It would appear I'm something of a 'scene queen'.

Alright, that's a bit of an exaggeration. But it just so happens that my skinny-body pretty-face appearence is something coveted by scenesters (in the Winnipeg scene, anyway) and when paired with my superficial, egotist loud-mouth personality, it's common for such girls to become 'so' more than a scenester, hoisted up on the scene-kid throne and crowned 'Scene Queen'.

This is all bullshit to me, really. But it's interesting at the same time. I never meant to conform to such a degree with the subculture; all I really did was wear skinny jeans and flats to a Silverstein/Rise Against/Comeback Kid show (Holy Roman Empire is hereby removed from the bill due to SUCKAGE).

After a small dose of moshing I bought myself a Silverstein shirt and put it on. It's a faux-pas, yes, but I live and breathe faux-pas. This served as an eye-catcher to my 'fellow' scenekids and when they took note of my bold makeup, elitist sneer and long, stacked hair.. well, most girls were just nicer. Guys decided to come on to me, and I was beating off way-too-old-for-me emo boys for the rest of the night.

I have some bruises and such which is always cool. And I met my sisters friends who were very nice and not-as-pretty-as-I-had-thought.


Fond? Memory #223:

asian emokid: "Hey, [inaudible introduction beneath shrieks from encore-hungry fans]"
myself: *looking over the HRE shirts and wondering why they suck so bad* "Uh, huh?"
asian emokid: "[somethingsomething] Jay and [somethingsomething] hot."
myself: *glances around, leans in*
asian emokid: "Uhm...We've been talking about you all night. Right?" *gestures to friends, who make meek affirmations*
friend who isn't totally silent: "Yeah.. you have really long hair."
me: *funnylook* "thanks?"
friend who isn't totally silent: "Yeah..." *looks at me a long time* You're... *...*
me: *raises eyebrows or something*
friend: ...twenty?
me: [OMGWTF] fifteen.
friend: WHAT?
me: FIF-FUCKING-TEEN.
friend: oh, holy shit. Really?
Jay: She's pretty cute for a fifteen year old
friend: *nods, suddenly all coy because he realizes I'm so young and therefore insuperior* How old do you think Jay here is?
me: *long pensive silence* ...Twenty-one?
Jay: *laughs*
Friend: *looks at me a long time like he's thinking of something smart/mature to say* ...
Me: Is he?
Friend: Oh man... you're gonna think.... he's 28.
Me: Oh.
Me: ....Oh.
Me: ....Holy shit.
Friend: Ah, don't worry, he's a virgin!
Me: ....[wtfwtfwtf]
Friend: No, I mean, he's a virgin, so having someone like you talking to him, it makes him feel special!
Me: ....okay? *meek, very disturbed smile*
Sister: *muttering* what the fuck is with everyone and hitting on you... *drags me away, tells the story to her friends who are disturbed at amused at the same time*
"omigod! How old are you, even?"
"Fifteen."
"omiGOD..."
"You should have told them that"
"I did"
"They thought she was twenty!"
"Hahaha"
"That's so weird"
"That's so FUNNY" etc.