I Want Some Answers!

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Natalie:   To - Nicole
From - Natalie
B-F-F
Until you go to the other school and forget about me!  So you feel guilty!

Nicole,
Go to Grapevine.  Have your mom take you to school and ride VanGo home.  Please!
B-F-F
-Natalie-

I want some answers!



Umm, sorry but as much as moving from our cozy 2-story house to a tiny apartment on the other side of town SUCKED, there was no way in hell I was going to ride VanGo any longer than I needed to.  For the uninformed, VanGo was a nifty little shuttle service for those kids whose working-class (aka POOR) families lived outside the bus zones.  Nothing about getting into a giant white kidnapper van with the words "VAN GO" on it was cool.  Especially when they picked us up right by where all the 8th graders would hang out after school, being all cool and shit.  You want some answers?  I WANT LESS LOSER POINTS!  Besides, CTMS ended up being awesome, I didn't forget about you, and we all lived happily ever after.

I Do Enjoy Writing These Pointless Things

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Pedro:  NICOLE
Hey sexy, bet you didn't think you were gonna get a typed note today, huh?  So, what's up?  Obviously not much here.  Mrs. Goodwin left so this is what I'm doing to kill time.  I suck, you ____!  Class really sucks when all you can do is sit a type a letter to you.  But, I can do anything I want right now.  I'm just choosing to sit ant type a letter.  Really, I do enjoy writing these pointless things.
NEWAYS
Romeo and Juliet should be real good.  I just hope you can go.  Oops, I just ran out of paper.
Love,
Pedro



Wow, drop the 'tude, dude.  I'm sure there are plenty of things more lame than typing me a letter, right?  Like highlighting every other word in an alternating color?!  The good news is I think ole' loverboy just summed up my entire blog theme in one sentence:  "Really, I do enjoy writing these pointless things".  His sarcasm speaks volumes, especially to a gal who now makes a hobby of posting all of these pointless things for your entertainment.  ARE YOU NOT ENTERTAINED?!?! And yes, Romeo and Juliet was real good.  It was pretty f*ing awesome, actually.  It also had the second-best movie soundtrack of the nineties.  After Reality Bites, of course.  He's a movie star, only drives rented cars. Met him in a bar, I said "I know who you are"... TOOK HIM TO MY PARTY, AS THE GAMES WERE STARTING, BOTTLE'S ON THE GROUND, ARE YOU READY NOW?! 

Now you have that song in your head.  I'll bet you're downloading it on itunes right now. You're welcome.

Nicole Sucks

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Nicole (me):  Joseph, PLEASE tell me why you said my name!
Nicole Kenning
Joseph:  I said "Nicole Sucks" just to be kidding.

Substitute Teachers

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Cortney:  2-15-96

Nicole Kenning,

Hey, howdy, hello, hi!  How’s it going?  Not much here in Mrs. Pritchard’s class.  We have a substitute.  It’s awesome.

*anyways*

What are you doing right now?  Who do you like?  I like Cole a lot.  Who did you have your eye on?  How come you won’t tell me?

I

LOVE

COLE!

Well, gotta go.

Love always,

Cortney

W/B this period!

Poor substitute teachers.  Occasionally you got stuck with a crazy, but for the most part if you had a sub you knew you weren’t doing shit that day.  We always assumed it was because they were idiots and had no idea what they were doing.  Looking back I can see the truth – most of them are unemployed former teachers just looking for a scrap of a job.  They know what they’re doing, but the kids are assholes and won’t respect them because they know it’s just temporary.  I can’t begin to describe the crap my peers put these people through.  In high school there was even a walk out on one of our subs.  The whole class just got up and left.  I didn’t want to participate, but I also didn’t want to be the only nerdy bird staying behind.  I was already hurting for cool points from the time I stuck up for my geometry teacher when this one guy kept making fun of her.  It was the crowning achievement in my quest for dork-hood.  Whatever, the joke’s on them because I made the highest grade ever in that class – 104! GO ME!  Man, I’m a loser…

That Bill Nye Guy Sucks!

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Lindsey:  5/16/97
Nicole -
*Wussup-er?*
Nuttin much here!  I think that Bill Nye sucks a hard d***!
Well anyways, thanks for letting me borrow your Makaveli c.d. even though I got into a little trouble.  Oh well.  She took the shit I gave her.  I'll give it to you after 5th period, ok?
Well, gotta go!
Love always -
Lindsey

Monday is gonna be so bad ass!
Save me a dance today, ok?  J/J



Well, hello there!  I hope the 5 of you that actually read my blog had a great Thanksgiving holiday.  I know I did.  Can't say the same for my colon.

Today I start by saying "What the hell, Lindsey?!".  Bill Nye (and his sweet bow tie) was, is and always will be a bad-ass.  End of story.  Like, seriously, not even up for discussion.  The Makaveli cd, on the other hand, is.  Can someone please explain to me how a Staind cd can still have a presence in my enormous cd collection, but that Makaveli cd somehow went missing years ago?  I mean, the Staind cd isn't mine.  A friend left it.  In my cd case.  And put my initials on it. 

I'm so ashamed.

Love Is The Best And Worst Thing - Part 4

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Natalie: 

3-28-97 9:00 am

We’re leaving today.  I’m happy and sad.  Happy I’ll see my friends again, sad that Scott didn’t talk to me.  I’m sitting by the ocean.  Some parts are as blue and clear as a swimming pool!  Maybe I’m getting attached to guys I don’t know because I’m lonely:(  I’m supposed to see Jeff tomorrow, and I don’t want to, just when I get over him.  Completely all I can think about is Scott:(

It’s 1:00 pm . We took off 45 minutes late.  1:58 minutes to Houston.  I’m over Scott.  There’s this guy that reminds me of Jeff sitting in front of me.  He is fine.  Too bad he’s in college and lives in Nebraska.  I was standing next to him and he asked me if I was from Texas because of my accent.  He’s sitting in front of me to the right.  He has great hair.  The girl sitting next to me is named Natalie.  Got to go for now.

Hey, I wonder if you’re going to be home.  I’m still in the plane.  This guy in front of me is fine.  Seeing him makes me miss Jeff.  They have the same hair, eyes, neck, skin color.  All together I’ve written you and Alecia 20 pages of letters.  Well, I’m going to find out what Bryan said if not today then Monday.  I really don’t care anymore.  I’ve been hurt so many times it’s not worth it.  Love is the best and worst thing.

5:45

Well, we just left Intercontinental in Houston.  We missed our other flight.  I really hope you’re home.

What a climactic end to this 4-day journey into the heart and soul of our dear friend.  We start out hopeful.  She makes a very important (and accurate!) observation that she’s becoming attached to guys too quickly, most likely because she’s feeling lonely.  We begin to think that maybe our protagonist is on the road to recovery, with a new outlook on life and love…

KABLAM!  Bryan, who?!  Scott, schmott!  Check out the hottie on the plane!  I’m imagining her making googley eyes at him right now.  Like an addict discovering their old stash, I fear this setback may delay the crucial recovery of our heroine’s heart.  But alas, we end our saga with a victory – she no longer cares about Bryan!  A wise old friend of mine once wrote:  “We are young.  Heartache to heartache, we stand - no promises, no demands.  Love is a battlefield”.  If it took some creeper on the beach and a corn-husking hunk to get her over that doucheball, then so be it.  There is no war without casualties, so cheers to our friend for making it out of this battle alive, victorious and stronger than ever.   

TO THE VICTOR!

The End.

Love Is The Best And Worst Thing - Part 3

 

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Natalie: 

3-26-97 6:15 am

OH MY GOSH.  Last night I was sleeping and something jumped on me!  It was kinda big.  It was in my hair and I was screaming trying to get it out!  It scared me soooooooooooooo bad.  Well, we’re touring the island today.  After that we’re going to the clothes store.

3-27-97

I just got up.  All day today I’m working on my tan.  And tonight I’m a doing a strand of hair in that embroidery thread.  I’m only burnt on my nose and shoulders.  Right now I have that feeling where I don’t care ‘bout nothing (ya know what I mean?).  I got 2 shirts here, they’re really cute.  Well, got to go!

Ya know, I’m starting not to care so much about Bryan.  Because if he liked me things would have been different.  I’m just hung up on someone I can’t have. 

Later,

Natalie

Nicole, I really need some advice!  I was standing next to Palmer's (a restaurant) and I saw 3 guys walking in my direction.  He was sooooooooooo fine!  I gave him a “look”.  He didn’t respond, so I turned my back.  Then he walked up to me, put his arm around my waist and kinda squeezed me.  He then whispered in my ear “Hi”.  I turned around and said “Hi” back.  He smiled and walked off.  Before all this happened his friend said “Scott, you know you want her”.  At first I was like “Wow, I had a chance with him”.  He was at least 17 or 18.  But anyways, just by that 10 second interaction I already had “feelings” for him!  And I had so many questions and hopes.  

PLEASE HELP!

Bryan who?!  Looks like we have a new contender in the picture.  Nat must have a thing for “Scott”s.  Though I must say, this particular interaction had all the makings of a prime time Nancy Grace episode.  Seriously, after everything we know about strange boys and tropical islands, I’m not sure I can ever take my teenage daughter on vacation.  Especially if she’s a STAGE-5 clinger.  Geeze Louise, Nat!   At least she admits there’s a problem and is seeking help for it.  I can only hope by the end of this trip she’ll have gained a little perspective on how your feelings for certain people evolve and shape you as a person.  Blah, blah, blah.  Boys are dumb.

Love Is The Best And Worst Thing - Part 2

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Natalie: 

Well, I just finished going out to eat.  There was a fine guy sitting at the table across from me.  And I found out I can’t mail this letter!  Ann says I have a better chance getting this to you by throwing it out the window than mailing it.  Well, I’m going to bed.  Miss ya!

I LOVE BRYAN!  Does he love me?  NO!

Sunday, 3-23-97  3:30 pm

We just sat around the house today.  Two guys just came to the house next to ours.  They’re not fine, but not ugly.  Maybe a little older than me.  Well, more later.

Monday, 3-24-97 5:35 am

Well we have to wake up early today to go to the Mayan ruins.  Well, I haven’t really started to work on my tan, but I really need to.  I was just laying here thinking about all the things we’ve done together, and about you moving:(  How is was it in Georgia?  Do you think you will like it there?  I’m starting to have more fun.  We probably won’t be back for 10 hours.  Well, got to go.

10:30 PM

Well, we just got home from Chichen Itza.  It’s a very interesting place.  I’ll explain when we get our pictures developed.  Anyways, the house we have is right on the beach ocean.  The view is incredible!  My bathroom is fairly large.  I still need to take pictures of the town.  I really pray that you had Lindsey ask Bryan.  You Her asking him was sooo important.  That was not something that could have been said later, whether I’m happy or sad.  More tomorrow, bye!

Tuesday, 3-25-97

Well I got back from snorkeling – it was fun.  There were fish all around me.  I was laying out on the boat and my face is sooo burnt.  It’s weird how many times our hearts have been broken and we’re only 14/13.  And you know you said you feel the same way towards Preston as Pedro, but not as fast.  That’s the same with me and Bryan.  I never felt this way about Jeff so fast.  It would break my heart if he never wanted to talk to me, but I need to expect it.  And I’m not showing my bitchy, superficial side around him. I don’t care if he’s younger.  I have a feeling he wants me to get lost.  But I have faith, and as long as we have that anything can happen!  We just have to smile through it.  And we will go out (if he doesn’t already hate me).  You better have told him, or I’ll be pissed.  Because you can’t tell him Monday, it would be too late.

Holding on to all hope,

Natalie

 

Tell that Ann bitch to f* off.  You got this letter to me just fine.  Hater!  And yes, it was weird how many times “we had our hearts broken” at that age… though to be fair, I think we can all agree that some 7^th grade tool not wanting to be your boyfriend doesn’t really count as getting your heart broken.  That’s the beauty of growing up.  Everything grows exponentially, from the length of your legs to your cup size to a person’s ability to royally screw you over.  I’ll take some kid not wanting to go out with me over that shit any day!  Not that I want to start dating kids.  That’s weird…  Anywhoo, I can only hope that Nat’s faith will get her through this limbo she seems to be in with Bryan.  It must have been more serious than I gave her credit for, if she was willing to hide her bitchy side.  I know, what bitchy side, right?!  Oh, Natty.  Perhaps you should focus your faith on someone more important than this Bryan turd.  Like maybe that person staring back at you in the mirror?

Holding on to all hope,

Nic