Rapping totally impresses girls. Especially brave, in-your-face rapping. I would just love to see like, Method Man, walk in on this rap battle, though. Or like, Tupac. Or what if the witch's spell actually transformed that girl into Tupac? That would be so much better.
As a kid our neighborhood was known for having wicked dance-offs. You weren't allowed to walk on the sidewalk unless you could out-dance the king of the cardboard Ricky-Pink-Ripped-Shirt-Off-The-Shoulder Smith or his sidekick JoJo - which is what we called his sidekick - literally. The move was so bad ass that it had its own identity.
JoJo is hilarious! I love it when breakdancers do any kind of borderline mime move. Like they pretend to swallow something. Oh man - I just remembered the stage production Westwood did with Miko - Ms. Axelson's mime friend - and Rachel Henken and I played the part of the "campfire" and we wore bright orange socks over our arms. Charlie - did Miko come to your school? I can't believe I remember that name. Miko.
Rachel - if you read this, do you remember that? Wait - maybe you were the girl scout and Whitney and I were the fire? I can't remember now. In any case, there has to be like, a limited window of time in which you can convince a kid to be part of an elaborate mime production, and I'm glad we participated.
Yeah, we suffered through Miko the Mime out at good old Black Diamond Elementary. I remember he wasn't the only one silent during that performance. It was so boring I remember actually getting mad at being at an assembly, which in elementary school were usually the best things ever. If you really break it down, why would anyone, especially kids, like anything that doesn't make a sound?
Yeah, like there's nothing kids like more than pure silence. You know what I'm so sad about? I missed the epic and notorious assembly in high school where they did that interpretive dance to the total eclipse of the heart song. I did see the drug dog assembly though, which was rad.
Speaking of interpretive dances, remember that chick who did one at that senior assembly before the amazing Savage Gingha played? She wore these billowy pajama pants and kind of floated around the stage for a few minutes until everyone awkwardly clapped just to end it. I've reflected on that event more than a few times over the years and since I never really noticed that girl before that dance I wonder if that was her big move to end senior year with a bang. Like 'all the guys are going to realize just how sexy I really was this whole time and all the girls will wish they had been my friend because I have pants like these.' No matter what her intention was, it didn't work, because I don't remember ever seeing her again.
Wow, Savage Gingha! Who was in it that band...Josiah Olive? I loved remembering that name. That poor, poor dancing girl. I remember thinking about how when people make fun of interpretive dance, it is exactly identical to actual interpretive dance. So, even when someone does it for real, you feel like it's some sort of spoof of itself. And it's always about a flower being born. It would have been sweet if she would have recreated her entire high school experience including locker jams, buying teryaki rice at the Hive, and being impressed by cars at the car show - the whole presentation could be like, six hours long. Standing ovation.
Oh yeeesssss, I remember. I was a girl scout. I wanted to be the fire with you guys so much more. And I was teased about my overly dramatic "hiking" across the stage during a rehearsal. All I wanted was to give Miko my very best...
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I can't even begin to tell you how many girls I've scored with for the simple reason I had enough nerve to rap in their faces.
Rapping totally impresses girls. Especially brave, in-your-face rapping. I would just love to see like, Method Man, walk in on this rap battle, though. Or like, Tupac. Or what if the witch's spell actually transformed that girl into Tupac? That would be so much better.
As a kid our neighborhood was known for having wicked dance-offs. You weren't allowed to walk on the sidewalk unless you could out-dance the king of the cardboard Ricky-Pink-Ripped-Shirt-Off-The-Shoulder Smith or his sidekick JoJo - which is what we called his sidekick - literally. The move was so bad ass that it had its own identity.
JoJo is hilarious! I love it when breakdancers do any kind of borderline mime move. Like they pretend to swallow something. Oh man - I just remembered the stage production Westwood did with Miko - Ms. Axelson's mime friend - and Rachel Henken and I played the part of the "campfire" and we wore bright orange socks over our arms. Charlie - did Miko come to your school? I can't believe I remember that name. Miko.
Rachel - if you read this, do you remember that? Wait - maybe you were the girl scout and Whitney and I were the fire? I can't remember now. In any case, there has to be like, a limited window of time in which you can convince a kid to be part of an elaborate mime production, and I'm glad we participated.
Yeah, we suffered through Miko the Mime out at good old Black Diamond Elementary. I remember he wasn't the only one silent during that performance. It was so boring I remember actually getting mad at being at an assembly, which in elementary school were usually the best things ever. If you really break it down, why would anyone, especially kids, like anything that doesn't make a sound?
Yeah, like there's nothing kids like more than pure silence. You know what I'm so sad about? I missed the epic and notorious assembly in high school where they did that interpretive dance to the total eclipse of the heart song. I did see the drug dog assembly though, which was rad.
Speaking of interpretive dances, remember that chick who did one at that senior assembly before the amazing Savage Gingha played? She wore these billowy pajama pants and kind of floated around the stage for a few minutes until everyone awkwardly clapped just to end it. I've reflected on that event more than a few times over the years and since I never really noticed that girl before that dance I wonder if that was her big move to end senior year with a bang. Like 'all the guys are going to realize just how sexy I really was this whole time and all the girls will wish they had been my friend because I have pants like these.' No matter what her intention was, it didn't work, because I don't remember ever seeing her again.
Wow, Savage Gingha! Who was in it that band...Josiah Olive? I loved remembering that name. That poor, poor dancing girl. I remember thinking about how when people make fun of interpretive dance, it is exactly identical to actual interpretive dance. So, even when someone does it for real, you feel like it's some sort of spoof of itself. And it's always about a flower being born. It would have been sweet if she would have recreated her entire high school experience including locker jams, buying teryaki rice at the Hive, and being impressed by cars at the car show - the whole presentation could be like, six hours long. Standing ovation.
Oh yeeesssss, I remember. I was a girl scout. I wanted to be the fire with you guys so much more. And I was teased about my overly dramatic "hiking" across the stage during a rehearsal. All I wanted was to give Miko my very best...
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