Excessive acts of perk will result in disapline

so I've realized something.

high school sucks.

ok no, wait, I knew that. I've known that since I was 12, watching my sister go to high school and realizing oh wait, she's incredibly lame. 

it was simply underlined this week. Let's take a little trip in time  shall we? 

the week began with several trips to various high schools for stories. it hits you the minute you walk in the door- that old familar smell of dread, self loathing, and bad french fries under the sweet cloying smell of pheremones, raging hormones, and inadequacy. mmmmmm puberty. smells like lipsmackers and axe.

and even though I'm 23, with better clothes, better hair, and the ability to legally buy alchol and not talk to my mother for months, walking past the clusters of high school girls still makes me want to shuffle myfeet and long for their approval. or their acceptance. LOVE ME DAMN IT LOVE ME.

clearly I have some residual high school angst ;)

so after several excursians to the heart of high school hell, I got to spend the weekend- my weekend off mind you- in the company of the worst example of high school inbreeding, the hell hounds of satans mean girl army, the robber of brain cells- cheerleaders.

let's not discuss a brief stint in my best-forgotten past with the pompoms.

I'm refering of course to Cheer Expo. so it wasn't just one team, oh no. it was DOZENS. with their mothers. wearing sparkles. and perky ribbons, too much makeup, and spray on tan under their spanky pants. they giggled. they laughed. they cheered and jeered as vapid baby prositutes are want to do. and they kicked me in the back and giggled while I was trying to work (I whine now as I'm currently riding the IB profin train). 

And I have to wonder, way back in my ill spent youth, was that I that incredibly dumb? oh probably. but the real question is where teen girls always so...skanky? Somehow I don't remember our tops being that tight, our boobs that big, or our jeans requiring shaving back in the wholesome 90;s. it was a magically time; full of boy bands thrusting inappropriately at prepubesent girls, before Britney was crazy and when Christina was still trapped in a bottle and not writhing around in assless chaps with bizarre hair. 

and clearly I'm an old lady as I just remininst abotu the good old days, how pure and innocent the world was when I was a kid. break out the polydent and clowds of old lady perfume, it's depends time!