I don’t have to go to de­ten­tion to­mor­row, maybe they’ll miss me, maybe they won’t, then maybe I’ll get two de­ten­tions! Sorry about my messy writ­ing, some­one took my pen, and I in­tend to get it back! Revenge! Bye!

Feb. 15/83

Well, today’s the big play. “Romeo, Romeo, where for art thou Romeo?” Yup, we’re gonna see ‘Romeo + Juliet’. Hey, did you see Square Pegs last night? Well, Bill Murray was on and it was hi­lar­i­ous! I saw this movie “Who will love my Children?” and I was cry­ing buck­ets. All right, all our pe­ri­ods last half an hour! Oh, bye!

Feb. 17/83

Hi! How was the play? It was good — and I mean good! Romeo was such a babe, and the play was a bit horny. Oh! The boys bas­ket­ball team (Enzo’s in it) lost to Chaminade yes­ter­day — 36 – 49 — and guess what Enzo said to me. “Fix the score” — I could’ve died! And R — – was all over Tony — yuck. That guy looks like an old geezer when he puts his hands in his pock­ets. Oh, don’t mind my snif­fling, I just have a cold that’s dri­ving me out of mind. As yes­ter­day was Andy Taylor’s birth­day (the gui­tarist as Duran Duran) — I think he was the one in my dream — any­way he turned 23 (I think). Guess what I got on my net words in the timed writ­ing — 0. Tonight’s an­other game with Brother Edmund Rice. I hope I can score­keep again, and I hope I don’t have to go get wa­ter. They made me do that when it was the mid­dle of the game. It was em­bar­rass­ing be­cause every­body was star­ing at me. (Ahhh!) Bye!

Feb. 21/83

Hello! O’Toole’s blab­bing his mouth about our project and al­most every­one isn’t lis­ten­ing ’cause they’re all writ­ing in there jour­nals. I went to bed (with who?) last night at 12:00 and couldn’t sleep till 1 AM, that’s why I’m yawn­ing every 5 min­utes. But you what I look for­ward to com­ing to school? ‘Cause Enzo comes! I think Gabe’s gonna tell ‘em. You know who I hate? Rex Smith! When that guy’s singing, it looks and sounds as if he’s hav­ing an ap­pen­dici­tis at­tack. And I also de­test Marylin McCoo. That old bag is so skinny, her hus­band prob­a­bly uses them for pick­ing his ears. I just love in­sult­ing peo­ple! Anyway, you know my cousin’s (sponsor’s) boyfriend? He was Friday’s sun­shine boy. Yes, they did break-up, but they’re still friends. I was hop­ing that they would tie the knot! Toodleloo!

Feb. 24/83

Hi! I jjust cam back from a P.D. day and it wasn’t that ex­cit­ing as a P.D. day should’ve been. First of all, I was wokin’ up by the sound of the T.V. at 10:00 AM, like I haven’t slept that much in a week, and I need the sleep! Then, I had a talk with my friendly (and all greedy) or­tho­don­tist who in­formed me that I have to get braces, and also re­minded how ex­pen­sive it is. My mother was freak­ing out, to­tally. The I went to the hos­pi­tal, only to get wires with lit­tle points stuck into my head, and those wires or nee­dles go crazy on the pa­per when you even twich an eye­lash! “It won’t hurt,” the nurse told me. I needed to squeeze my mother’s hand and jumped 5 feet into the air when she stuck those wires into me, like I was some kind of Frankenstein! Well, ariverderci!

[A bit of an ex­pla­na­tion here – I went for an elec­troen­cephalo­gram be­cause I was prone to faint­ing spells.]

Feb. 28/83

Well, we handed in our projects and mine prob­a­bly stinks. We have a sci­ence quiz to­day, did I studry? Nooooooo, and I have to do my re­li­gion as­sign­ment in study. Tomorro, I have a French and History quiz and I hope I see E.M. Today7. You know what was sad? Last night on a “Solid Gold” spe­cial, “We got the beat” came in 33 or some­thing, and Men at Work “Who can it be now” came in the twenty’s, and all these stink­ing songs came in the top 15. But I got my thrills watch­ing John Cougar on stage jump­ing and singing in those tight jeans and my heart was thump­ing so much — ahh! Nikki, Gisa, Anna C., Elena, Cindy, Elena C, Pina, Diane, Paul M., Paul F., Allister, Angie P., Atti, and I think a few more — oh yeah! Lina and Lori and I were all down at the li­brary (and so was [il­leg­i­ble]) and they al­most kicked us out on ac­count of all the noise we were mak­ing. Oh yeah, so was Gino, Rocky, Laura and Vince (who cares?). Bye!

If you’re con­fused about who the hell Rex Smith and Marilyn McCoo are, let me in­tro­duce you to the cringe-inducing won­der of 80s mu­sic va­ri­ety pro­gram­ming — Solid Gold.

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