tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6881592673750097460.post1933115605584512961..comments2023-10-19T08:03:05.757-04:00Comments on Missy's Book Nook: ~More 1985~Missy B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10291867551001087415noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6881592673750097460.post-85173897422766625152009-09-27T23:15:05.718-04:002009-09-27T23:15:05.718-04:00I'm sorry, but I'm totally laughing that y...I'm sorry, but I'm totally laughing that you met your "dangerous" fella in an accounting class ;0)<br /><br />I was smack in the middle of high school wishing I could date anyone, dangerous or not.The Bumbleshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08334162339045336577noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6881592673750097460.post-45457367415305963272009-09-27T22:14:51.335-04:002009-09-27T22:14:51.335-04:00I don't think it's acting out if your worl...I don't think it's acting out if your world was totally turned on end that year!Lisahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05554217416500328610noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6881592673750097460.post-32766713696882902412009-09-27T19:12:32.229-04:002009-09-27T19:12:32.229-04:00The eighties are kind of a blur for me! Doing the...The eighties are kind of a blur for me! Doing the whole single mom thing, trying to stay out of bad relationships (not so successful there!) and just hoping to stay afloat financially.<br /><br />I recall a lot of partying, too!Laurel-Rain Snowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00101090217639410913noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6881592673750097460.post-60794425231067738412009-09-27T10:02:17.829-04:002009-09-27T10:02:17.829-04:00Wow, that was dangerous;) Let's see... working...Wow, that was dangerous;) Let's see... working, trying to finish college, and going to the beach a lot on weekends. REM's Fables of the Reconstruction was big on campus radio.Judihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13164710166536703533noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6881592673750097460.post-4467639036437701202009-09-27T10:00:10.028-04:002009-09-27T10:00:10.028-04:00I was also reeling. A lot. I was in my Junior Year...I was also reeling. A lot. I was in my Junior Year (I think that is what it is called - second year of highschool out of three?) and was 16 going on 17 in 1985. Late 1984 I met this boy who was to become the love of my life...LOL. At least for the next few years, although he dumped me after a few months. Waaaaah. I agonized over him for ages and it wasn't until I met another boy (in early 1987) who ALSO dumped me after a short time, that I got over the first one. LOL. Its all coming back now. Actually, there was an in-between boyfriend, and we actually managed to be together for almost a year, but looking back, I was more in love with being in a relationship than I was in love with him. In fact only shortly after we broke up, I had a hard time fathom whatever I saw in him, and that feeling has been with me ever since, every time I see him, which isn't often at all, though. <br /><br />Anyway, my grandmother died in 1984 at a young age of 60-something, and I was still sorry about that in 1985. Still misses her to this day actually.<br /><br />I went to England on summerholiday with my parents, siblings and cousin. It was a blast. We had so much fun.<br /><br />I was listening to The Cure (nothing like some weltschmertz to kindle your own broken heart) and U2 and Depeche Mode, I always wore black and was definitely much thinner than I am today....Louisehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04041866872571178817noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6881592673750097460.post-11864051040804689482009-09-27T09:23:09.631-04:002009-09-27T09:23:09.631-04:00Well..I wasn't born yet. :)Well..I wasn't born yet. :)Ninahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11698452908549878264noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6881592673750097460.post-39012214408566327192009-09-27T07:18:17.083-04:002009-09-27T07:18:17.083-04:00Well not stalking a go, who ended up as my bf, goo...Well not stalking a go, who ended up as my bf, good work ;)<br />I was sleeping, walking, playing with the cat and my dollsBlodeueddhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03435479623560871881noreply@blogger.com