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I've been listening to a lot of early/mid-90's alternative rock songs the last few days, and I feel like a middle schooler again.
A Nirvana song comes on, and I'm back in math class sitting next to the kid with the "Kurt Cobain for Student Council President" sign in the cover slip of his binder just days after he shot himself.
Any song from Aerosmith's Get A Grip album comes on, and I'm sitting in front of the TV beating it to then-unknown-actress Alicia Silverstone in one of her many music video appearances for the group.
Mazzy Star's "Fade Into You" starts playing and it's late at night during summer vacation as her voice lulls me off to sleep.
Live's "All Over You" or Green Day's "Longview" and I'm at a party with all my friends (none of whom I'm still in contact with anymore) playing my first games of Spin the Bottle and Truth or Dare, both of which were incredibly tame versions of the games.
I miss those days of my life. I miss how carefree and innocent and exciting they were.
I miss the thrill of seeing the girl I had a crush on bending over, unknowingly giving me a look down her shirt at her bra.
I miss writing in my little diary (yeah, I kept one) about how I saw my best friend's sister topless.
I miss how I was able to have totally ridiculious fantasies about a girl and they didn't seem so dumb that it ruined the moment for me.
I miss hearing the rumors about sex in the bathrooms, and even being witness to a couple coming out of the bathroom with red faces.
I miss doing the bunnyhop in gym class (yeah, we did it in gym class) and getting to put my hands on my crush's shoulders.
I miss sitting in the library with my friends trying to hide the fact that we were reading the teen girl magazines for the "body talk" articles.
I miss sex ed class, where I was introduced to strange things like the meaning of 36-24-36 and the term "cherry."
I miss walking home with a friend and talking about girls.
I miss trying to hide my walkman from the teacher on duty during activity period and how I refused to give it up because it wasn't bothering anybody, so what was wrong with me having it?
I miss sitting at lunch and being asked for a nickel by a girl, and after I said no, the guys sitting next to me would call her a "nickel whore."
I miss being told by the jock clique to sit somewhere else because I was in their area.
I miss overhearing a conversation about somebody's first date and "how far did you go?" and "how was she?"
I miss feeling angry at the people making fun of my friend because he was gay.
I miss deciding to tell a girl that I liked her, only to lose her in the crowd the day before she moved away.
I miss being given a website address that had pictures of naked women on it. This was back when that was RARE and the web was just becoming a publicly accessable thing.
I miss the last day of my 8th grade year, when we'd all be moving on to seperate high schools. Kids were hugging and crying because they knew that this was the last day they'd all be together in this place after 3 years of memories.
A Nirvana song comes on, and I'm back in math class sitting next to the kid with the "Kurt Cobain for Student Council President" sign in the cover slip of his binder just days after he shot himself.
Any song from Aerosmith's Get A Grip album comes on, and I'm sitting in front of the TV beating it to then-unknown-actress Alicia Silverstone in one of her many music video appearances for the group.
Mazzy Star's "Fade Into You" starts playing and it's late at night during summer vacation as her voice lulls me off to sleep.
Live's "All Over You" or Green Day's "Longview" and I'm at a party with all my friends (none of whom I'm still in contact with anymore) playing my first games of Spin the Bottle and Truth or Dare, both of which were incredibly tame versions of the games.
I miss those days of my life. I miss how carefree and innocent and exciting they were.
I miss the thrill of seeing the girl I had a crush on bending over, unknowingly giving me a look down her shirt at her bra.
I miss writing in my little diary (yeah, I kept one) about how I saw my best friend's sister topless.
I miss how I was able to have totally ridiculious fantasies about a girl and they didn't seem so dumb that it ruined the moment for me.
I miss hearing the rumors about sex in the bathrooms, and even being witness to a couple coming out of the bathroom with red faces.
I miss doing the bunnyhop in gym class (yeah, we did it in gym class) and getting to put my hands on my crush's shoulders.
I miss sitting in the library with my friends trying to hide the fact that we were reading the teen girl magazines for the "body talk" articles.
I miss sex ed class, where I was introduced to strange things like the meaning of 36-24-36 and the term "cherry."
I miss walking home with a friend and talking about girls.
I miss trying to hide my walkman from the teacher on duty during activity period and how I refused to give it up because it wasn't bothering anybody, so what was wrong with me having it?
I miss sitting at lunch and being asked for a nickel by a girl, and after I said no, the guys sitting next to me would call her a "nickel whore."
I miss being told by the jock clique to sit somewhere else because I was in their area.
I miss overhearing a conversation about somebody's first date and "how far did you go?" and "how was she?"
I miss feeling angry at the people making fun of my friend because he was gay.
I miss deciding to tell a girl that I liked her, only to lose her in the crowd the day before she moved away.
I miss being given a website address that had pictures of naked women on it. This was back when that was RARE and the web was just becoming a publicly accessable thing.
I miss the last day of my 8th grade year, when we'd all be moving on to seperate high schools. Kids were hugging and crying because they knew that this was the last day they'd all be together in this place after 3 years of memories.