T O P I C R E V I E W
Member # 3
posted 09-29-2000 01:02 PM
Oh My God.
As you may know, I'm in the middle of moving, so of course I'm going through everything I own. I don't tend to have a lot of memorabilia, but I have my share.
So, today, first I find all of my old love letters from my junior high school boyfriend (and his yarmulke, which I have no idea how I got or why I have), and even have documented the first time and lst time someone called me a "toe" and said they loved me in the same sentence. Now, how often does that happen? Hopefully, not often.
Then I find my junior high yearbooks, which include a snapshot of the first boy I ever gave oral sex, too. Let me say that he had no redeeming qualities whatsoever (I'll punctutate that by saying that when I ran into him almost ten years later, he smiled, said hello, then started talking blowjobs again: no redeeming qiualities). save that everyone thought he was an absolute babe, including me.
Well, I saw the pictures today. He was a complete dork! I don't know what any of us were thinking. Ah, long-gone youth. It just goes to show how much of a difference a little perspective (okay, so 17 years isn't a little, but whatever) can make.
So, those are my little stories for today. What are yours?
Member # 708
posted 09-29-2000 02:22 PM
i went to the same school from kindergarten through eighth grade, and for those entire nine years i thought andy was just the coolest kid around. he was one year older then us (even though he was in the same grade) and had friends in *gasp* highschool! he also entertained us all with stories about engaging in all sorts of sexual activities, so naturally, i thought he was the most wordly middle schooler ever. after i hit high school i came to realize that all the older kids he was friends with in elementary school were losers, and the sex stories were just plain false. it turned out that i made a circle of friends who were all around college age and involved in the punk scene, while he's hanging around some 10th graders (and apparently smoking weed everyday.) its hilarious how much cooler i used to think he was then everyone else.
Member # 568
posted 09-29-2000 07:48 PM
i keep all my icq messages, and a few nights ago, i was reading thru some messages from an ex-boyfriend. they used to make me feel better when i was down. i'd remember the things we used to do. i'd miss him a little.
but this time, none of it meant anything to me. all of it felt so petty. and now it feel like things with him weren't all that great. i suppose that's why relationships dissolve sometimes. and i realized, it's over. completely over and i have managed to move on. i never though i would.
if you get the molasses, i'll set up the trampoline.
Member # 8696
posted 09-03-2002 11:52 PM
Well, this is very sad, but I miss one of the schools I went to. I feel like I totally loved my time there, got on with everyone and loved the HUGE array of extra-curricular stuff I could get my teeth into. But then again, I realise I couldn't have loved it that much, because I remember counting down in days, hours, minutes (and at one point, seconds) until I was free of the place. And yet I only have good memories. Isn't that wierd?
Member # 7728
posted 09-04-2002 02:45 AM
Oh this is a sad one
I found one of my old school T-shirts which everyone had signed when I left my 5th school 4 years ago. Everyone's names were on it and they had all written little messages...it brought back a lot of memories.
Under the collar someone had written 'I'll miss your chipmunk laugh' - that brought tears to my eyes.
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