- To that group of scenie-weenie people at my school who act like they're the shit because they know what a condom is and have "the balls" to smoke a cigarette in school or get drunk in the morning: take a more interesting risk, stop being such photocopies of every other punky-poo in Alpharetta, and don't look me up and down like I'm beneath you.
I feel like...ugh, I just hate living here.
And not because oh the cops are so mean, and oh there's nothing to do, etc etc, typical whiny stuff I hear.
I want to be a retro pin-up model, somewhere in the West Coast, and be around people who think vintage.
I want to sing in a shady retro cabaret, sing bluesy jazz and bat my eyelashes at the audience. Meet a mysterious man who will offer to buy me a drink if I tell him a story from my life.
NOT be surrounded by smelly, annoying other "teenagers" who don't know how to differentiate between "your" and "you're" and think that having fun means smoking pot, having sex with 14 boys in a night, downing Bud Lite, and going to a wet t-shirt contest. I'd rather be around more mature people who have an intellectual interest and can talk to me about things that matter, or that take a genuine interest in more cultured things. I'm sorry if I sound like a snob, but it's seriously frustrating...I feel like I'm way past adolescence, mentally.
BOOOOO NOBODY UNDERSTANDS ME!
*teenage angst and such*
Someone please call me a WAAAAH-mbulance.
ANYWAY
Tonight was my school's annual big art gallery show, and it was very exciting. Although, it was bittersweet, as it will be my last one...
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