| | I went to take the AP Psych exam today and Nick drove me and a friend up to the church. We went to Starbucks first, and the girl behind the counter happened to be Sloane, my crush from eighth grade. I really liked her, but she told me she wouldn't date a black guy. ("It's not mean or anything," she said.) She walked past me and I yelled "Oh, Sloane!" and she got all confused. "I remember you from . . ." she started. "White Oak," I said and winked at her. It was so funny . . . Nick and Sheila thought it was awkward as hell and I guess it was . . . but I should have been like "bye, baby" when I left or something, just to screw with her.
So, last summer I read Nothing Feels Good: Punk Rock, Teenagers and Emo, and I discovered the Dashboard Confessional, and life was wonderful - actually, it was painful and sad, and I spent many evenings up in my room enjoying my "feelings." Now I don't see why that's a reason to make fun of Daniel. On the bus yesterday I'd discovered - get this - A String Quartet Tribute to Dashboard. (there's one for Incubus, and Coldplay, it's actually really cool.) And Alex was like "[cups left hand] these are Chris Carrabba's testicles . . . [cups right hand and makes a suggestive motion with the left] and this is Dan." That's not nice! (That's the kind of comeback I've been reduced to. I think it would be very un-emolike to yell "fuck you!" or something.) But I find it pointless to fight his and Giulia's bit that "he's a thirty-year-old man singing about teenage problems!" because well, I'm seventeen, and I have problems, and where else am I going to find a song for occasions such as "I met a crush from four years ago at Starbucks"?
I mean, I'm gonna go to college soon and be all mature and shit, and I won't have little high school-problems anymore. So the way I see is it that I should whine now while the whining is good. And as I grow into adulthood, I'll have the incredibly cultured "String Quartet Tribute" to whine along with. |
Laur