June 20,
2002
I work at a conservative, small-town phone company. Some people
who meet me can't believe that I wear a suit to work, or on the other hand
people I work with can't believe I listen to HARD rock. When I say HARD I mean,
bands like Disturbed, System of a Down, Drowning Pool, Korn and Pitchshifter
(I'm sure you know who they are!
www.pitchshifter.com
dang it!), and other n{ metal bands, along with a few other hard bands. I dress
like a normal teenager, you'd never tell I hoard a secret desire for lyrics
like "No mommy don't do it again! I'll be a good boy!" or "I'm not gonna
lie/I'll not be a gentleman/Behind the boathouse/I'll show you my dark secret."
You'd never tell by my sweet, make-everyone's-day-better smile that I love a
hard guitar riff accompanying a deafening drum. And you know what, that annoys
me. Even my peers that appear and act like your stereotypical rocker, look at
me and say, "You wanna go to Ozzfest??" YES THIS 5'5, 110 Lb., SWEET GIRL WANTS
TO GO TO OZZFEST. (I mean who wouldn't System of a Down is going to be there).
I've even tried to have a rocker look, but I think it just comes off as preppy
vintage. I went to my great-grandmother's closet and took all her old clothes.
I wear them with pink tennis shoes, and multicolored socks. Maybe I'm coming
off emo or punk? Emo and punk are all right, but it doesn't warm my soul like
nice hard rock. Perhaps I'm trying to hard and I should just be myself. I am a
rocker in my own embodiment, and in my own breed. I just don't want to come off
as one of those preppy chicks that think Nickelback is hardcore... because
they're not.
--MarioGirl |
