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1996

This is a meme. Leave a comment telling me the year you were born and I'll assign you a year, which you then get to tell us all about on your LJ.

soullessflyer chose 1996 for me. Hrmmmmmm.... lemme see....

1996 would be the last part of Grade 10 going into Grade 11. My mom had been remarried for over a year, and we had moved out of town. I had a new sense of freedom being able to drive into town (lived 1/2 hour away). I dressed in a whole lotta plaid. I don't think people fully comprehend how much plaid a person can wear until they look at my year book photo. Was I trying to channel my inner lumberjack?

Nope, it was for a fallen rockstar that would rather shoot up and shoot himself than dealing with mainstream society. At this point, I was in love with Kurt Cobain. I wasn't exactly a "stoner", but I attempted to look as much of one as I could.

As well, my friends "shifted" by this point. In Grade 9, I hung around those from the same elementary school as me. We skipped gym, eating oreo cookies. I kid you not. By this point, one good friend of mine (or, so I thought) was into the party/crack scene. She betrayed me in a majorly big way in Grade 9, and I had enough. She didn't even admit or apologize. What made me so bitter? Hrmmmm.... maybe for another day.

At any rate, I really started trying to impress the music crowd (as in band and choir), hanging out with girls who cared about their grades and talked about high school hockey players. Not that drooling over hockey players was even -remotely- my thing, but I found that I could stand out in this crowd. I became the "crazy" one. Stealing road signs and starting car chases was just an average occurance when you were with me.

Grades started to slip, but I really didn't care. I would make you laugh one moment, and then ask you questions about life and religion the next. I have carved out my niche in mainstream high school, and I always looked like I was having a blast.... within all that plaid.

That is also when my depression really started to show. But, no one really talks about those things. It never happens to your friend, or your daughter, so just smile and enjoy those wonderful teenage years.

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dreamfilled
Feb. 20th, 2008 08:29 pm (UTC)
Eeeeeenteresting..... *insert manaical laughter* Oh, the possibilities.....

Erm.... how about Y2K?
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tarynbthorne
Feb. 22nd, 2008 01:37 am (UTC)
This better not make me feel old
1975...
Don't look at me like that!

and don't think I won't be getting out of you what happened to your little grade 9 friend and you mwahahaha.
dreamfilled
Feb. 22nd, 2008 02:33 am (UTC)
Re: This better not make me feel old
Y2K, a-ok.
opera_queen
Apr. 2nd, 2008 01:08 am (UTC)
Ooo...I'll take a year. It is very likely, however, that you already know all the details. And I will stand on record saying that I didn't love the hockey players. I was just conforming by joining the conversations. You forgot to mention that 1996 was the year you got lost in Minneapolis! :-)
dreamfilled
Apr. 6th, 2008 05:15 pm (UTC)
Riiiiiiiight... the mandatory "she's lost again" when it comes to me and school trips... Whatever, I liked to keep the adults on their toes.

I think I would like to select 1998... high school graduation and beyond....
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