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Eternal Newbie
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Join Date: Oct 2002
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In middle school we had dress-up days where you'd dress up like anyone you wanted...
I did boy george (ala culture club when he had the hair, hat, ribbons and baggy clothes) and actually had kids asking me for my fuckin' autograph... It's the nose. ![]() Flashdance. Top Gun. Point Break. The Lost Boys. Bill & Ted's Excellent Adventure. Ferris Bueller's Day Off. St Elmo's Fire. The Breakfast Club. Sixteen Candles. Duran duran. Journey. Whitesnake. White Lion. Poison. Cinderella. Warrant. DJ Jazzy Jeff & The Fresh Prince. LL Cool J. Kool Moe Dee. Robert Palmer. Motley Crue. LA Guns. Guns N Roses. Metallica. The *real* U2. Michael Jackson. Def Leppard. Singing at the top of your freaking lungs with the windows rolled down and going through the gears like you were a bonafide race car driver... "After the boys of summer have gone..." "How can I just let you walk away, just let you leave without a trace" "Hold me now, it's hard for me to say I'm sorry..." You didn't end the school year properly unless you were "downy oshun" in Ocean City partying your freaking head off and hanging out at Freak Street. A floppy disk was this huge flexible square thing that you put tape on the corner if you didn't want to write over it... cassette loading was "ancient". Walkmen. Sitting outside of Tower Records in the middle of a crowd of 200 people wearing black leather and chains on the top of your car screaming "MASTER! MASTER!" waiting for midnight so they'd open the fucking doors and let us trample each other to be the first to buy Metallica's Black album. Running down the hall to my friend's room in college bawling my eyes out screaming "It's not true!! It's not true!!!" when Mtv was telling us that Axl Rose had died in a car accident. Having the guitar intro to "welcome to the jungle" come on the radio and watching my Mom break her neck to turn the radio ALL the way up (she still does, hehe). Putting up a poster for Megadeth above my bed my first day at college and watching my new roommate turn ghostly white. Halloween. Freddy. Jason. Rambo. I'd go back there and live forever if I could. *sigh*
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