I was looking through my highschool yearbook from my Sophomore year today. 1988. Not sure why it's at my house and not my parent's house but somehow it made the trip over. Boy was I cute! Er, not so much. (That's me on the left). I'm trying to recall what celebrity made the short-on- one-side, long-on-the-other hair style in vogue back in the 80's. Or maybe that was just my doing all on my own. That chic style, along with the braces, way oversized sweatshirt, tight jeans tapered at the bottom and converse high tops made for a totally stylin' 16 year old. But what I was really most interested in, more than the pictures, were what my friends wrote in the yearbook. Not sure about you, but back then it was a HUGE deal to save space for special people to write long, drawn out notes in the yearbook. Longer note=better friend. Good friends were reserved prime real estate in the book too (I saw today that I actually wrote "saved" on the corner of these important pages to ensure the right person would write there...).