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I do the teenage angst thing very well. I can lie in my room playing Linkin Park for hours on end. I can swear loudly at my parents, and tell my friend over the phone how my parents don’t understand me. Naturally that triggers a three hour conversation.
I can thank the lord for sending me Avril Lavinge, my new idol. Now I have real friends. We sit around talking about music and painting our nails black. We talk about boys and how naturally, they were all in love with me. After all, wearing a tie with a singlet has made me the coolest girl out, right?
Yesterday I was grounded for getting a spit-ball stuck on the teacher’s bald spot. Grosse, I know but it was worth it for that short period of time where Katie Cassidy and Mary-Kate Jensen thought I was cool. At least that’s what I think they thought. Maybe I should try and be more like them; I mean it DID work for Lindsay Lohan in “Mean Girls”.
I was speaking to Mark at the bus stop, the twelve year old who wore a size 13 shoe. You know what they say, big shoes big socks. He told me about everything he planned on getting up to, now that he was in high school. He told me about how his brother told him that he got to flood classrooms and let the goats out of their pens once he graduated high school. This is what Mark looked forward to the most. I told him that he should try the teenage rebel thing, since Blink 182 made causing havoc your VIP pass to social acceptance these days.
Just the other night, I had an argument with my dad. He forgot to bring home the fat-free cheese that I asked for, this morning. He called me selfish and I told him that was child-abuse. He told me that there was no way he could pick up CHEESE from the health food store in Parramatta between dropping of Tom and Andrew to cricket, picking up mum from the station and cleaning out the spare room for the grandparents to stay in this weekend. I told him he could just go leave me alone and leave the house. That way at least I could finally understand what Good Charlotte was talking about. That would make me cool, like them.
There’s a new teacher for maths, and I have her for the rest of this term. I didn’t do my homework and she asked me why. I told her that I tried, but I didn’t have my cheese, Tom and Andrew were annoying me because they won at cricket and I apparently owed them lunch, Mark stole my pencil-case just so that I would pay attention to him, because naturally he was in love with me, I mean I wore the tie and the singlet. That makes me cool right? She just gave me a detention and asked me what Linkin Park would do for me now.
I suppose she was giving me enough “tie” to hang myself with.
I can thank the lord for sending me Avril Lavinge, my new idol. Now I have real friends. We sit around talking about music and painting our nails black. We talk about boys and how naturally, they were all in love with me. After all, wearing a tie with a singlet has made me the coolest girl out, right?
Yesterday I was grounded for getting a spit-ball stuck on the teacher’s bald spot. Grosse, I know but it was worth it for that short period of time where Katie Cassidy and Mary-Kate Jensen thought I was cool. At least that’s what I think they thought. Maybe I should try and be more like them; I mean it DID work for Lindsay Lohan in “Mean Girls”.
I was speaking to Mark at the bus stop, the twelve year old who wore a size 13 shoe. You know what they say, big shoes big socks. He told me about everything he planned on getting up to, now that he was in high school. He told me about how his brother told him that he got to flood classrooms and let the goats out of their pens once he graduated high school. This is what Mark looked forward to the most. I told him that he should try the teenage rebel thing, since Blink 182 made causing havoc your VIP pass to social acceptance these days.
Just the other night, I had an argument with my dad. He forgot to bring home the fat-free cheese that I asked for, this morning. He called me selfish and I told him that was child-abuse. He told me that there was no way he could pick up CHEESE from the health food store in Parramatta between dropping of Tom and Andrew to cricket, picking up mum from the station and cleaning out the spare room for the grandparents to stay in this weekend. I told him he could just go leave me alone and leave the house. That way at least I could finally understand what Good Charlotte was talking about. That would make me cool, like them.
There’s a new teacher for maths, and I have her for the rest of this term. I didn’t do my homework and she asked me why. I told her that I tried, but I didn’t have my cheese, Tom and Andrew were annoying me because they won at cricket and I apparently owed them lunch, Mark stole my pencil-case just so that I would pay attention to him, because naturally he was in love with me, I mean I wore the tie and the singlet. That makes me cool right? She just gave me a detention and asked me what Linkin Park would do for me now.
I suppose she was giving me enough “tie” to hang myself with.