I found a bunch of my old high school stuff the other day: letters and theater programs and random photos that never made it into albums. (Which is most of them, sadly enough.) And I realized something disconcerting.
Teenage Carrie was a real perv.
"I've hit the jackpot!" I thought. "Things I can use on my blog! Things I can use in my books! Things I can send to old high school friends, and then we can laugh and have Hallmark movie moments."
No Hallmark movie moments here, I'm afraid. Because teenage Carrie's jokes all revolved around swear words, sex jokes, and other inappropriate things. When I graduated from high school, one of my friends drew a little cartoon kickline of our big group of friends, each of us characterized by one or two particular features. Her cartoon was short and had little music notes floating out of her mouth...or maybe her ear. I can't quite tell. Another of our friends had a pile of smut books at her feet.
Me? I had big blue eyes, mutant eyelashes, and long hair. All the better to entice the guys and make pervy comments about it later, I guess.
Anyway, this kickline had lots of our favorite sayings on it. 95% of which cannot be posted on this blog. So pretend I said something funny about my high school career here.
And lots of stuff to use for future books - you found treasure. :)
Ah, I miss high school. LOL.
Geez, I'm glad I'm not the only one! I found a box of journals from high school, and I immediately asked my husband if they'd fit in our Weber BBQ, because if my children ever found them and read them, I would DIE of embarrassment.
Sounds like you were fun to be around, actually. And a real bombshell!
Vivi, I actually BURNT my journal when I left for college. In retrospect, that may have been the best choice.
At least you remember high school. From what I've been told I need to keep my lips shut, too. :)
LOL! That sounds about right for high school! :-)
I love your new profile pic!
I love how we change so much from high school to adulthood. Or, I mean, SOMETIMES we change so much...
Sara, I would claim to have changed, except then someone would probably point out that almost all my books begin with boob jokes.
So I guess I won't. ;)
That's about the extent of my hs memento collection as well. That and a bunch of spanish awards. It's rural illinois...the competition was not extensive.
I think the teen years are realistically a lascivious place best left to ephemeral memories and NO extant diaries. I always wonder about those authors and poets who die suddenly, before burning incriminating stuff which will now be sold on eBay. Seriously, that's a reason to haunt people.
*gasp* We TOTALLY have so much in common. Just *ask* my friends how many dirty jokes I make in a day. Sadly, I can never actually make them in my blogs. I have to be in a conversation. *sigh*
And I kind of really want to see those pictures now. LOL
All teens are perverts. I would know. Not just because I am one but because I have to live with them, and spend 8+ hours of my day with them five days a week.
I'm sure what you found was funny just not appropriate for your blog, which is a little bit sad.
Reminds me of the radio interview with "Anne Frank," asking people to quit reading her diary, Lora. Something tells me there's a story in there somewhere.
Mireyah and Hayley, I think we would have been friends in high school, if not for that pesky age difference thing.
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