On the subject of high school.

Lately I've been having nightly dreams about being in high school again. I don't know what these dreams mean, I misplaced my dream interpretation device a while ago, but I was compelled to write this free-form poem on the subject.

Eating lunch in the bleachers
It was hella senior year
Ditching Algebra 2 and going to Rite Aide to buy chocolate eggs
It was hella senior year
Experimenting with "indie culture" for the first time
It was hella senior year
Flunking "gimme" classes, like Art and P.E.
It was hella senior year
Playing 'Unreal Tournament' in computer science class
It was hella senior year
Stalking girls at a safe distance to stare at their jean-clad asses
It was hella senior year
Refusing to wear school colors on Spirit Day
It was hella senior year
Maintaining a 1.5 GPA
It was hella senior year
Cute Asian girl who always wore a navy windbreaker, was she flirting with me?
It was hella senior year
Going to summer school for the sixth straight year
It was hella, senior year.

I think everyone should go watch Never Been Kissed tonight in honor of high school & feeling like you've peaked at 17.


"It was hella senior year."

First Post!

Welcome to the inaugural post for the blog "Perpetual Adolescent Funk." This is a blog about "freaks, geeks, fuck-ups and retards." People who were gawky, awkward teens with offensive acne in high school who grew up to be gawky, awkward adults with slightly less offensive acne scars. This is a blog about people who never really "got over" high school and still feel shame and deep remorse for never getting to "second base" until their mid to late 20s. This is a blog about wondering "What if?" and "If only". This is a blog for those who "can't move on" and live out the remainder of their life dwelling unhealthily in the past. This is a blog about nostalgia and regret. This is a blog about your life. Cheers!