This is another song post.
I was reminded of this story while listening to this song. It made me think back to high school art class. We were allowed to listen to mixed tapes we had made (that is until we were listening to some Warren Zevon and the teacher was slightly horrified by some of the lyrics). I had one cassette dubbed 'the sad mix' (how ridiculously emo was I? this was during my hippie phase too! or maybe not, maybe this was during my I-just-learned-how-to-apply-eyeliner-like-crazy phase?). I don't remember everything on the tape (I know there was atleast one Cure song, maybe one from Bloodflowers? Also, 'Anna Begins' by Counting Crows) but I know for sure 'Pretty Pathetic' by Smoking Popes was on there. I don't remember everyone in my class but I do remember the girl who terrified me who I used to work with at Dunkin Donuts (she thought I was a total jerk when I quit after I got some 2nd degree burns), a bunch of people I thought were really cool because they already had tattoos and piercings, and another kid who I sat with who bought candy bars from me all the time (I was on the robotics team (I know you're jealous) and I had to sell candy bars for our trip to Disney). Also, I remember sitting with this kid I would later have an uncomfortable you-like-me-I-don't-like-you situation with (when he told me, we were driving home from either Friendlys or the mall, I'm not sure which but all I remember is feigning stomach pains and asking to be driven home. Oh lord, I am cringing now just thinking about that. I am such a bad liar so I'm guessing he realized what was going on and simply drove me home. That was almost as bad as a similar situation I had working at a summer camp where I was literally RUNNING away from a boy who told me this. In my defense, they were both kinda creeps. Also, having written that I hope they somehow don't read my blog. Don't worry, I got my comeuppance later when I tried to kiss someone and they ran away from me. Reading this, I realize how lucky I am that I married to a great guy and how someone he wants to hang out my crazyass self. Thankfully, he does not run away when I try to kiss him). Also, I may be merging several classes I took into one super class and maybe I didn't have class with all these people? I don't know why I'm telling you this since you don't know who was in my class anyways (Liz, you of course will). Anyways, Smoking Popes always reminds me of my best friend (the aforementioned Liz) too. I first heard about them from her, they were on a WBCN mix cd she had (local rock radio station that has since been taken over by a pop music station). I was lucky enough to catch their reunion show a couple years back with Ryan and loved every second of it and bought a ridiculous shirt I will never wear.
All your stories just gave me the biggest flashbacks!
ReplyDeleteI love this song and I love you. Singing this song off key at the top of our lungs is one of my favorite memories. Also see: Less Than Jake and Phantom.
ReplyDeleteCould this post have more parentheses in it? It's like the matryoshka doll of blog posts.
ReplyDeletewow. I sound like such a dick. Sorry.
ReplyDelete"He told me my motto should be 'semper fudge'. Then he told me to 'relax'."
The "matryoshka doll of blog posts" doesn't really sound so terrible.
ReplyDeleteI have never considered this to be a sad song since I have so many fond memories attached to it.
THE MATRYOSHKA DOLL OF BLOG POSTS IS HILARIOUS. HILARIOUS.
ReplyDeleteBut really, i love parenthesis (i use them all the time (no, really (i do))). Now my mind is adding a sound effect to the parenthesis...cartoon sounds. Look what you two have done to me.
Anyways. I know that feeling, the realization that OH MY GOD the man I love actually digs all the shit that I hate about myself. Awesome. Take comfort in that feeling, lady.
This made me laugh so hard! I hear you on that horrible feeling of someone liking you when you don't like them. Yay hubby!
ReplyDeleteI spent last night at the studio listening to Spoking Popes.
ReplyDeleteThis blog post reminds me of the day after Jay turned eighteen and came into class with about 5 facial piercings and blue hair. He was making the most of his new ID.