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I wish I could go back to high school and re-brand myself.


I think about the person I used to be, and the feelings that I used to feel, and sometimes ‘feel ashamed’/'embarrassed.’ I wish I could go back in time to high school, and rebrand myself. I feel like during high school, I hadn’t ’seen enough of the world/humanity’ and I hadn’t created ’such a snarky outlook’ on life. Things meant something, since I didn’t know what a meme was, and I didn’t feel so ‘insignificant.’

If I could go back in time, I would have done more to create authentic happiness for myself during high school. I would have done more to get people to identify with me. I would have made more authentic artistic decisions, and shared more with more people. I would have one more to convince every 1 that I was ‘really cool.’

If I could go back to high school, I would rebrand myself starting at the annual talent show.

I would have tried to host my talent show, and been ‘a funnie bro’ who was able to mimic popular movies from the past several years that most of my classmates had seen. I would have been a funnie bro.

If I could rebrand myself, I would choose a meaningful indie song to play to an audience. Even if they had never heard the song before, they would like it a little bit coming from the hearts/souls of their classmates. I would eventually be ‘cooler’ when mainstreamers discovered this band and thought ‘damn… that bro sang this at my high school talent show 3.2 years ago.’

I might dress up like a ‘cool band’ and sing a ’song that sounds cool’ and possibly brand myself that way.

I just want to bring a meaningful song into a nontraditional context. I want to challenge people’s notions of education/fitting in/everything. I want to brand myself as a quirky post-poppunk quirky bro.

Unfortunately, my level of musicianship is not very high, so I might have to play more complex songs at a slower tempo.

I just want to go back in time, and let people know who I am. I feel like high school is the last opportunity in ur life to ‘be happy’ back before you go away to university/design school, and u realize that u might never get a chance to perform on a stage that you are ‘dumb enough to believe’ is ‘the entire world.’ Back during high school, you were young, and the campus was just a temporary stop on your rise towards greatness.

Then 1 day ur performing singer/songwriter covers in a coffeeshop in a college-y part of town, and u feel insignificant. Back in high school, there was no such thing as ‘authenticity’ because everything ‘just was.’ U could be bold, and u could ‘feel things.’ U could do drugs/drink for the first time, and be convinced that no1 had ever felt this way before.

U could take some1’s virginity, and tell urself that ur ‘making love’ 2 some1. The only sad people in your life were your teachers, but back then, u thought that they were inspiring. Now the thought of them/the level of commitment required by ur ‘good teachers’ makes u feel like there is ’seriously something wrong with them.’

Just want to go back in time.
and get an erection
back in my prime
before I became older
and realized the responsibility
and miscellaneous feelings
that go along with sexual relations

Want to look at a tween ass
when we are both ‘illegal’ together
before she gains the freshman 15
and starts a life
with low metabolism
and expanding ass + beer bellie + thighs

Want to go back in highschool
and get a ‘blowjob’
in the backseat of my mom’s car
after being the star of the high school talent show

Might also play a team sport

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16 Comments

  1. Posted June 7, 2009 at 7:16 pm | Permalink

    lol

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    lol

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    lol

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    @FUCKING YEAH, lol

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    @Dogpenis, it would be funny if, since your name is dogpenis, your website was just a picture of a dogpenis

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  2. tug
    Posted June 7, 2009 at 7:23 pm | Permalink

    2nd

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  3. absolut kaoossss
    Posted June 7, 2009 at 7:41 pm | Permalink

    go lakers

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  4. Posted June 7, 2009 at 7:42 pm | Permalink

    This is so brutal, i’m glad i didnt have a blog in high school.

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  5. manbaby.
    Posted June 7, 2009 at 7:43 pm | Permalink

    i worked at urban outfitters during my senior year of high school… felt so relevant back then, compared to all the other ‘fucking douchebags’ at my school. s0 above all the ‘dumb sluts’ and ’sports bros’ working at outlet malls.

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    @manbaby.,

    i worked at kmart.

    post/pre-alt-irony?

    please…(?)

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    @adelaide, kmart realism

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    @pfft,

    i googled it.

    now i am a better informed human being.
    for that i thank you.

  6. Posted June 7, 2009 at 7:47 pm | Permalink

    Miss HS. Feel like I was more productive then. Didn’t just “feel suicidal”/experience oppressive ennui [via: twentysomething poverty]. Wish I hadn’t been too authentic for an actual small town…

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    @Sam,

    All my friends are so small town
    My parents live in the same small town
    My job is so small town
    Provides little opportunity

    Educated in a small town
    Taught the fear of jesus in a small town
    Used to daydream in that small town
    Another boring romantic thats me

    But Ive seen it all in a small town
    Had myself a ball in a small town
    Married an l.a. doll and brought her to this small town
    Now shes small town just like me

    ~ the Melloncamps.

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  7. Posted June 7, 2009 at 9:45 pm | Permalink

    damn

    i could sure go for some hot tween ass right now [via lil AltSluts]

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  8. Ryee Macklsheib
    Posted June 7, 2009 at 10:19 pm | Permalink

    8.7

    Eventual spot in ‘OTHER Memorable HRO Posts’

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  9. brick
    Posted June 7, 2009 at 10:54 pm | Permalink

    from what i remember, the kids performing at talent shows were ‘pretty authentic’ but also kinda lil ‘douchecunts’ for thinking they would be appreciated among their friends/blogosphere.

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    @brick,

    did blogosphere exist during highschool?

    (assuming everyone on this blog is 35+ (via lonely/sad obsession over it))

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  10. defunctpeenbud
    Posted June 8, 2009 at 12:19 am | Permalink

    i just ripped the authenticity patch off my shoe-

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  11. Posted June 8, 2009 at 2:48 am | Permalink

    amazing amazing
    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MHOU-n9QoKo

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  12. riiiiot
    Posted June 8, 2009 at 6:00 am | Permalink

    actually rlly h8ed high school.
    i felt too authentic among the sea of AZNs, stream of mexiphags, puddle of “ghetto” blackies, and a few raindrops of ’sporty white ppl’

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  13. anti
    Posted June 8, 2009 at 6:32 am | Permalink

    my school is full of white chavvy kids who wanna grow up and ‘be famous’ but i don’t think any of them have grasped the concept of ‘rellavence’. not sure. maybe i should spend more time reading books not blogs, and then i would be ’smart’

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  14. Posted June 8, 2009 at 4:20 pm | Permalink

    This post should come with a razor blade. Maybe the emo kids have the right idea.

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  15. Madi B
    Posted June 12, 2009 at 11:02 am | Permalink

    went to county high school.
    miss being weird/nerdy/ms.underst00d.
    remember singing maps/99redballoons/brainstew
    @ the only coffee shop in town.
    luv/h8 Versailles, KY.
    miss u teen ignorance…

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  16. kid in the PB&J vid
    Posted July 19, 2009 at 11:57 pm | Permalink

    hmm..
    high school was a pretty good time
    playing music is fun
    you should try it

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