...staring @ the sun with a popsicle everything is possible...

i was reminiscing about the horrors of high school while i was driving home from work today...i was such a disaster my freshman year. actually, both my freshman years were disasters that i would most like to forget completely about...i went to a very strict and overbearing catholic elementary school and inside i was a diehard metal head... all i wanted was to be able to let my true self shine through...which was quite impossible in a green plaid skirt and white peter pan colored blouse...oh, and a handsome crossing tie! how fucking gay is that? i will assure you tho that i wore my matching green knee socks scrunched down around my ankles, proudly REBELLING against the uniformity of st. columba...also, no nail polish or earrings below the lobe. ick. in 3rd grade, which was the most painful year of my adolescence, we had a nun (who was seriously more of a sister of satan than a bride of christ) with a paralyzed middle finger who also made it a rule (law) that girls had to have their hair Above The Neck. as in, if you had hair longer than your shirt collar, you had to have it in a pony tail. nazi tactics. so this stifling environment was wreaking havoc on my poison and skid row loving personality. oh, when i said i was a metal head, i meant it in the cheesiest and most fashionable way possible. anyway, i get to high school, and i'm riding the cusp of the end of the eighties now, it's 1992, and there are still some handsome metal boys that i of course fall in love with (seriously, i was so fucking lame. i loved this boy, who was so stereotypically metal, with his crazy mullet, but with nice bangs like? and big brown eyes...so he was my true type, but ever so skinny and with black jeans and metallica t-shirts. sigh.) (i'm pretty sure i wrote him a note and like, had a friend slip it to him. imagine what a geek i was?) i couldn't IMAGINE why he didn't instantly fall in love... christ.
alas, a metal boy DID fall in love with me.
i was 14.
he was a senior and i think 18.
and while he was indeed ever so metal, he was really not as beauteous as the first mulleted metal boy i mentioned...he had long hair, check, but he had these awful feathery bangs that once in awhile were just a bit too short. so this kid somehow tells me he "likes" me...and somehow gets my phone number...i will now assume that jess the retarded freshman gave it to him...and one day he calls me!!! and asks me to go to the mall! what the fuck would a big, senior, metal boy want with a small, skinny, total douche bag of a 14 year old?? i'll tell you what...DATE RAPE!! how fucking retarded is that??? and then, my sister and best friend and i went to see oliver twist at jay (which was um, so god awful that we left at intermission) and he was there!!! with his godforsaken friend who we called "where's waldo?" cuz he looked like "where's waldo" obviously...anyway, i think i remembered this all rather painfully driving home cuz gn'r's "estranged" was on and that's the song i was listening to when he called and tried to seduce me.
songs immediately transport me to other dimensions....

anyway, that's it for me reminiscing right now...juliet learned how to climb out of her crib today (fuck me) and therefore my life is over. she is up, and i best go get her before she flies out...

oh and by the by...
Echo Station XXX-Mas Show...December 23rd...Piano's NYC...our fave spot...9ish!!!!