The Most Random Thing Happenned Today

OK, so last night at about 1:30 in the morning becuase I couldn't sleep I decided to google my name. Partly just out of interest, and partly to confirm that none of my previous boyfriends or wanna-be boyfriends had created a gem of a website dedicated entirely to revealing my deep dark secrets or photos taken at a bad angle or any other commentary on my personal grooming habits.

So after I hit the search button, a litany of links were displayed (most all of them were just referencing articles I've co-written, and were therefore, BORING). But at the top of the page was a new link. When I clicked on it, I was surprised to learn that someone in my 8th grade class had posted on HIS blog (see August 17 post)that he HAS MY 8TH GRADE YEARBOOK.

HOW it ended up with this guy is completely beyond me. I mean, how could I have LIVED with myself without desperately holding onto my 8th grade yearbook? HOW? Goodness knows that all of life's mysteries are revealed between the written sentiments to be found inside the pages of an 8th grade yearbook. So I've decided to do a cost-benefit analysis of the pros and cons of re-acquiring this yearbook:

Pro: The "K.I.T." and "B.F.F." salutations could, for example, be interpreted as some really funny acronyms. I'm sure Joe Joe could come up with some appropriate X-rated representations.

Pro: Having a good laugh at all the HORRID fashions and hairstyles that I remember my classmates having. (This was 1988, folks, so you understand)

Pro: Laughing even HARDER at pictures of people I particularly didn't like, wearing aforementioned humorous attire and coiffures.

Con: Realizing that my own hair and clothes were just as bad.

Maybe if I'm able to get my yearbook back, I'll post a photo from it, just to prove my point. There's a reason, you know, that VERY FEW photos of me from 1985-1990 are in existance. They're THAT BAD, people.

Daily Poop-O-Meter: After yesterday, I'm not even worried about it :)