...mommy I want a mohawk...
Long long ago in a land far away-I bet you thought this was
going to be a fairy tale but no I fooled you! Ha! (I'm such
a retard). Once upon a time I was sad and alone and in grade 7.
I didn't talk to anyone in my class. I ate my lunch all
alone. I wore black clothes everyday and someone
would always ask me
"who died?" to which I had no reply, even though I wanted to
say "No one, but I want to". Of course then everyone
would have thought I was psychotic. And fuck! I'm not
psychotic, and I never have been psychotic.
So for a long time I was just the wierd girl in
the class. I was just the girl that no one wanted to talk to.
I was just the loser. There was nothing wrong with it.
I got used to no one wanting to talk to me because I
didn't wear the same clothes as them, or listen to the
same music. Looking back on it I realize kids can be so
cruel, but I thought nothing of it at the time. I just
figured there was nothing wrong with me, so something
had to be wrong with them. I was a pretty naive child.
When I hit grade 8 I started listening to Greenday just because
they were just really catchy and melodic. I didn't know what
punk rock was. When I saw Greenday videos though I always thought
wow billy joe has a nose ring, I want one too. They don't dress like
anyone I've ever seen before, that's cool.
Soon I realized I had to venture beyond wearing
black every day. Suddenly all black didn't
appeal to me anymore. Suddenly jeans didn't appeal to me
anymore (I still don't wear jeans).
I found my way into the world of plaid pajama
pants and converse chuck taylor's and it was good. Oh yes, I
got teased every day for things like the ugly clothes I wore or
the # of earrings in my ears. I guess in order to be cool
at my jr. high I had to listen to rap music and be a prep. Dammit
I didn't want to be a prep something just was at all appealing
about it. I didn't give a fuck if I was not stylin'. I think
in grade 9 I made it a point to wear clothes that did not match.
It's because I crave attention. Positive, negative, doesn't matter
as long as someone is paying attention to me.
Anyways, on with my story. When I hit grade nine my
brother took me to my first gig. It was fun. It was cool how no
one there was like anyone at my school. They were individuals, not
carbon copies. That was appealing. In my junior I was
the outsider. At a gig I fit right in.
It was wierd how I dressed
a certain way because I liked it and when I
started going to gigs people there wore the same kinds of
clothes I did. When I hit grade 10 I made friends with people
who liked the same music I did and shared the same interests as
me. Before grade 10 I didn't even have friends.
And so my story continues on today. I want
to be a punk forever, even though I hear most people
grow out of it. I'm never growing out of it.
I never want to be
caught in the mainstream because I don't know how to swim. I
just like to walk along the road less travelled because then I
can't get lost in millions of other people that are
exactly the same. I guess that's what punk is and that's why
punk is good. Even though I do not like to catagorize myself
I like to think I am an individual. That is always what I want to be.
I can't follow someone else. I need to be in up front too. So fuck
the world, fuck society, fuck what's normal because the world is
changing, society is bullshit, and normal doesn't exist. And that
is why I like punk.
Home Page Bashing (I'm not a bad person, honest)
Okay, though this zine may suck, there are ones worse, oh and
I do go looking for them. So hey, if you want to visit suck ass
pages than click on these little babies.
Teen Survey,
or some other name I cannot remember
This is some sort of survey of the kind of jeans
"average" teens wear, as well as what kind of deoderant people use, brand
of underwear, type of make-up, perfume, and other pointless stuff. Who the
fuck cares what kind of doederant some other kid uses? I don't. Or what
kind of gum they chew. Promote personal style,
not following some dumb-ass trends that will change in five minutes.
If anyone knows, please tell me what a page like this
would be useful for, other than making fun of. P.S. if you write this page,
no offense, but write something that actually means something.