how about i'm outside of your window?

Oh dude, I'm on such an emo kick. It's awful. Maybe it explains why I've been feeling so freaking crazy lately. My bangs have grown out to a side-swept mess, I'm blowing them out of my eyes constantly. I sing Saves the Day at the top of my lungs and sleep soooo much. Why am I acting like a friggin' 17-year-old?

Who knows, I'll grow out of it after I finish dying my hair black, cutting up my favorite t-shirts and getting drunk at the next Caffeine Kills show. Yo Salt, back me up on this. You were more of a BOAD girl, but still.

AND WILL YOU TELL ALL YOUR FRIENDS, YOU GOT YOUR GUN TO MY HEADDDDDD?

Okay, on a more serious note, let's talk high school "alt" stereotypes. When Salt and I were in high school, the big counterculture thing was being scene. For God's sake, we met through the friggin' scene. Oh, Springfield.

Neither of us are very involved in the scene, but here's how it went when McSaltay and Peppaz were in high school:

-The place to be was DOWNTOWN. During the summer, we'd all sit on the square, smokin' cigs (turkish royals of course!) and shootin' the shit. Otherwise, there were plenty of shows to see. This was before the bar ban, of course. But yeah- Benefit of a Doubt, Herestoyou, The Social, Caffeine Kills...what else am I missing? I think I had a crush on like, at least one member of each band.

-Mudhouse. Even though I worked at the competition, Emack & Bolio's, Mudhouse was the place to be seen...in the scene. Who were you without that ubiquituous clear cup and black straw? no one. exactly.



-Facebook wasn't even around then. MySpace, baby, full of self-taken photos, photoshopped to hell and signs. MySpace whores, I can't even believe they still exist, yo. I actually took the trouble of going though my blogs and deleting some particularly embarassing ones.

-Boys wearing girl jeans. Straightened hair. Girls wearing shitloads of beads. Little girl barrettes. Clove cigarettes, whiskey and black-out drunkeness. Giant sunglasses. Black, tattered chuck taylors. Teased, sprayed and dyed hair. I had some pretty ridic hair back then, bouffanted with little girl barrettes and dyed black underneath. And I was also with aspiring gauges. See photo (I'm on the right):
That brings me to Mercy Clothing. Oh my God. You were no one if you didn't model for their t-shirts, or weren't good friends with someone who did. Holy god.

-Let's talk scene love. Average length: three weeks. Need I say more?

-One word: CHRISTCORE. Another one: XANGA.

-Bright Eyes, The Faint, Death Cab, Dashboard Confessional, Ascitiesburn, Lovedrug, The Chariot, The Show is the Rainbow!!, Cursive, The Blood Brothers, Interpol, Throwdown, Winter Solstice,The Postal Service, Underoath, Mewithoutyou. Ohhhh, yeah.



There were both good and bad memories I left behind in Springfield along with the boxes of black hair dye and chunky necklaces. But man, it's gonna be hilarious when my kids are like, "yeah, my mom was a scene kid in high school."



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