I am sitting here updating my IPod...loading it with songs...and listening to songs I loved when I was in the 7th grade. 'Round the Way Girl"...I can remember listening to this and thinking: "this is what I gotta do in order to get me a man" and "this is what a man is going to think about, when he falls in love with me"...P.M. Dawn's "I'd Die With Out You", I had my first kiss to this song in Brian Jones' chicken coop which, should be noted, is visible from where I sit right now. Well, not the chicken coop but, the patch of dead grass where it sat for 70 years. There are parts of that night that will never be remembered by me again but, I get vivid flashes every now and then...dinner candles all lit, a small tape deck, 90's slow jams, and "Luck With Money" room spray, it made the coop smell like a Jolly Rancher. When the P.M. Dawn song came on, I said to myself, this is the best possible song to make this happen to. I looked at him, he looked at my mouth and he kissed me, it was awful. He gave me his baseball jacket and I walked home.
"I Want To Sex You Up" was the soundtrack to every sleep over in the 7th grade. We all smelled like Eternity perfume and Checkermint gum and dressed up in Guess shirts and Girbaude jeans Or "Compliments" as we called them for some unknown reason. We would all pile into my attic bedroom, and make prank phone calls to boys we loved...
There was one night, I sprayed an entire can of Glade over my best friend, we were laughing so hard, we almost passed out. I know realize that the fumes from the Glade probably made us high...Later on that night I got my head stuck in a fold out couch.
We would eventually get around to writing our "boyfriend's" name on a piece of paper and burning it over the toilet, in order to either rid ourselves of pining over him or to make him love us more...
My walls covered in Wayne's World posters, I had one poster hidden, it was of Charlie Sheen boy, was I wrong about him.
Oh 7th grade, I miss you more and more each day.
Love Ky.
Saturday, June 21, 2008
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"...Later on that night I got my head stuck in a fold out couch."
This killed me.
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