Teenybopper Tuesday

Teenybopper

Definition (Urban Dictionary.com)  Usually an obnoxious 11-14 year old girl who wears shirts that say things like "angel" "princess" "diva" "goddess," etc. they wear sparkly pink/blue jewelry. and the true mark is crisp, clean new-looking low-top converse OR navy blue skechers. also pretend they have boobs but they dont. their bras are more like a piece of elastic with eggshells connected. and they enjoy wearing denim bell bottoms or "flares" with pre-worn out butts and/or a little flowery design somewhere.

So folks, I hope you are ready for the first ever Teenybopper Tuesday. 

This post is brought to you by:

My parents, who after finding a box with all my Jr. High junk in it, came and dumped it on my front steps unceremoniously and said "I think this is the last of your stuff."  STUFF?  I beg your pardon.  TREASURES is more like it.  And lying right on top, in all its sparkle-stickerified glory:  The Box.

The Box contains ever note I ever kept from Jr. High.  You know, the notes between friends/crushes/etc. that you write when you think your teacher isn't looking, then you fold it in a way that no one can ever open it, write 4UREZONLY on it, then shove through that person's locker slats as you rush to your next class?  Yes, those notes.  I also found:  My journal.  From this same time period.  Oh, this stuff is priceless people.

In honor of this box of treasures, I am instituting Teenybopper Tuesday.  Each Tuesday (which is a craptastic day in and of itself), I will post something special from my box.  A journal entry maybe, or a note I received from Dashing-Pubescent-Boy.  You will just have to come back to see!

Today's Teenybopper Tuesday Tidbit (hehe):

A note written in 9th grade Geography class, passed between "Daisy" and Moi while Mrs. Jakobs rambled on.  A bit of background:  Valentine's Day was coming up, and I was having a party that would be... GASP... CO-ED!  Daisy and I both have secret crushes.

Imagine the setting: Krystal is sitting next to my right, and Daisy to my left.  I have left all grammar and spelling intact, for your pleasure.  Names have been changed, of course.  Daisy's part was written in BLUE ink, as I have shown here, and mine was in pencil.  Just so you can get the full effect...  

(I have also included my version of CliffNotes, TB NOTES, to help you translate).

Hey Betty:  My parent's HAVE TO let mego!  If they don't... If I get to go, do you think Stan will come if I ask him?  I hope so, if I can go.  We'll have to listen to the Friday Night Retro!!  Yeah!!  And the orange game!!  Whoopee!  I'll tell Stan to bring Chris, right?  Luv Daisy

(Daisy was, and probably still is, obsessed with 80's music. Blah. And for those not familiar with the "orange game", here is a picture.  See, she has to get it under her chin without using her hands.  It's the only way to get 14 year olds to get close on Valentine's Day.)

They absolutely HAVE TO let you go!  I will never forgive them if they don't!  Definintly have them call my parents -k-!  They will talk them into it!  No Retro!  Sorry, Dais, but I was think more along the lines on NO COMMERCIALS!  Like JockJams CD!  Of course the orange game!  I'm sure he'll come if you ask him!  Luv Bets 

Really?  Hope so.  We have a lot of planning to do!  Guess what?  He likes Nicholas Cage, & so do I!  He likes Adam Sandlar, and so do I!


Cool!  You guys must be MFEO!!!  Speaking of Adam Sandler, are we going to watch Happy Gillmore while we plan?  
(MFEO = MADE FOR EACH OTHER, FYI)

I dunno If I can stay that long.  I dunno.  He envys his bro, Matt, and Josh.
(Notice here.  Daisy is extremely one track minded)


MY Matt?

No, his brother, Matt!


Krystal saw me write that about MY Matt!


I thought so!  HeHeHe!  Now she knows!  HaHaHa . j/k


No, we are going to tell her it is my cousin, Matt. 


We should handmake the invitations!


Like how?


With my scrapbook stuff.


OK.  Personalized invites?  Like "Krystal is invited, where?  blah blah when?  blah why? blah, and so on?


Kinda, ya.  We can decide today after school.


Hey, what'd Krystal say?


That she believes me and who should she invite.
(Bull crap she believed me.  Who is THAT dumb?)


Believes you?  About what? 
(Duh, didn't we just go over "THE PLAN?")


That Matt we were talking about is my cousin.


Oh.  You should tell her.  She won't tell anyone.  She hasn't told Stan. 
(Obviously I was not the only who who knew about Daisy's secret crush.  I am a bit miffed at this realization.)


No Way!  She knows him too well.
(AKA, That crazy bizzle would probably try to steal him).


She knows Stan.  I'm going to ask Maddy if she'll forgive Stan for what he said.  He didn't mean it.


What did he say? 


Just...stuff...don't wanna go into details.


Go into details, girl, or else!
Well he just told her that she was annoying & he called her a "B."  He didn't mean it.
(Uh.  What DID he mean?)


Oh, well, Jeremy was just saying words that I have only heard on cable.


Oh.  What Krystal say now?
(Wouldn't YOU want to know which words those were?  She obviously isn't really thinking about what I wrote.  Hmpf)


Just that she is probably inviting Tanner or Josh.
(I also had a crush on Tanner and stole him away from Krystal in 10th grade.  HA!)


Yeah, K.


Oh, well, that was an open statement.  Say something interesting.  You are duller than my pencil!
(As she often was)


Gee thanx.  Well the bell's gonna ring soon.  Can't wait to see HIM again!


OK - I just told Krystal!  AHHHHH!
(Yes, I confided my deepest darkest secret to Krystal!  And it worked very well, I might add.  At the party, we played truth or dare and on my turn, Krystal dared Matt to kiss me.  Oh, young love.  I don't think we ever talked again.)

Now for you, my 15 whole blog fans.  You know who you are!  Spill it.  After all, Teenybopper Tuesday isn't much fun if I'm the only one doing it.  Get out your journals, your notes, or just your old forgotten  treasured memories and join in the fun!