Saturday, February 10, 2001

"Without You" by Nilsson was the number one song in the country the day i was born...

somebody clue me in to this song cuz i have no idea what the hell it is...
2/10/2001 04:01:41 AM | immortalize me | 21 comments

according to Minnesota state law, it is illegal to:

a) refer to margarine as "butter" in any advertising...so i guess parkay and I can't believe it's not butter are pretty much fucked...
b) wrestle with greased pigs...damn..there goes the weekend
c) throw any sharp objects at another person or animal for entertainment purposes...when's the circus in town again?
2/10/2001 03:51:03 AM | immortalize me | 21 comments

Thursday, February 08, 2001

so gary wants me to blog already...well ok i will...actually its kinda a good thing cuz i been thinkin bout somethin lately that i havnt thought about in years...like literally years....
its a story kinda thing but not a nice story..or a funny story..its actually a kinda painful story..in that pre-teen-school-gettin-picked-on kinda way...first let me set it up a bit...whenever i watch movies about high school with kids in them who are always gettin picked on, or other movies where the characters always think of when they were in school and got picked on, i always think about my school experiences, and how, yeah i was picked on, but it never really made a difference, or hurt my feelings or anything like that. That or i think, "I was never picked on in school like that. Boy wasn't I lucky."
But then, the other day, out of the clear blue I remembered something. When I was in, I think it was 6th grade, maybe 7th I'm not sure, I had one of those experiences. I was in a new school, yet again, and just trying to get adjusted, not really trying to make friends as such, but just trying to get my "sea legs" so to speak. And there was this one girl, this real bitch of a girl, in my gym class who took great pleasure in picking on me. I was what you could call a tomboy I guess. But without the advantages of the tomboy athletic ability...that is to say, I looked like a tomboy, but I wasn't on sports teams, I didn't climb trees, I didn't hang out with Eric Stoltz at the gas station after school teaching him how to kiss so he could go out with Lea Thompson. I could hold my own in gym class, don't get me wrong, but I was more content to NOT be picked for sides and just wait til the period was over. Well, as I'm sure most of you are aware, bullies have radar for us wallflower folks, the ones trying to blend in with the woodwork and get through the day without any majorly traumatic experiences. And this girl (I don't remember her name) zero'd in on me from day one. And I didn't exactly make it difficult for her to find things to tease me about.
At that time it was just me and my mom, and we weren't exactly rollin' in dough. So any clothes I had were ill-fitting at best and not exactly the cutting edge of fashion. Well I had this one shirt that I particularly didn't like, but for some inexplicable reason decided to wear it for gym class...it was this navy blue shirt with short sleeves. The sleeves were sort of in three different sections, each one a different color if I remember correctly green for the first layer, closest to the shoulder, then yellow, then red. (leave me alone i didn't buy my own clothes) (and im tired of backspacing so im leaving caps and punctuation out from here on =Þ)
Well, this person, this girl, this magnificant specimen of blond flowing hair and naturally pouty pink lips and perfectly straight white teeth, and Kepas (i dont know if nebody remembers Kepas but they were THE tennis shoes to have back in the day) immediately made an association between my hideous gym shirt...and...you guessed it..rainbow brite...
i guess rainbow brites shirt looked a lil like mine..who knew...
i guess i should be flattered, that she devoted so much of her precious time to me...she made up songs about me..sang to me, got her friends to sing to me...i don't remember the words but it was to the music from that adelweise (or whatever, i think its in the sound of music) song.
it sounds funny now, and it doesnt bother me now, of course, she was just a stupid kid, but it bothered me then, looking back on it...i would sit there, waiting for class to start, so she wouldnt be paying attention to me anymore, and pretend that i couldnt hear it, hear them singing and laughing at me
and you know what the only thing i can think of is?..the only thing i can think is, i wish i could go back there, as me now (kinda like bruce willis seeing his kid self in disney's the kid) and tell me that it would be ok...that in 6 months i wouldnt even remember it..and that in 15 or so years, it wouldnt even bother me when i thought about it...

of course, i also wish i would have gotten up, walked over and beat her about the head and shoulders with her precious Kepas...
2/8/2001 12:32:31 AM | immortalize me | 21 comments