Sunday, August 5, 2012

Yearbooks

I went to my parent's house yesterday to gather some of my old artwork and things I may need to apply to school. (I'll tell you all about it if I get in.) Among many lost treasures, I found my freshman and senior year high school yearbooks. I must admit, it is a bit strange reading them 10 years after the fact. I wish I could go back to high school and have some people change things in their messages to me. Mentioning the fights we got in or how often I skipped school and went to Starbucks, were things I would rather not remember now. However, there were a lot of really funny messages that I thought I would share:

"Damn, it's been since the 3rd grade. That's a really long time. Have a great summer."

"I'm so glad you had Ms. F with me this year so I didn't kill the shiny-headed bitch!"

"I want you to have lots of fun, drink lots of beer, and kiss lots of boys."

"I had a lot of fun talking to you in Spanish class...WHEN YOU WERE THERE! I guess Starbucks is just more appealing than me. Thank you for always telling me you thought I was smart, even if you didn't mean it."

"You're a cool girl, and it's always refreshing to see someone who's different and not another fucking conformist". (One of 3 people who appreciated me for not being a conformist...thought that was funny in itself)

"When you go to New York and are in a coffee shop listening to jazz, picture me laughing at you and calling you a fag."

"I hate yearbooks. Love, B"

"Use condoms in sex and oral sex. Love, V"

"You've been a really cool "deep" person. I mean you are are not that stupid girl that hangs out w/ all the lesbians. Make sure your shits clean. Don't die."

"Waz up? Even though Ben says you're wierd. I think you're cool. Lets gang up on the people who took my scissors. Call me when you want to give me a B.J."

"Well its been simply raw chillin with you this year. Man I really wanted some head. Remember, the black stallion will always be here for you as a friend or for someone when you are extremely wet." (Gross, but funny)

My Favorite Yearbook Message of ALL TIME:

"Dear E-
     I really loved getting to know you good this year. It all started with a simple "sup" with a nod. Since then we've grown to become almost-lovers. You are a really cool white chick. I really like your style. I like your big coffee cups. J/K. You are cool-ass. That means cool. Moreover, you are smarter than you look. Don't worry that is not an insult. I like your great attitude and your not-stuck-up-ness. But most of all, I like your little black man. Thank you. P.S.- I hate Ms. F"

*Just a side note about this message. I found a tiny little black man in the crack of a sidewalk one day around school. The guy was less than an inch tall and was wearing a white shirt and overalls and had one hand raised up. I assume he was used in a small scale model of some sort and came off...but I loved him and carried him around in the change purse in my wallet for years.

1 comment:

  1. They are called 'little homies' they are collectible and purchased from gum ball machines at publix. So every white kid can have their own little black person.

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