mrs-roboto's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Teen Beat This morning on the way into work I picked up the program guide for the Seattle International Film Festival to see if there would be anything of interest to me. As I started reviewing the flicks, I came across the German film "Big Girls Don't Cry." The blurb reads:
Every year, SIFF has a coming of age story that revolves around cute teenage girls with raging libidos and parental issues. I avoid these films at all costs. Besides being ridiculously contrived, these films lack any aspect of originality and every time I run across a description of such a picture I think of the Seinfeld episode "Rochelle, Rochelle." Remember, the tale of a young girls long journey from Milan to Minsk? I haven't seen Big Girls so it may seem unfair to make this judgment but the only tale of adolescence that I've enjoyed in recent years is Ghost World. I am planning to try and catch "Stoked: The Rise and Fall of Gator." My sophomore year of high school I was head over heels for this boy (I had a shrine of posters and press clippings about my Mark) so watching this film should adequately fulfill my monthly requirement of teen angst driven activities. Speaking of teen angst, I am listening to the the Cure's Disintegration album as I write. The lovely Dishery was nice enough to burn me a copy and as I put it in the car stereo last night and headed home after a few tasty cocktails and some excellent conversation, it was all I could do to get off the highway at the right exit. I just wanted to drive off into the darkness with the music playing full blast. Seriously, it brings back such a rush of emotions. That album came into my possession for the first time in 1989, when I was just 15. It appealed to all my moodiness and despair. It was a soundtrack for the time and I can still sing every lyric perfectly. This morning I was careful to bring it to my office (where I can listen without the mockery of the spouse - yes he mocks but let's face it, I'm asking for it). I am even wearing an old black velvet, smoking jacket today and against my naturally pale skin, I almost feel old school Goth but not really. I'd need to buy some Bauhaus to back it all up and I'm just not up for that. Plus I was too damn tired to put on black eyeliner. Yeah, I'd make a miserable Goth girl (too much wotk) so never mind. Bring on the Kelly Hogan. 9:23 a.m. - 2003-05-22 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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