Wolf Shirt: thing, trend
The kids these days, apparently, are into Wolf Shirts. I'm pretty sure I had an actual non-ironic wolf shirt in the mid 90s: black, with a wolf howling at some stars with some purple aurora borealis action. Or a guy I knew did, I don't remember. It might still be in the T-shirt archives back home.
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Showing posts with label middle school. Show all posts
Showing posts with label middle school. Show all posts
Sunday, March 14, 2010
Saturday, March 13, 2010
P - Pick
Pick: thing, action
My favorite guitar picks used to be Dunlop Jazz III (round tip). I like them on nylon strings. I tend to horde them and rarely share them. I keep a green jazz-size tortex pick in a secret spot at my mom's house (guarded by a scorpion). I think My brother might know where it is now though, and I might have lost it over christmas break.
I'm generally opposed to using a pick on Bass, but it can sometimes be awesome.
In 7th or 8th grade I was photographed pushing my glasses up with a single finger while sitting on the top bleacher at a school social. Due to the unfortunate angle, it looked as if my finger were inside, rather than adjacent to, my nose. This picture made the yearbook. This was how most people knew me.
One would think that this was the origin of people calling me Nick-it Pick-it, (which they definiately did), but in fact I can recall my elementary school friend (I think it was either Scott or Bobby) singing, to the tune of "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star":
Nick -it Pick-it picks his nose / every single place he goes / he picks it up, he picks it down / he picks it all around the town / nick-it pick-it picks his nose / every single place he goes.
SEE ALSO: Guitar, Humiliation,
My favorite guitar picks used to be Dunlop Jazz III (round tip). I like them on nylon strings. I tend to horde them and rarely share them. I keep a green jazz-size tortex pick in a secret spot at my mom's house (guarded by a scorpion). I think My brother might know where it is now though, and I might have lost it over christmas break.
I'm generally opposed to using a pick on Bass, but it can sometimes be awesome.
In 7th or 8th grade I was photographed pushing my glasses up with a single finger while sitting on the top bleacher at a school social. Due to the unfortunate angle, it looked as if my finger were inside, rather than adjacent to, my nose. This picture made the yearbook. This was how most people knew me.
One would think that this was the origin of people calling me Nick-it Pick-it, (which they definiately did), but in fact I can recall my elementary school friend (I think it was either Scott or Bobby) singing, to the tune of "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star":
Nick -it Pick-it picks his nose / every single place he goes / he picks it up, he picks it down / he picks it all around the town / nick-it pick-it picks his nose / every single place he goes.
SEE ALSO: Guitar, Humiliation,
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
J - Jolly Ranchers
Jolly Ranchers: Thing
When I was in 7th grade I got a 5-pound bag of Jolly Rancher candy for Christmas. I brought a pocket-full to school one day. As I was eating one in Life Science class, another kid asked me if I could have one. Word got around that I was the kid with candy. I thought this would make people be my friend, but it just made people want candy. Once the bag ran out, I needed to get another one to finish the year. I didn't continue to bring them the following year.
When my Great Grandpa died, I learned, at his funeral, that he was known for always having candy to give to children. This made me feel good and helped me rationalize my own candy sharing as family tradition rather than an attempt to get friends.
Green Apple were my favorite, though I liked the Red/Pink ones too. Lemon was only sometimes good. Grape scared me. Now the thought of eating any of them makes my mouth hurt, but I'm more than twice as old as I used to be when I could eat them
When I was in 7th grade I got a 5-pound bag of Jolly Rancher candy for Christmas. I brought a pocket-full to school one day. As I was eating one in Life Science class, another kid asked me if I could have one. Word got around that I was the kid with candy. I thought this would make people be my friend, but it just made people want candy. Once the bag ran out, I needed to get another one to finish the year. I didn't continue to bring them the following year.
When my Great Grandpa died, I learned, at his funeral, that he was known for always having candy to give to children. This made me feel good and helped me rationalize my own candy sharing as family tradition rather than an attempt to get friends.
Green Apple were my favorite, though I liked the Red/Pink ones too. Lemon was only sometimes good. Grape scared me. Now the thought of eating any of them makes my mouth hurt, but I'm more than twice as old as I used to be when I could eat them
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