Showing posts with label teen years. Show all posts
Showing posts with label teen years. Show all posts

Friday, June 19, 2009

Field Guide Entry #143




Scientific Name:
Adolescus Ridiculous n.
Common Name: Teenage Female









Habitat:

Found near commercial areas; generally avoids flora and fauna, particularly insects and small rodents










Markings:
Brightly colored; frequently shiny








Social Behavior:
Stands and/or travels in herds—particularly when eliminating waste







Feeding Behavior:
Pizza, french fries—
or nothing
(God, I look fat!)









Grooming Behavior:
Engages too frequently to be accurately recorded







Verbal Communication—Most often heard:

Ugh!!--Usually uttered when confronted with food
(Translation: That for dinner again?!);

Aaaargh!!--Usually uttered when confronted in den
(Translation: Doesn’t anyone knock anymore?!);

Fine!!--Usually uttered after confrontation with parental units
(Translation: So, you think you won this argument?!);

Ughnn...
--Usually uttered while prone in nest
(Translation: 5 more minutes.);

Whatever...--Frequently uttered at end of vocalizations
(Translation: Communication over. I dominate.);

Like...—Frequently uttered at beginning, middle and end of vocalizations
(Translation: unknown).



Nonverbal Communication—Most often seen:





Translation: You didn’t just say that, did you Dad?






Observer’s Note:
Some have argued that Adolescus Ridiculous n. are capable of written language, usually through use of opposable thumbs. However, closer investigation of these written “messages” (e.g., OMG, LOL, ROFLMAO, etc.) strongly suggests a mere random use of letters.



Mating Behavior: Don’t even think of it!

Friday, April 10, 2009

Smells Like Teen....Perspiration


While cleaning out the laundry room, I came across my old High School diary (OK—”journal”; diaries are for girls). In any event, I thought I would share my entries for 1 fateful day during the spring semester of my Junior year. Check it out:



Monday, 7:45am

Just got to school and saw S. Man, I like her. I wonder if she likes me and would go to the dance with me on Friday. I better find out; I will ask my friend to ask her friend to ask her if she would be willing to go to the dance with me.

Monday 8:12am
My friend reports back: Her friend told my friend to tell me, “Ask her yourself!”. Hmph.

Monday 10:02am
After getting beaten up in the 2nd floor bathroom, I arrive only 5 minutes late to Chemistry class. As luck would have it, the only available seat is right behind S. I intentionally drop my pencil next to her, but before I can bend over to pick it up, she intentionally kicks it about 15 feet to the right. I consider this "a minor setback”. Unfortunately, since I no longer have a pencil, I also get marked for being “unprepared”.

Monday 12:30pm
Lunchtime. I convince myself not to sit next to S. It’s all good because I have to pick up the tray of food I dropped immediately after leaving the food line.

Monday 2:37pm
I finally corner S. at her locker. I ask her, “Do you wanna go to the dance with me on Friday?” She asks, “Can you dance?” I shoot back, “That’s really besides the point, don’t you think?” Quick reflexes allow me to avoid the swinging locker door as she marches off.

Monday 2:55pm
I see S. meet up with B., a rather large boy who I might have met earlier on in the 2nd floor bathroom. No matter. I have more important things to do—like listening to my favorite album, Country Life by Roxy Music, and closely inspecting the album cover for important recording information.







Ah, youth.