80s Adolescent Angst: so SPRUNG over SKI(boys)ING!!

Why blog the 80s?

Due to not-so-popular yet compelling demand, I'm blogging my high school diary entries from the late eighties and early nineties.

You are more likely to enjoy this blog if:
- You were born between 1970 and 1976.
- You thought George Michael would fall in love with you if he only got to know you.
- Your Aquanet consumption easily exceeded one fushia aerosol can per month.
- You penned at least one angsty poem per week about your latest crush.
- You assiduously nursed all legitimate bouts of melancholia into sustained periods of truly impressive despair. When you consulted your journals weeks after writing about each episode, you moved yourself to tears.

It's SNOWING. We've totally been out of school for four days! What's so sucky is I got sick at the same time. And, even though I finished finals, I haven't gone to THS yet.

Still, I had an AWESOME day skiing on Saturday. I'm still lousy at the skiing part, but the guy part is totally RAD. Saturday I met a guy named Nate who is totally terriffic in every way. Very sweet. Very smart.

But, oh, did I mention he's also a model for Generra line clothing, and for The Bon and Nordstroms, too? He's paid like $3,000 a job on the average. He's 16, sweet, gorgeous, built, filthy rich, a skiier, and oh yeah, he drives a jeep.

I totally heart him. He skiied with me all day. Ok, so I snowplowed and he skiied and went off jumps while I just tried to get down the stupid hill. Skiing would be totally LAME if it didn't involve lots of cute guys!

We met on the ski lift. I LOVE ski lifts. Ski lifts are the best part of skiing.

Tomorrow is my first day at THS. I'm sooooooo scared, but excited too. Wish me luck!