Ade (agentfroot) wrote,
Ade
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And now, because I'm medicated, I feel like posting a little song parody I wrote a few years ago. It's dedicated to Laura, who gave me my first Midol that fateful day in 11th grade. Enjoy?

Midol Addict (tune of "Teenage Dirtbag," by Wheatus)

I don’t feel too well,
I’m squishy and bloated,
And this pain hurts like heck,
It’s only the second day,
I’m leaking out blood, I’m sitting in mud,
But I have caffeine in my veins,
The medicine takes the pains away-ay,
Cuz I’m just a Midol addict, lady,
Yeah I’m just a Midol addict, lady,
Give me my pills and go away-ay-ay, please,
Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh…
I’m feeling so sick
I brought my pills to school,
Though they’d simply kick me out if they knew the truth.
I will not confess I’m making a mess.
But I have caffeine in my veins,
The medicine takes the pains away-ay,
Cuz I’m just a Midol addict, lady,
Yeah I’m just a Midol addict, lady,
Give me my pills and go away-ay-ay, please,
Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh…
Ooh yeah, Midol,
No, I knew not what I was missing,
Ooh yeah, Midol,
No, I knew not what I was missing.
I remember the day
I was initiated,
After the play,
I told Laura of my pain,
She offered me some,
And I was struck dumb,
Why were drugs in her possession?
The Midol changed my impression of her…

[voice of Laura]
I’ve got two pi-ills to cure your problem, Adey,
Take them with water, don’t say maybe,
I’m just a Midol addict, Adey, like you,
Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh…

Ooh yeah, Midol,
No, I knew not what I was missing,
Ooh yeah, Midol,
No, I knew not what I was missing, yea-a-a-a-ah-o-ah…


heh... yes, I'm insane. Thanks. I REALLY should be doing the discussion question assignment for film class... Oh yeah, and I got a letter from Nana and Pop Pop today. They sent me a check for $100. Jeez, they spoil me! I mean, a couple months ago they gave me $1000 because they didn't want me to worry about money (they didn't want money distracting me from my schoolwork, as if I didn't do a good enough job distracting myself already...). AND they want my family to come down to Florida for Thanksgiving AGAIN and stay in a fancy hotel (or their condo) and have dinner at a big fancy expensive restaurant. Yes, I should be grateful I have rich grandparents who spoil me rotten, and I AM, but when I have more money than I know what to do with, I tend to use it in rather absurd ways. Take buying the mannequin for instance. Now, I love Bitch dearly, and she's coming to live with me on Saturday (woohoo, I get a mannequin for a roommate!), but she's proof that I should NEVER go on ebay late at night when I'm in a crazy mood. Ah well. I'll deposit the check, write a thank-you letter, and probably waste the money on something ridiculous. As for Thanksgiving, I'd rather go to North Carolina to be with Barb, Sam, Kara, Danny, and Grandma. We visited them for Christmas the past 2 years, and we're thinking about seeing them again this year, but I've never met Danny before (they just adopted him from Russia earlier this year), and I want to see how Kara has grown. I think Kara is 3, and Danny is 1. Kara is adorable, she's so funny. And I want a nice, HOME-COOKED meal for Thanksgiving, not something out of an expensive restaurant. Sure, I enjoyed the huge buffet they had last year, but for the past 3 or 4 years, we've always had Thanksgiving with my mom's side of the family (the wealthy New Englanders), it's always been in some fancy restaurant, and I'm really tired of it. To me, Thanksgiving is about sitting down with family (no other families at surrounding tables) at someone's home, eating home-cooked food. I know I'm traditional, and I should appreciate the finer things in life and how much money people spend on me in an attempt to make me happy. Really, I'd prefer it if people didn't try to spoil me (it REALLY hurts when jealous people call me a spoiled brat) and my grandparents didn't send us on all these fancy vacations. It also makes me feel like I owe them something. I feel like I'm a disappointment to my family because they tried so hard to raise me well and give me a good educational background so I'll have a good career some day, and here I am, a lazy slacker, majoring in creative writing. I really love writing, but I'll never make good money from it unless my books are really popular. And my writing is pretty good too, not to brag or anything, but a lot of people expect me to be the next JK Rowling. The thing is, I really feel disconnected from my family. I don't know why, I have a good family and they'd do anything for me, but I just don't like them very much. I adore the people on my dad's side, and I like my aunts and uncles, but I just feel really detached from my parents and maternal grandparents. Maybe I feel like they've been trying to buy my affection or something. But I adore my other grandma. She's a kindred soul, I can really talk to her, and she doesn't spoil me at all. And I like all my cousins too, even Kevin, now that the big awkward rift between us is healing (that's a long and somewhat painful story...). And April is pregnant again, which means I'll have 3 family members I need to meet (cousin Danny, plus April's daughter Ashley who's almost Kara's age). We should take a trip to Washington again. I haven't seen the West Coast Conways since April's wedding over 3 years ago.

Here I am, going off on some thought train when I have work to do. I have an hour to write this discussion question out and answer it. Blarg. Goodbye.
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