Age > Youth
Wednesday, 27. January 2010
I recently visited home for the holidays, and being back in my old room from high school brings back a lot of memories.
Now, I didn’t totally hate high school, but I also didn’t totally love it.
I was a zoo in every sense of the word. I was a cheerleader with jet black hair who loved The Cure and played softball in the spring. I’ve never been the kind of person to fit into one type of mold – I somehow always find something in common with almost every person I meet.
That doesn’t really work in high school, and people end up questioning your moral character.
“Damn. Why is that bitch talking to them?”
If I somehow lived the life of the characters on Friday Night Lights (I know, I really need to get over this show) where they all seem so grown up and mature (they go to bars for fucks sake), that might have been OK. While they all go through serious drama, they come off as way more mature than I ever was.
Anyway, I recently came across this photo of me snapped in my bedroom when I was a senior in high school.
It’s no fucking wonder my parents (and my brother) hated me. If I wasn’t lazy, I would get on photoshop and draw arrows to the MANY things that are wrong with this picture.
For starters, God forbid I allow myself to get a little sun. And, secondly, lose the goth/emo/I hate life bitchface.
You will notice that there is a bright yellow construction/traffic light thing. Apparently, I thought it was cool to steal it and bring it home. I remember that. It was cool until I tried to go to sleep at night.
Blink. Blink. Blink. Blink. Blink.
WHO THOUGHT STEALING A BLINKING LIGHT WAS COOL? WHY?
A few things of note on my mirrored closet doors.
1. I thought the GAP was THAT cool that I put a sticker on my wall. The GAP. Seriously?
2. There is a photo of my brother (taped above a photo of some male model) in which I clearly drew devil horns and a goatee on him. What a nice person I was.
3. Apparently, I thought that Bartyles and James wine coolers were so cool that I put their labels on my mirror. Wine coolers? Seriously.
4. I guess I liked black and white photos of people kissing. A LOT.
5. Wire hangers were totally acceptable to me.
The point is, if I ever had to go back to those days, I might die. Even knowing what I know now, I would never want to be an angst-ridden 17-year old who covers her wall with stupid shit and has enough anger to last a lifetime.
Brittany Says:
My walls were covered in ads ripped out of magazines. GAP, Guess jeans, Ralph Lauren, etc.
I FEEL YOU.
Allison Says:
It’s just so funny how you think certain things are SO cool.
PDXPrincess Says:
Looks similar to my own room in HS…all you’d have to do is take away the sports stuff and hang up some Smiths and Cure posters!
PDXPrincess Says:
…by “sports” I mean the cheer leading photos. Ha!
AJ Says:
I hear ya. I’m not sure which is worse, being teenagers when we were or now!
claire Says:
I opened the picture all big, to peek at you with & I thought that you liked pictures of people kissing too.
Then I felt stupid for the ads I had on my walls b/c your look like actual pictures, way classier.
Then..I read the rest of your post, now I feel good again! =0)
claire Says:
Oh, and YES! WTF were my parents THINKING!! I see of of the stuff in my old room, now that I live back by my parents ( I havent since before I got married) and I’m cleaning it out like..dude..I hope I NEVER have a daughter, she will be a whore for sure!
Allison Says:
PDX: OK, I was wondering what “sports” stuff you were talking about!! I love that you consider cheer a sport!
AJ: Sometimes I’m not sure either.
Claire: HAAAAAAA! Those were ripped straight out of magazines. Also, I can’t even begin to tell you how petrified I am of having a daughter. I was a nightmare and if she’s even remotely like me as a teenager, I’m in trouble!!
Angie [A Whole Lot of Nothing] Says:
I had a poster of Guns n’ Roses and one of Balthezar Getty.
I was very confused.
Sheila Says:
I had zebra print corduroy curtains that I hung on my wall! WTF was I thinking…I thought it was art! Ha!
How else were we going to express ourselves in that small town if we didn’t die our hair and wear crazy clothes and have that ‘goth/emo/I hate life bitchface’.
AND we turned out just fine!
P.S. I looked at the pic big too and there I am
top right cheer photo, top row third from the left…lol
Jason Bellamy Says:
I think the Sanch read this and shit the bed thinking about the blog post 20 years from now when you write, “Seriously, I allowed cat ass on my pillow? What was I thinking?”
heather... Says:
my walls were covered with Debbie Gibson, Mike Piazza, and Eric Karros posters. I don’t know how I ever got anyone to marry me.
Your hair in that picture? Your angsty half-smile? AWESOME.
PDXPrincess Says:
Cheer is a sport for sure…I tried out for cheer leading in HS…I couldn’t (and still can’t) do a cartwheel so I did not make the team…shocking, I know!
Come to think of it…I did have a “sports” poster…Tony Hawk doing some sick trick on his skate board and looking hot for Vision Streetwear. I was a total betty…since of course I couldn’t ride a skate board to save my life…just liked all those cute skater boyz! 
Bryan C. Says:
I thought you were cool and a little scary.
little.lamb Says:
alright. THIS is the best post ever. THE BEST POST EVER.
“2. There is a photo of my brother (taped above a photo of some male model) in which I clearly drew devil horns and a goatee on him. What a nice person I was.”
im fucking laughing my ass off
little.lamb Says:
for the record, i saw the pic before i read the post and went “must have been an ex boyfriend?”. nope. brother. THATS funny.
(for record, i have only two brothers. so i can TOTALLY see myself having done that.)
Allison Says:
Angie: I can’t lie. I didn’t know who Balthezar Getty was until he slept with Sienna Miller.
Shelia: I LOVE that you saw yourself in the cheer pictures. I can’t lie…happy to be out of the AC, and to have survived it.
JB: There are too many things to list that I do for The Sanch. I am sure there will be a whole post of those things in 20 years. Little shitface.
Heather: Thank you for liking my bitchface. That’s why we are friends.
Bryan: You thought I was scary because Michael told you how mean I was. I was kind of mean to his friends too. Sorry!
Lamb: Seriously, I tortured that kid. I made him get rides to school with one of my friends and not me…GAH.
Mom Says:
Did you draw the horns on Michael before or after you took him “test-driving” and, alas and alack, YOU chose not to wear your seatbelt and ended up throught the windshield. . .
little.lamb Says:
im BACK. well, kinda. less cussing. ok, no cussing. and too many baby pictures.
Yes, i am THAT person now. throat punch me.
http://heybubba.wordpress.com/
Mrs. Call Me Crazy Says:
I cut out the pictures from the Abercrombie shopping bags and hung them on my closet doors. I also kept an umbrella from a drink that I was served in high school (while visiting my big brother at Ohio State).
I never even thought about how dumb that all was until now. Thanks.
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