Congratulations to my little uni finalist who yesterday got his uni results and celebrated by getting drunk and ranting on his blog:
"Fuck '96 Tears', 'Lies' and 'Stryichnine'. 'Steppin' Stone' should have been the first port of call for all the teeny boppers currently polluting the airwaves including the Cheeto-bearing Mrs Spears, Jackass-banging Mrs Simpson and the omnipresent victim of all cultural viruses infecting this gigantic stress ball known as Earth Ms Lohan. Lavigne would be included in this list but her nouveau punk chic is so unbearably grating that it is probably best not to give her fuel for her continued existence."
I am so proud of my little music snob! Almost too proud to point out that I think he meant to refer to the Spears-Federline offspring as the Cheetus, not the Cheeto.
We had a brief chat on MSN this morning discussing his plan to become the next Lester Bangs, never ever enter a classroom again, and spend the entire summer telling his lovely girlfriend how pretty she is because he’s a sensitive rock god like that. My favourite part of the conversation went like this:
Carrie says:
congrats on result - how do you feel?
Strawberry Fool says:
Pissed off at lack of work in 2nd year
Carrie says:
yeah, being pasta eating prince of Persia playing indie god will get you in the end
Strawberry Fool says:
teehee
Strawberry Fool says:
Mum and Dad must never see my blog.
This cracks me up because my brother was the GOLDEN CHILD growing up. He was one of those annoying swots who barely looked glanced at a textbook but Knew All. His uni result is excellent but if he hadn’t spent his entire second year, as he admits freely to anyone who is not one of our parents, mooning around it could have been even better. Of course, our parents think the pressure got to him, that he got stressed, and had women trouble when really he was living off rum and rock and roll and not studying. Just like his big sister!
Uni Finalist, I could not ask for a cooler, a funnier, or a braver little brother. I salute you. And when you become the next Lester Bangs you had better hook me up with free music and work on setting me up with Ryan Adams.
I DID have women trouble (admittedly after the 2nd year), got stressed (due to lack of revision which the parentals know, missy) whilst pissing around (parent don't know; never tell them). Lester Bangs? Speed, liquour and early death? I'll get back to you on that sis. The drunken writing seems to work though.
Posted by: Tom | June 23, 2005 at 11:40 AM
Early death NOT ALLOWED. I refuse to be the only hope for grand children. I already TOLD you this is your responsibility!
Posted by: Carrie | June 23, 2005 at 11:50 AM