The Tragically Hip - Wheat Kings (via GordonYYZ)

You held me and we danced despite the cramped space between a four poster bed and an ugly old dresser.  Your friends looked at my friends.  The old green worn carpet never felt a finer pair of feet.  such happy intruders! (I was never allowed visitors in that room.)  A few minutes after this song ended my older brother came upstairs wielding a Molson and a plastic gun, his 18 yr old american machismo versus your 18 yr old canadian easiness.  i always loved that about you.

They all get mad.  They all get late.

pirata: zigzagzang: kinneybum: Violent Femmes- Waiting for the bus

this is one of my favorite Femmes songs everrrrr

the first time i heard it was when my friend katie would sing it at any opportunity.  i mean ANY.  waiting for the chair lift.  waiting in line at the cafeteria.  waiting for the school bell.  waiting for anyone to do anything.  she sang about it.  just like this.  and goddamn was it catchy.  soon enough i was singing about everything like this too.  

katie and i also did other weird things like wearing our ski hats to class.  no where in the manual did it say we could’nt wear hats.  eat that, dean!  har!  it was one of those all girls catholic joints with the whole getup and all that and no where did it say “no ski hats”.  well, until us.  then they put that in.  so then we just put random crap in the hats and continued to wear them, claiming them to be purses, clearly.  the manual didnt say anything about not wearing purses on your head.  

i did just about everything that was trouble without precedence as such.  that manual went through many editions from my attendance.  if you’re good maybe one day i’ll tell about about what happened to the laughing jesus.  also very amusing: take the heads off of the bullfrogs from biology and place them so they are biting the tongues of people’s shoes in the gym locker room.  heheheheh. 

they all get mad.

they all get late.

this one teacher would give me detention ALL the time.  he was the new, young MALE economics teacher (in an all girls school.  ugh you can imagine the drama.)  ”Mr. D” as most girls called him.  ”Mr. Douchebag” to me.  and yea i probably got a detention for calling him that at some point.  this guy had it out for me.  i didnt know why but once it was on, it was on.  he would make digs at me all the time.  especially because i had gym before his class and the gym was on the other side of the academy.  i was usually running down the hall with half my uniform on over my gym clothes, turning corners while trying to tie my shoes and button my shirt.  arriving at my desk right before the bell with one knee sock pulled up and a corner of a shirt untucked.  this guy always had to say something on those days.  he was probably just mad that when he tried to burn me i always burned him back and had half the class laughing at him.  

when i had detention with him, that’s when he got his revenge.  and boy did he know how to get it.  knowing i was a punk he would put on bee gee album after bee gee album as i copied a dictionary.  if the bee gees ran out or he felt like switching it up a bit, he’d put on abba.  *shudder*

i’m pretty sure at some point i wrote “barry gibb sucks donkey dick” on my economics desk in high school.

and you know what?  years later my father randomly remembered that when he was human resources director at a major hotel in downtown buffalo, he totally fired Mr. Douchebag years before the teaching gig.  

closure can be a funny thing.

(originally written 7 December 2009)

were you a detention hall superstar too?