I don’t want to go to school tomorrow. I hate Mondays and I had such a fun weekend. At least it’s almost summer.

On Friday, Marla passed me a folded up note in Spanish class. It said that she would drive me home from school in her new white Trans Am. It is so cool with red interior and the bird on the hood.

“We Got the Beat” by the Go-Go’s came on the radio as we drove home. The t-tops were down, we blasted the music, and sang every word at the top of our lungs.

When she dropped me off, I ran into the house so that I could catch General Hospital. My favorite soap is not as good as it was before they found the Ice Princess, but I still love it. The new Frisco and Felicia storyline is great. They could become the next Luke and Laura.

On Friday night, a bunch of us went to the movies. Marla wanted to drive her new car, so all eight of us piled in. We all squeezed on each other’s laps in the back seat. We saw The Outsiders. It was the best movie I had ever seen. It stars Matt Dillon from Little Darlings. I am so in love with him. The guy who played Soda Pop was cute also. I think his name is Rob Lowe.

After the movie, we stopped at the diner. I ordered my favorite – French fries with melted mozzarella cheese and gravy. After we ate, I really wanted a cigarette but I was out of my Virginia Slims Lights. Luckily, Marla had a pack of Marlboro Lights on her and she gave me one. Everyone from school was there, so we smoked our cigarettes and hung out for a while.

I only slept until 11:00 Saturday morning. I was so annoyed that I had woken up so early. My friends weren’t up yet so I hung out at home. My mom toasted me a Pop Tart while I walked over to the TV to turn it on. I put on MTV and watched for a while. I love that MTV plays videos all day long. Michael Jackson’s “Thriller” just came out and it is amazing. The girl who stars in it, Ola Ray, is so pretty. She is going to be a big star.

Finally, my princess phone rang. Ones of my friends had woken up. I tripped on the cord when I ran to answer it, but thankfully I got it before they hung up. I hate to have to call someone back, it is so annoying when I get a busy signal.

My parents were going out for the day so I invited my friends over to lay out. It was finally warm enough and I really needed color. I put on my bikini, pulled my hair up into a scrunchy, and grabbed my Laura Biagiotti sunglasses. We sat on our plastic lounge chairs and put on lots of baby oil. I did not have enough reflectors for everyone so we made a few with album covers and aluminum foil. They work just as well as the real ones. Someone brought Sun-In and we sprayed it on our hair.

We made frozen French bread pizza for lunch and ate Doritos, Funyuns and Barbecue Chips all day. My parents weren’t around so we smoked cigarettes and drank some Bartles & Jaymes wine coolers.

We made plans to go to a club Saturday night. We each told our parents we were going to a different house for the night so they would never know where we really were. I put on my favorite outfit – stone washed Guess jeans, a white blouse with big shoulder pads and the collar up, a big red belt, and red pumps.

I love my Guess jeans but I hate putting them on. They are so tight and I need to lay on my bed and pull the zipper up with a hanger.

My makeup came out great. I love the way my Nat Robbins teal eyeliner goes with my blue mascara. I also love my new frosted pink lipstick – Zinc Pink by Revlon. My hair looked good too – the perfect amount of Aussie Scrunch Spray and Aqua Net to keep it big and curly. I grabbed my Gear bag and I was ready to go.

The club was so much fun. They didn’t proof so we got right in. When they played Madonna’s “Holiday”, the cutest boy asked me to dance. He looked so cool in his parachute pants. I was so happy when he asked me for my number. We waited forever for the bartender to give us a pen so that I could write it down on a matchbook for him. I hope he doesn’t lose it.

When I woke up on Sunday morning, I stayed in bed for a while and read a couple of chapters of “Flowers in the Attic”.

Later in the day, I went shopping with my mom. We went to the mall. I bought some new sweaters at Benetton and a pair of pink jelly shoes. We ate at the food court. I had Sbarro’s pizza and an Orange Julius.

On the way home, we drove through the Fotomat to pick up our vacation pictures from last month. They came out great. I had an awesome tan when we were in Florida. The Bain De Soleil Orange Gelee really gives you the best color.

When I came home, I made a mix tape, which took so long. I had to listen very carefully to the stereo so that I could press play and record together as soon as I heard a song I liked. It was important to do it as soon as the song came on, and not to get the DJ speaking in the background. That could ruin the whole tape.

It is getting late and I must get my homework done before Dynasty comes on. Alexis and Krystal are supposed to have a big fight tonight. I can’t miss it.

It is back to school tomorrow. I’m looking forward to next weekend – we have tickets to the Duran Duran concert!

This article was originally published on The Widow Wears Pink

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Stacy Feintuch

Stacy Feintuch became a single mom to her two young daughters after the unexpected death of her husband in 2011. Proud to admit that her girls, now teenagers, are her world, Stacy also makes time to blog at http://www.thewidowwearspink.com/ and enjoy her new favorite pastime, yoga.

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