I used to be a punk rock girl. I used to relish in punk 24 hours a day when I was in high school. I hungout with all the kids that listened to punk, and wished to be a skater so that I too could carry that kick-ass persona. I was terrified of anything that would break my nose, so that didn't work out too well for me.
I fell out of the punk scene my junior year of college when I discovered folk music and softer rock. I took out the earings and covered up the tat. As much as I thought punk was a part of my life, I surprisingly didn't miss it (although I never could part with the Pennywise sticker on the back of my car; as my brother says, it defines me).
As my personal style continued to change--punk rock, preppy chic, urban chic, lazy, poor college student who just doesn't give a rat's ass about the style of my jeans--my cd collection started to dwindle, and music just didn't matter anymore. I became one of those people that just didn't give a shit about pop culture or any sort of musical art. I stopped going to shows, listening the radio, everything. It was sad.
After I graduated from college, I got lost in this void of not knowing who I was: everything I was so familiar with was taken away and erased; I was no longer that girl who cared. I really had no purpose. So I started listening the punk rock again; finding my soul in Pennywise's lyrics and losing my mind in the beat. I also became a member to SG, which helped me remember why I loved that culture so much.
Last week, I was listening to the various punk cd's I had at work, instructing Tyler in the genious of the groups. He was intrigued. He was singing along. He was being converted. And I smiled. It felt so good to see who I was when I first realized the glory of Guttermouth when I was sixteen, and I realized that hey, I still am a punk girl. So I think that I should get another tattoo and wear my pink converse to work and pierce my nose like I've always wanted to. Because, deep down, even though Elvis is still my love God, Pennywise is my foundation of who I am.
And just another list, because I'm a dork:
Five people I'm in
with:
1. Jack Black.
2. Jack White.
3. That girl at Nordstrom
4. BeckaDarling
5. Midori
I fell out of the punk scene my junior year of college when I discovered folk music and softer rock. I took out the earings and covered up the tat. As much as I thought punk was a part of my life, I surprisingly didn't miss it (although I never could part with the Pennywise sticker on the back of my car; as my brother says, it defines me).
As my personal style continued to change--punk rock, preppy chic, urban chic, lazy, poor college student who just doesn't give a rat's ass about the style of my jeans--my cd collection started to dwindle, and music just didn't matter anymore. I became one of those people that just didn't give a shit about pop culture or any sort of musical art. I stopped going to shows, listening the radio, everything. It was sad.
After I graduated from college, I got lost in this void of not knowing who I was: everything I was so familiar with was taken away and erased; I was no longer that girl who cared. I really had no purpose. So I started listening the punk rock again; finding my soul in Pennywise's lyrics and losing my mind in the beat. I also became a member to SG, which helped me remember why I loved that culture so much.
Last week, I was listening to the various punk cd's I had at work, instructing Tyler in the genious of the groups. He was intrigued. He was singing along. He was being converted. And I smiled. It felt so good to see who I was when I first realized the glory of Guttermouth when I was sixteen, and I realized that hey, I still am a punk girl. So I think that I should get another tattoo and wear my pink converse to work and pierce my nose like I've always wanted to. Because, deep down, even though Elvis is still my love God, Pennywise is my foundation of who I am.
And just another list, because I'm a dork:
Five people I'm in
with:
1. Jack Black.
2. Jack White.
3. That girl at Nordstrom
4. BeckaDarling
5. Midori
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mattthegoon:
wonderful journal entry...oh, and just so you know, venice is amazing. everyone should see it in their lifetimes.
applerecords1251:
Another day at the office. I had to go through CPR training again and that is maybe the most boring thing ever.