nostalgia's a funny thing eh?
one day your mp3 player shuffles across a song that brings it all back for you: all the good times, all the truly horrible times...
for me it's the time sitting in class drawing anarchy symbols all over my binder, not having a fucking clue what it meant, and feeling utterly apart from the rest of what was going on around me...great fuckin' times.
and then one day your 23, almost 24, and itunes is playing rancid and you're blogging on myspace and wondering where those times went...
in some ways we grow up past being all 'in yer face' defiant and understand that defiance must manifest itself in more constructive ways then telling your grade 8 math teacher to fuck off...but at the same time i long for that innocence...simply hating EVERYTHING was so easy...now we've gotta be so fucking specific!
anyhow, funny how those thoughts come to you sometime...
i really am nostalgia's bitch and sometimes i really do long for 1995...
xo alice.
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Somehow it's always the math teacher that gets told to fuck off. This confirms my belief that being a highschool math teacher is the worst occupation in the world.
Ahh, rancid. The good old days. We are so old (24 is old? I guess so). Agent Orange, Redd Kross, T.S.O.L? Ancient.
I never thought the day would come when I would ask "What ever happened to the Epitaph label, anyway?"
Sigh. The worst part is that I don't even listen to punk anymore. I totally sold out. Remember "Soul Doubt" by NOFX? I think it was off of "S+M Airlines."
Sorry for the rambling. It's just that I don't know many people who are still in the scene, so it's nice to commiserate with somebody who knows what I'm talking about.
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