March 29, 2010

Youth Culture

Posted in Uncategorized at 4:47 pm by randomperson100

Tonight’s assignment for Global Studies: bring in something that shows youth culture in America. As other teenagers search their messy rooms for the latest Seventeen magazine, I am left desperately blogging, staring melodramatically at the two-inch-wide space on my bookshelf where my copy of Twilight normally resides. I loaned it to a friend, who still hasn’t returned it, and I don’t miss it much, except that it would be REALLY FREAKING HANDY right now.

Because really, I have no youth culture in my room. What would count as youth culture? The battered Warriors books I haven’t read in at least six months? The American Eagle shoebox in which I keep a spare lightbulb, some pictures, and a Blockbuster gift card I won in a raffle last Halloween?

My eyes fall on the magazine rack. This creation, made of pastel-hued metal, is certainly an abomination of something, but it’s still here, leaned up against my dresser. Magazines! Surely my ticket out of this conundrum! What do we have here… hmm… November ’09 edition of Real Simple… no… November/December ’08 edition of American Girl magazine… that could work… but do I really want to bring in something like that? No. Duh. Last month’s Parents Magazine. I don’t even have some sarcastic comment to make for this one. I search the battered pages in vain: the next thing I find that’s even remotely interesting is the March ’08 copy of Cricket Magazine, in which one can find a poem I wrote (I pulled second prize. Pwned.)

The Fireworks star in my window. The Medusa lamp in front of it. Both awesome, but really? Really? I’m so sad.

Music! I love music, so I’m sure I have something interesting somewhere. Most of my songs are on my Zune; I probe my collection of 3 CDs for anything worthwhile. A CD of Vietnamese Ca Tru music. Oh, awesome; I put it in the old CD player and continue writing to the beat of traditional music from the other side of the world. And sigh. Next: A Plain White T’s CD, from, like, 2002, pre-Hey There Delilah. I love this CD to the bottom of my heart, but if I bring it in people will recognize the band and go, “Hey, aren’t those the guys that sang Hey There Delilah?” Please, people. This  CD (“Stop”) is so much better than Hey There Delilah. I turn to the next CD — Taylor Swift — and shudder involuntarily. So much for music.

What’s on my desk? 1) More office supplies than anyone will ever need. 2) My algebra textbook. (I might actually bring this in… it could be ironic…) 3) Gone With the Wind, Snow Falling on Cedars, 60,000+ Baby Names, Cake Wrecks: What Happens When Professional Cakes Go Hilariously Wrong, Bicycles: Love Poems by Nikki Giovanni, and Rita Dove’s Selected Poems. 4) A Slinky.

Say it with me, people: one, two, three, FAIL.

In the end, I think I’ll take the slinky.

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