Giggling Gems #11: I sense a theme

This is from 7th grade.  The first year my best friend attended public school with me.

*Sam*
Hi!  How are you doing.  I'm Really board.  I'm in Mr. Rossetter's room!  That should tell you something.  (Mr. Rossetter was a very nice man but his classroom management skills were somewhat lacking.  His class was on the 2nd floor of the building and he kept his excess text books on a shelf by the windows in the back of the room.  He also liked to sit the worst behaved kid in class in the back because he said he knew the bad kids always sat in the back so he remembered to keep and eye on anyone in the back, yet it always surprised him when someone would return the books that were dropped out the window.)   I would have written on a whole piece of paper, but I only had a half a piece.  (It's the bottom half of a piece, in case you were wondering.)  We are reading the story of Scrooge.  The movie's almost the same.  It's boring.  I have Ec. next.  Mr. Ross is soooo boreing.

*?:)#,
Maggie
Y?

I had Mrs. Rossetter in 11th grade for English.  She was great.  She had a glass eye and liked to stand on her head.

Giggling Gems #10: My really good buddy

Catch the first one with the explanation of what the heck this is here.

10-2-97
*Maggie*

Waz ↑ with U?  I'm glad we have one other class together besides stupid band.  Taddington Square is really boring, don't you think?  (Middle school band music is boring.)  Maybe sometime you can come to one of my volleyball games and then spend the night afterwards.  Maybe this next Friday.  I don't know.  I'll ask my dad.  Sit by me on the bus going to the high school.  Well, write me back something sometime.  I'll see you Monday at Life Science if you don't have Mr. Ingalls.

Your friend,

Samantha

P.S. Your my

really good

buddy!

Apparently I wasn't such a good buddy back.  :'(  Sadness follows...

*Maggie*
Thanks for coming to our volleyball game yesterday.  And also for sitting over with me behind the 8th grade bench.  Your my really good buddy.  I'm glad I get to come over to your hay-ride on Halloween.  It will be pretty awesome.  (They were.)  I hope Coach Clines doesn't make us run a lot in practice after school!!  Please don't laugh at any-more of Bo Cowell's stupid jokes about the volleyball teams.  (I laugh at almost anything, including when I'm uncomfortable.  I can also a little inconsiderate...  Don't know which one this was, but I feel bad about it now.)  I don't know how you can stand him.  He is so rude!  Don't you get mad when he says you are an elephant instead of a girl.  That makes me mad, because he's making fun of one of my friends.  (Actually, when people make that much fun of you you kind of get used to it.  But even though I don't remember this, it feels good now to know that someone had my back.)  I won't laugh at him anymore if you don't.  It really hurts my feelings when he cracks stupid jokes like that about the team!  I'm glad you're my buddy!!!  (I'm grateful you were my buddy.  I don't think I realized the loyalty involved at the time.)

Have fun the rest of the day!

Your buddy,

Samantha :)

I'm pretty sure I earned that stern talking to.

Giggling Gems #9: End of the School Year Edition

I think this came from a spiral notebook that we had to bring to the last day of 8th grade.  This was torn out of it, so apparently at some point in the past I chose to keep this and ditch the rest (except one from my infamous friend 'Samantha').

Maggie Moo,
Have a great summer & don't go
CRAZY!!
Stay the same!  What Don't every loose your funniness or I'll have to hurt you.   (That seems a bit harsh.)  Don't do anything Dumb (I'm a real good one 2 talk) so have fun & smile & Don't forget me!
*heart* Amy
P.S. Call me 859-5555

*drawing of a happy face* *drawing of a flower* *drawing of a sun with a cloud*

Giggling Gems #7: Happy Birthday Note-writer-whose-name-has-been-changed-for-his/her-protection!

(Circa 1999 -- yes, we did in fact party like it was 1999)
Maggie,

Hey man!  How's it goin?  Pretty good here I guess.  Mr. Taylor (freshman biology) said we couldn't write notes, or we would get a 0.  (My friend was a rebel.)  We are on a break in the movie anyways.  So, how was ur weekend?  (Hm, I was probably on the farm so it was probably poopy.  Literally.)  Mine was OK.  The volleyball tournament was very long, & boring at times.  Well, I have a lovely track meet today.  JOYOUS!  (No one does sarcasm like a 15 year old girl.)  Well, I better go before Mr. Taylor gets mad.  (He had a bearclaw tattoo on his hand -- the actual animal, not the pastry -- so of course we all thought it was a cult marking and feared him a little for it, just not enough to do what he said.)  I'll write u again later.  (Yes!  Make sure to tell me all about your World History class!) Bye Bye!

@@@!!##,
!Samantha!


Happy Birthday!  I know your name has been changed, but today is your birthday and we had some very good, very funny, and very stupid times together.  All of this is a tribute to our collective history through our formative years, such as they were.  Though we don't get together much anymore I will always have fond memories and will never forget that "mi miastra te gusta quando mi naris correr."

Actually...yes, I did mean that.

Giggling Gems #6: En Espanol!

Installment #6 in the series of my treasure trove of found notes from my teenage years.

4-24-00
*Maggie*
Hey!  How's it goin'?  Pretty good here.  Ephram kept looking at me this morning before school when he was just sitting on that one bench when I would walk by.  It kinda creeps me out.  (It creeps me out 12 years after the fact.)  It's just so sad that we have to sit here in Geometry w/ nothing to do.  (I think we actually sat next to one another...)  So sad.  NOT.  It was boring at my house yesterday b/c mostly everybody took naps while I sad around being bored.  (Oh how the excitement level of napping changes as you age.)  That was mean of them not to let me go, cuz I didn't do anything anyways.  It also started raining & that was just swell.  Ummm...no.  Pamela is really weird about me driving.  She like said Dad was going to have to be the one to let me drive, cuz she didn't have the nerve or something like that.  She also said she didn't want me driving when her & Stephen were in the car.  There must be something wrong w/ this picture when Alice's parents let her drive w/ the whole family in the car & she doesn't even have her permit.  (?!?!?!)  She also scratched their van on a tree in the process.  Hehe.  But yet, Pamela won't let me drive w/ like 3 people in the car & I HAVE my permit.  (Clearly a 15 year old with a permit is a vastly superior driver when compared to a 15 year old without a permit...)  Something very, very wrong w/ that!  We really need --> (again, with the arrow indicating a page turn is imminent in case I was going to be going, "Oh no! Now I'll never know what we need!") to go to SDC sometime soon.  It would be fun.  (For the record, it was.)  Well, better go.  Talk to ya l8er.  (What, you're going to lean over and tell me something?)

Nos Vermos ("See you around"),
Consuelo (a.k.a. Samantha) (You know, in case I wondered who this "Consuelo" person was, "Who is sending me this note?! Oh...darn, I thought I had a new friend...sniff...")

W/B ASAP

P.S. Consuelo really does mean Connie in Spanish (Actually, it means "solace".), but that is just my dumb little name in Spanish class.  (Mine was Isabella...I know, a little over-the-top...)

Maggie on Maggie: Giggling Gems #5

This is a note I wrote.  I guess I never sent it, which is a shame since it's definitely a literary masterpiece.  My mother says you can tell who a person is going to be by their kindergarten report card.  That may be true, but you can also tell who they're going to be by the notes they wrote when they were 13.

Keep in mind that all the punctuation in this is actually made up of little tiny 'x's.  All periods and bottoms of exclamation points, but oddly enough not the tops of commas...

(Captain's Log, Stardate) Thurs. March 26, 1998
*Sam*
     Hi! How R u doin'? I'm fine. (*scribble* <--a really stupid drawing I scratched out.)  You still like Mr. C & Mr. A?  I still like my buddie.  (Isn't that a doll for boys from the '80's?  Also, relationships have clearly never been my strong suit.) 
     Ya know what I think is really funny?  This.  Hukd oon fonix werkd phor mee.  It's funny.  (Trust me, it is.)
     Do you ever notice that when I write notes they have absolutely no point & say absolutely nothing.  (World, meet the precursor to my blog.)  Most people write notes that make sense, but not me.  (Can you sense the pride I take in that?)  That's why I don't write notes often.  I only write them when I'm doing nothing, won't get in trouble, or really board.  Usually, it's #3.  I hope that doesn't insult you.  I didn't mean for it to be offensive.  (I'm just saying that I can only find the time to write you the notes that are so clearly the staple of our friendship when there's nothing else to do and I'm completely bored out of my mind.  How could you possibly take umbridge with that?)
     When you come over tonight, my sister's friend will be there, I think.  It'll either be Brittany or LeLani, (if that's how you spell it) Emily just calls her Lani.
     You know what.  I don't usually write notes this long.  I can still find things to say.  Wow!!  I think this is a record!  Don't you feel special.  (I mean, come on, you should.  After all, I'm deigning to grace you with my presence in written word.  That alone should make you give me your lunch money.)  If this is getting to wierd, just scratch out the parts that you don't like & pretend I never wrote them & you never read them. (I've always been a problem solver.) This note is getting way to long.  G/G.  CUL8R.  W/B.  IDKWJD.  (I think this is supposed to be "IDKWJWD" as in "I don't know what Jesus would do", but it's open for interpretation.)

P.S. If you wonder what any of this means, ask me.  I won't mind.  (As stated earlier, it means I'm bored out of my gourd, but go ahead and ask.  After all, your asking will kill a few more minutes.)

Seriously.  How could this be written by someone other than me?  A little unintentionally offensive, a lot clueless, a dash of goofy, and with more than a touch of crazy.

Giggling Gems #4

This one is definitely from junior high...

*Maggie*
Band is really boreing don't you think so? (Yes, I often feel the need to drill holes during band...)  Sometimes it can be fun but most of the time it's boreing.  (Pretty soon we'll make it all the way to China.)  We better win our basketball game tonight or Coach Clines will kick our butts.  She was in a bad mood yesterday in practice.  She made me and Helen McFlarfen run extra stairs for some stupid thing.  I don't know about Helen's but the reason she made me run stairs was stupid.  Do you like playing the clarinet? (Not really.)  It seems hard to remember what fingering goes with what notes.  (Not really.)  Do you still like you know who?  (Not really.  Gosh it feels good to get that off my chest.)  I like three people.  (In my head this is very Marsha Brady.)  Well gotta end this letter sometime.

Your friend,
Samantha

Short but Sweet: Giggling Gems #3

Why would you waste a whole sheet of paper on this?  Oh, right, because we're high school twerps.

Maggie,
Yo girl! You really need to quit skipping class! (I have no idea what this is about.  The only class I ever tried to skip was in the second grade.  I went to the bathroom, went back to class, and then decided to go back to the bathroom but when I got there one of the kindergarten teachers was in still in there.  She gave me a "what are you trying to do missy" look that scared me straight for the rest of that year and the next 10 years after that.  Not even kidding a little.  Thanks Mrs. Layman.  You snipped my delinquency in the bud and my life has been all the better for it.)  That guy that killed that one guy!  (Huh?)  Well bells gonna ring!

CHRISTY

Seriously though, if she's still alive I think Mrs. Layman needs to go work for the prison system.  She scared me straight...as much as someone who looks like this needs to be scared straight anyway...

The kitten and I apparently had the same stylist.

Maybe we should have been paying attention in English class instead of writing notes: Giggling Gems #2

If you missed the previous installment of Giggling Gems, here it is.

4-26-00
Maggie,
Wow, sounds like you guys are having fun in P.E. Haha. (Fun was very likely the last thing going on.) That is dumb that I ended up w/ weird Allison as a roommate.  She like got her paper form thing today & looked at it, then she was like "you know you are in the same room as me" I was like "Yes," thinking in my head "unfortunately, duh."  I'm too nice to say things like that out loud.  Sometimes I want to kick myself for it too.  (New paragraph?) Miss Cooker always gives me these weird looks.  It frightens me very greatly.  AAAHHH!!!  (New paragraph?) I really do wish they would have given us more time on the math section yesterday.  I could've gotten it done, but NOOOOO! Oh well.  At least I wasn't like some people like Mirabel who just marked circles.  I actually wanted to do good.  (When are we going to start a new paragraph?!?) I have a buttload of crap (very descriptive) to do during the summer. I will have to do summer school for PE, babysit Stephen, work on the car (which isn't that bad, but, hey.), maybe work at the pool, (Pamela said she talked to the lady who looks at the applications, and she said she hasn't looked at anybody's yet. That is kinda upsetting cuz we need to make our plans for the summer), & --> (Yes, I needed the arrow to tell me to turn the page.  How else would I have known there was MORE ON THE OTHER SIDE!) I think that is about it, but it is a lot over a pretty long time period.  Well, I think that is about it.  Write me a novel back!

C-ya l8er,
Samantha

Found Treasures: Teenage Notes

I was at home this weekend for Mother's Day and Mom wanted me to go through some old boxes of my stuff.  What did I find?  Only the best payload ever: notes from junior high and high school!  Talk about vapid crap quality reading material.  Oh, it was epic, and you all are in for a treat because I've decided to post them here, in random order, over the course of several months.  Stay tuned, it's about to get...ridiculous-er.

Full disclosure:
All names (except mine -- you should know by now that I have no shame) have been changed to protect the innocent, young, and stupid.  All other material is an exact transcription.  Editorial comments will be italicized in green. 

And now, I present you with these Giggling Gems...

4-21-98
*Maggie*
Hey, sup w/ u. N.M.H. Did you have fun 2-day? I didn't really.  Did you have fun sitting were you do in Science?  I know you probably did.  Mr. Stine looks like he's constipated.  What am I saying, he probably is!! (That's either sarcasm or we were really excited about our science teacher's lack of bowel movements.)  I don't know whether Kim and Kurtis r still going out.  I don't think I really even care.  Not to be mean about it or anything, but I really don't.  I like someone.  I'll tell you l8ter.  You prob already know.  Well G.G. C-ya l8ter.  (I think the technical abbreviation is l8r.  I think "l8ter" is pronounced "late-ter".)

Your friend,
Samantha

P.S. Thanx for all of the notes you wrote in your free time.  They were lovely.  (I can't imagine what I wrote, but I know it was probably completely goofy and nonsensical -- "lovely" is definitely a kind way of putting  it.)