to be one of the cool kids?  i mean, i did NOT listen to the smiths in high school. ok, where i came from, the smiths group was like, mmmm, maybe a year under me. i was more in the B-52s/pretenders/lena lovich/van halen (yes, i said it)/prince/sheila e/madonna group. ok, there was no group, really, but, pretenders (and basic teen age angst) not-with-standing, i was into a little more, oh, COLOR than those proto emo smiths lovers et al afforded into their wardrobes…

i mean, i was the girl, a little on the pudgy side (to the extent that you are the kiss of death to anyone actually IN high school with you, but endlessly alluring to anyone older and completely inappropriate), with sun-in-ed, asymmetrical, rocker hair (purple streaks underneath), hot pink lip stick. i had these most fabulous dyed yellow keds onto which i hand colored my tiger stripes (i hadn’t realized my love of sharpies came early) – god i wish i had those shoes now! and note to anyone who hasn’t already found this out the hard way – any UNLINED sequin garment is very itchy and scratchy to wear and high school teachers probably wont appreciate your fashion genius..

in any event, i want to be a cool kid now! i don’t believe that its all about poseur appearance (i mean, i have mixed feelings about my pierced nose now that like every suburban mom has one too) but i do worry about the outre elements that creep in – more and more piercings more and more tattoos… i don’t know

  i think i shall turn my newly acquired american graffiti soundtrack back on and worry about it tomorrow

i hung out with these kids…

i know i KNOW how trite is john hughes but cmon, i am NOT made of wood people. and really, did the duckman NOT grow into john cusack? am i right? am i right? plus i love that that looks so much like village music (where jennifer and i bought that lena lovich vinyl kids)… HI DE HO