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April 05, 2004
Nevermind
Ten years ago today, Girl-E was pretty much as hopped-up and worthless as anyone in the spring of their senior year of high school. She already knew where she was going to college, sold her seat for the Calculus AP to her friend Adam because the idea of sitting for it was ludicrous, asked her 9th grade boyfriend to the senior prom, took it pretty much in stride when he asked her if he could think about it, was totally over getting suspended that one time earlier in the year, couldn't wait to dump her job at Target like immediately, spent every waking moment eating rolled tacos at the beach, and generally cared about nothing except counting down to the summer and wondering if she'd ever have the courage to jump her non-boyfriend (different from the 9th grade boyfriend) who was just as skiddish and pathetic as she was (the answer turned out to be no). Ten years ago today, Girl-E skipped out of her house in this seventeen year-old stupor, and discovered that the thirteen year-old boys down the street had taken big fat chalk to the street and covered the asphalt with the world's biggest 13 year-old boy tear-stained "WE LOVE YOU KURT". He was our Lennon. Or not. Either way, let us take a moment of angst-ridden silence.
Posted by The Twins at April 5, 2004 12:31 PM
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I was thinking that this made perfect sense because he grew up near you, but then I remembered that was a different grunge rocker. Who, to my knowledge, is still alive. (No pun intended.)
I was sorry when Kurt Cobain died, because it was a sad story, but I was never really a Nirvana fan. It didn't speak to my particular brand of teen angst, I guess.
Posted by: Jess at April 5, 2004 01:50 PM
i spend most of my time in angsty silence. i suppose i can give kurt his moment. (maybe we should all read "about a boy" in his honor?)
Posted by: bryan at April 5, 2004 01:50 PM
There's no need to be cryptic, let all the world know that Eddie Vedder did indeed go to my high school (did not graduate), and my sort-of friend's mom was best friends with his mom, and if you got all starstruck around his younger brother who was a year ahead of me, he would go apeshit. I'm also trying to visualize the packaging of Jess-brand teen angst, and I'm pretty sure it would have pictures of Daria on it. Or maybe the Arc d'Triumph.
Posted by: EV at April 5, 2004 02:09 PM
I was all about the Nirvana. I had no older siblings for to clue me into anything more obscure; they were as hardcore as I could find on my own.
And on a completely different note, now I want to get me some big fat sidewalk chalk.
Posted by: nikita at April 5, 2004 03:20 PM
I am afraid that my first introduction to Nirvana, which involved a bunch of future frat boys in an L.L. Bean-clad "mosh pit" that even my virgin eyes could determine was a pallid recreation of some sort of real thing, forever colored my view of the band, and kept me a pretty big ironic distance away from being a true fan. Ah, high school.
However, Kurt seemed like a pretty talented guy, and I've got angst to spare today, so count me in.
Posted by: Hilatron at April 5, 2004 04:49 PM