Another mildly productive weekend. Did some reading, some writing, no marking. Guess I'll have to work extra hard on that in the next couple of days.
Watched The Breakfast Club the other day. It was on Diva. It's probably the only time I've ever watched Diva. Still, despite being shown on such stupidly named station, I watched with glee. Actually, "glee" is too strong a word. Delight. That's better. And nostaglia. Nostaglia for a time when your whole world stood or fell on the opinions of a very small number of people.
I didn't really dig highschool myself. University was a far better experience. Highschool wasn't horrible or anything. I mean, I had friends. I was moderately well-liked. And while I don't think I would have been as easily definable as "jock" or "brain" (I totally wasn't a jock, I can tell you), but I vividly recall the sense of isolation and frustration of being labelled. In highschool I watched a number of friends, for whatever reason, drift into separate groups. Groups that didn't typically hang out.
5 comments:
Diva?
Diva is a Showcase channel. There's regular Showcase, Showcase Action (for guys *groan*) and Showcase Diva (for girls *groan more*). There are likely more, but I can't be bothered to figure them all out.
Unless you were spectulating about what I was in highschool. No, I was not a diva.
there's more than one porn channel? who would've thought...
you were a diva in high school? no way. i'm sure people thought you were a manly boy.
It's not a porn channel! Hence, The Breakfast Club.
Right, people thought I was very manly. Probably had something to do with the plaid lumberjack-coat and axe.
paul bunyan, is that YOU?
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