Tuesday, November 6, 2007

It's just one of those times....

Lately, I have been wishing for a time machine so I could go back to high school. You know, before real life started. High school is Limbo Land. Your old enough to drive, but still young enough that you don't have to pay for your own shit. I worked to cover my pot and liquor habit. My clothes and food were covered by the folks. My car was a hand me up from my aunt and uncle, the insurance was covered by the parents, and it only cost $10 to fill that mother up and it lasted 2 weeks.

It was also a time before 3 children turned my stomach into a jelly roll. I had a smoken' body. I'm only 5'2" and I only weighed about 95 pounds (100 lbs. during "that time of the month"). I could wear Levi's with a 26" waist. Wearing my tennis skirt around campus wasn't a total embarrassment. I actually cared about what I looked like and took time to straighten my hair almost daily. I wore make-up.

I worked at Payless Shoe Source. I got paid every Thursday. During my lunch break/independent study class at school, I would pick up my paycheck, head to my dealers house and then smoke. Awesome. Sometimes I would pick up Absolute Citron vodka, buy a large Pepsi, dump in some vodka and head back to school for CWP. We watched the news everyday. That was it. I was stoned and buzzing almost every day and still got an A in the class. Bonus.

I got my Nordstroms and Bon Marche card in high school, and it only took 1 month to max those fuckers out. But with minimum payments only being $10 a piece, I could totally make the payments. I had awesome clothes that my parents would never buy me. My dad was not buying me mini skirts or body suits (yes, I said body suits. It was 1995. Give me a fucking break). The parents bought the staples: jeans, t-shirts, shoes, dresses, and undergarments. Plus the 3 formal dresses and accessories a year. They paid to get my hair lightened or darkened, professionally straightened and then repaired. They paid the sports fees and bought the outfits.

I never worried about insurance. If my stomach hurt, my mom would call the doctor and pick me up to go to the doctor. I didn't know or care about what they went through to take me to the doctor. I didn't care if a procedure wasn't covered by insurance. I wasn't the one who had to fight with those bloodsucking fuckers over a denied claim. When I had heart testing every year for 2 weeks up in Seattle, I saw it as 2 weeks off of school, not 2 weeks off of work.

My weekends were spent sleeping in and partying. No one woke me up to turn on the t.v., no one cared if I cleaned my room. I just had to shut the door when I left the house. I had a t.v., VCR, stereo, and my own phone in my room. I was the only person on the first floor of our 3500 square foot house, making it totally possible to sneak out and not be heard. The family room door was under our work out room, so my parents never heard me leave or stumble in drunk.

The only meal I had to worry about was breakfast, and that I got at the school vending machines (M&M's with orange juice every day). Lunch was spent at home since we had open campus and we lived 2 blocks from school unless it was Thursday. Dinner was at 6:00 and always yummy. On nights that I worked, I kissed ass to the people who ran a hamburger joint in the mall and usually got dinner for free. Score.

My biggest pain in the ass was my twin brothers. Those fuckers truly thought I was their taxi cab. I would charge them $5 for every ride. I totally made bank off of them, and they had no choice but to pay up. Suckers.

Anyway, today was a day I wish I could have lit a joint and passed the day watching Beavis and Butthead. I just felt like I needed a day that wasn't controlled by a 4 and 5 year old, Cartoon Network, Disney Channel, Nickelodeon, meal times, bath time, and fighting about cleaning up rooms.


Have a great Tuesday night folks. I think I am going to make a Kahlua milkshake, watch Family Guy, and lock myself in my room.

19 comments:

Yoda said...

Quite the day, huh?

We all have these days ... only that mine are still minus the worries that go along with having kids. I have to worry about my job and work. That sucks.

However, ALL the time I get off from that is mine! I simply love that! I don't know if I'd even make time for a GF now, I'm just so loving my free time to myself (and occasionally visiting family)

Toryssa said...

Our stories are the same. The PT job to buy weed and booze... even the hand-me-down car from an aunt and uncle.

Only I wasn't in high school because my best friends parents owned an apt. complex so we graduated early and moved out rent free. We thought we were so bad ass. We'd tell her parents the smell was cleaning products, as we sat there in a smoky, very unclean, living room.

All fun and games until you get knocked up. Now I'm so far removed that I wouldn't know where to get a joint if I wanted one.

Christie said...

Thanks for rubbing that in, Yoda. I feel so much better.

Christie said...

Oh, Toryssa, it's everywhere! I've been offered all kinds of drugs just walking downtown. I moved out for a week or 2 my senior year, and moved right back. The damn parents cut off my trust fund and I stopped getting allowance. That $75 a week really came in handy.

captain corky said...

Sorry you had such a rough day. If I were there I would totally smoke a joint with you.

I remember when I used to get paid and really didn't have any expenses. Those were the good ol' days.

Mighty Dyckerson said...

Damn. Sounds like you've really let yourself go. I don't normally recommend suicide, but in your case I'll make an exception.

Crystal said...

must. refill. birth. control.

Crankyputz said...

Oh im feeling this post today..

Funny how we never get to appreicate the moment we are in...cuz I know I sure didn't appreciate having no responsibility..i just went around thinking how hard my life was ......

Princess in Galoshes said...

I... totallyworebodysuits,too!

EEEEK!

Stupid 1995.

Otherwise, though, yes. It was the good life. On the other hand, every day I am grateful to be away from the judgemental, insecure asswipes I went to HS with, and to be in a loving, respectful relationship with my husband, instead of the crazy, jealous, possesive stuff that went on in high school.

If only there were a way to blend the best of both worlds....

Beth said...

dang, you lived the life!!!

I DO remember some of those things..no bills, no responsibilities....just friends and school. ahhhhhh

M-M-M-Mishy said...

I'm not saying this is true or not, but you want some pot, Canada is the way to head, my friends. But you didnt hear that from me...

P.S. If body suits were cool enough for Brenda Walsh and Kelly Taylor, they were cool enough for me!

random moments said...

Hun! You're scaring me!!

I want to shake teenagers these days - they don't know how good they have it!!

I still wear my bodysuits. Wait, no I don't. Pfft. Those things were smoking hot though on a skinny bod with new boobies!

TheBirdman33 said...

Sorry you had a rough day. you are making me feel nastalgic too.

TheBirdman33 said...

Oh, I was so into girls in body suits back in the day. I miss them.
I dated a girl in like 93 that had a huge rack and a flat tummy and I don't know if I ever saw her in anything BUT a body suit....great girl that one. I miss her lol

Effortlessly Average said...

My brother was much like you in high school. Our parents tried to temper his excesses, but little really stopped him. However, they did curse him, as all parents do. They spoke the mighty words "I hope that when you grow up you have a child who acts the same exact way that you act!"

And sure enough, enter my nephew: headstrong, indignant, willful, and completely lacking in any reasonable conprehension of consequences. I now chuckle when my brother, as he's pulling his hair out over one of his son's latest transgressions, mutters "I hope he has a son who acts...."

I, of course escaped the curse because I was such a lovely, easy to handle child. heh.

Guilty Secret said...

I can see why you missed those days, it did sound pretty sweet. I'm sure it wasn't *really* all roses though...

TheBirdman33 said...

Happy Thanksgiving!

Some of us miss you in the blog world =P

Yoda said...

Where the frack have you gone???

Ryan said...

I often fantasized about joining a 21 Jumpstreet like force so I could go back to high school and bust teenage punks. Eventually I would go rogue and disappear of the grid like Jason Bourne and live out my life as the cool 16 year old who already can grow a full moustache.