This is my last serenade. (shmoopyhead) wrote in hormoneexpress,
This is my last serenade.

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Arghfuck. I’m supposed to be at Melissa’s birthday party right now. But instead, where am I? At home, being screamed at. Because tonight is the big “family and boyfriend” dinner – while my sister and Jason are at work. That pisses me off; I wanted Jason to be here. But my retarded mom didn’t tell me about this until this afternoon, so I didn’t even get the chance to tell him about it, and he has drumline practice right after work, so he’s not going to be able to make it. So it’s Rachel and her boyfriend, my parents, and me. Sounds really big and important, huh? And Rachel and her boyfriend (who she claims isn’t even her boyfriend….but they still are pretty damn close) are even out for lunch right now, at 4:30. Think they’ll be hungry by the big event at 6:30? Yeah. That’s what I thought.

I was reading this magazine that came in the mail today (I think it was seventeen ) and they had this section in the middle that was like “Are you Emo?” and they had this picture of this guy and this girl, with arrows pointing to things they were wearing saying things like “chunky black shoes, great for standing up at concerts” and “you have to have the studded belt to get back to your punk roots, and make sure you have lots of tough girl bracelets”. Dear lord. I almost cried when I saw that. And there’s shit all over the magazine saying “this month, try the emo thing!” and everything. What the fuck? ARGH! Why are people DOING this? Let them find out on their own!!! They gave a list of some good bands, too. Which means that within about a week they’ll all be smiling faces in the sea of celebrities on TRL and in heavy repeat play on MTV 2. This subject just makes me so incredibly angry; I can’t even talk about it. I want to fucking kill them all. What…I…..ARGH! I’m so flustered. FUCK THEM ALL!!!!!!
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