another thing that stands out about the breakfast club more every watch: i have never found a character, let alone an archetype, in high school movies that i identify with. if i admitted that bothered me a little sometimes, it would entail admitting that i’m much vainer than i’d like to admit. so i won’t.
by now i’m probably pretty good at keeping my head down (figuratively) in public spaces, but of course the dilemma of that is that the feeling that makes you need to keep your head down in the first place is never sated and no matter how proficient i am at it i still always feel like my head’s not down enough. (the jump from i to you in the middle of that sentence was really awkward. sorry.)
i never played the pokemon games for gameboy. very often, not even just on the internet but in real life, i feel very alienated from the rest of my generation for this.
i’ve never been stung by a bee, wasp, hornet, whatever. i think that’s just made me more and more afraid of it over time, actually. because it’s never happened to me to be concretized and thus disillusioned, it’s festered into this big ugly question mark and i get really nervous whenever there’s a thing with a stinger around because i just can’t imagine what it would be like and oh god it might really hurt. actually i have kind of a thing about anything that buzzes and is large enough to make a blot in my viewfield. large noisy houseflies, even, make me sorta nervous. sometimes people make fun of me for this.
i don’t think i could ever wear a leather jacket. i mean, i have nothing against them, but i feel like leather jackets are still dragging around a bunch of badass coolguy connotations that i would never have the confidence (or really even the interest in) to wear. it’d feel like a halloween costume.
sometimes i get nostalgic for jolt cola.
back home, there used to be a convenience store with a sign that said (i presume by typo as a year or so later it was fixed) “convenient store”. i really liked that.
some of cape breton’s miniature brushes with fame: the time a murder in a convenience store got on some true crime show, the sydney river mcdonald’s murders (which have a wiki), the time ellen page mentioned the tar ponds on one of the late night shows. i feel like when i tell people about cape breton they probably think it’s not that bad and i just sound like a typical bitter small-ponder, and i kind of am, and i’m okay with it now i guess and there are parts of it i love, but maaaan, when you live there it kinda really does suck that much. or it did for me, in high school anyway. (god, i really do sound like a bitter small-ponder.)
awkward segue: the aforementioned murder scene convenience store (that was years ago, i don’t remember it myself, have only heard echoes) is actually a really great convenience store, it’s called big ben’s. it’s like the only place in town open 24/7, and it has fantastic supercheap nachos (used to have awesome hot dogs too). they also sell fireworks.
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disneyvsimaxtheaters said:
i got stung once ever and i didn’t even notice it until i got to school. was when i was waiting for the school bus and he got me on the back of the neck. it was just itchy for a bit.
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