It was my senior year of high school, just a typical Monday morning and I was running a little late. Well probably a lot late. It was my senior year after all, and I didn’t even have an actual class first period. Once I finished applying my white eyeliner and glitter eyeshadow (I’ve come a long way), I slid on my navy blue adidas sandals and hit the door running. But, something was amiss with my 1992 Honda Accord with the dent in the trunk. The entire passenger side of the car was HOT PINK. I’m talking florescent. From a distance, it honestly looked like the car had been painted. I was strangely upset about the new paint job, even though I’ve never had a problem with hot pink. I mean honestly, at least paint the whole car and not just the passenger side! But as I got closer, I realized that this wasn’t paint after all. It was hundreds of post-it notes perfectly lined and covering the side of my car. Well I couldn’t drive to school that way! The sticky notes would have fallen off and I would have been littering. So I had to get them all off, one by one, which made me even later for school. I can’t even remember if I made it to first period that day at all. What I did know was that someone got me good.
The 2013 Diana would have just tweeted about it or sent out a mass text to find out who did this. But, it was 2004. We didn’t have facebook or twitter and definitely not unlimited texting. All we had was xanga and voteforfun.com. We also used the ancient method of writing messages to each other via pen and paper, folding them up neatly and passing them to our friends directly or sliding them through the vents in our lockers. Weird right? Anyway. I finally I heard my sprint flip phone ringing (my ringtone was “Milkshake”, I really wish that wasn’t true) I pulled up the antenna and answered. It was the culprit.
Moral of the story, don’t wear white eyeliner and glitter eyeshadow.