Just another 27 y-o from Canada.
I am not cool, so for me reading down this bracket list there are a lot of brackets that are basically "song I have heard (or heard of) v. song I have not"
Jake. I loved Jake. He was my first ~boyfriend.~
@meetapossum I can't believe I remember this, but she's turning into a starfish. She then gets split into 2 starfish, for a fun Good Rachel vs Bad Rachel plot. (I didn't even read that one until I was 19 and I skimmed it at the library, why do I remember it?!)
"...without talking about how much they drink or smoke pot and, if they are not currently doing a lot, how much they used to do, in addition to cocaine."
What the hell, is EVERYBODY DOING COKE BUT ME?
She definitely comes across to me as completely out of touch, but also pretty harmless. Honestly, reading this makes me kind of want to split a pitcher of sangria with her now - she sounds hilarious.
there are no words for how deeply i loathe this shit. it is so fucking stupid. and I can't believe feminists are listening to a Christian person.
Takoma: Takoma is not a very good name for a girl baby, but I like it because I grew up there. We had a town rooster and when he died we built him a statue.
Takoma virtual fistbump! There is now a Neopolitan pizza place named after the dearly departed rooster. It's pretty good and the bartenders are nice.
Uuuuugh. Ugh. My parents fortunately never got it together enough to send me to camp, but I did do AWANAS day camp and Vacation Bible School during the summer. THE WORST. I couldn't figure out why I hated it so much (aside from the Jesusyness) but as an adult finally realized that 1) I am a huge introvert and 2) programs like this are the worst for introverts because everyone is IN YOUR FACE ALL THE TIME and won't STFU and leave you alone to finish coloring in your Sparkies pages.
At my AWANA summer camp the music guy wrote new songs every day based on the previous night's messages. They were your normal teenagery songs. The ones I remember most clearly were the one about waiting until marriage for sex (split into boy verses and girl verses), and the rewrite of the Police's "I'll Be Watching You" into "God Is Watching You." Yes, really. I went every summer for six years and it was my favorite place on the planet, even though I was bad at all the sports activities and dreaded them. During the year we all wrote letters to each other and visited each other and I had my first real, serious crush on a shy, dark-haired boy with super-blue eyes. He was the main speaker's son and I bet he went to camp every week, every summer. LUCKY.