Food stamps. #swag
Food stamps. #swag
Hello, Mr. President.
Story of my (restaurant) life.
No class = No assignments.
To make up for this lack of direction, I create my own assignments.
This one is called Toilet Bowl Shots. The product of being 22, out of school, with nothing to do.
That awkward moment when you’re 22 with nothing to do and…
You realize you had the same daily agenda as your mom’s cat.
And she likes him better than you.
While enjoying some quality free time with my friends yesterday, we got on the topic of regression. After having gone to college for 4 years and done, what we consider, a good amount of growing up and maturing, we are back where we started. Living with our parents in our homes in Brooklyn, spending the afternoons wandering the streets and wondering why we feel so useless. We have regressed back to our high school… Hell, middle school selves. We are anxious and tired and frustrated and bored and curious and pissed off. We have teenage angst. Except this time, we’re not teenagers! We’re 22 freakin’ years old and we have to call our parents and tell them ‘I won’t be home for dinner.’
To help ease the pain and relieve this angst that is all too reminiscent of 8th grade, I run in circles around the park scanning my iPod for something that will give me energy to keep moving and not remind me of the overpriced club I was at the night before. The only proper selections I have made thus far is from the playlists I haven’t touched in years featuring forgotten pop punk bands from the late 1990s and early 2000s. There’s something about grown men bitching about high school to simple guitar riffs and pounding drums that speaks to my angst, both as a 14 year old and now again in my early 20s. Blink-182 used to whine and cry about how they had no friends in high school and why girls sucked and it was COOL. But before they got famous and laid by hot chicks every night they would bitch about how they “Hate the jocks, the preps, the hippie-fuckin scumbags, Heavy metalers with their awful, pussy hair bands”. I do too! I hate them all! and no one will understand except for you, Tom DeLonge. New Found Glory got it right when they wrote “All downhill from here”… except they made a lot of money from that album, so I guess it wasn’t exactly down for them after that.
So I guess I really have regressed back to my middle school self. I only want to listen to the pop punk bands from my childhood who are most likely all now married, slightly wrinkled and have small children who are lucky enough to have once semi-famous parents. I want Blink to whine about being outcasts when they were 16 and hear No Doubt tell me not to speak because, let’s be honest, NO ONE IS LISTENING!!!