Coin-Operated Boy

JUST REMEMBERED THIS! I'm freaking myself out, I hate when this kind of flash backs attack. They're a pain in the ass, because most of the time, they are bad memories. Or not bad, but just memories I tried to forget, succeed, and somehow, they always manage their way back to my head. does that even make sense? oh what the hell, when did I start to care if something makes sense or not...

Back to 2006, first year of highschool. I guess that's what in the US they call freshman (is it?). Anyway, for english class, the teacher said we had to sing a song. We were like 45 students in one classroom, and I was the only one happy about it. Only because I like singing, and I immediatly knew which song I wanted to sing! Coin-Operated Boy, by The Dresden Dolls. The thing is, it wasn't just singing it, we had to dress up and play around while singing. Just like if you were on a theatre, or onstage with your band, etc. So, I HAD IT ALL PLANNED. Everything! I spent days planning my entrance, what I was gonna do, some mime tricks, just any The-Dresden-Dolls-esque thing that crossed my mind. It was really something. And, one day, the teachers says, we're not gonna do this project. WHAT ?! we're not going to do it, beacuse, some students barely understand english, and asking them to do something like singing in english would be quite selfish. So, instead, you're just gonna have to read a little piece of something. Oh you fuckers... I was gonna cut their heads off. I'm not exagerating, though I love doing it (it's fun!), but seriously, I got really sad, I really wanted to do it... Then, the teacher one day says we're gonna have to sing a song, but this time IT WAS FOR REAL. So I thought, ok, no Dresden Dolls, now it's Panic At the Disco time! I figured if I sang There's A Good Reason, I was gonna have to dance, and I wanted to dance, so that was my choice. So I started planning my revenge! Everything was going great, until one day, the teacher says "change of plans, you're all gona sing the same song" WHAT?! yeees, the same song... once again, OH YOU FUCKERS! Besides, you know what song was?! I Can See Clearly Now. OH REALLY?! yes, really... that one. And it was a group thing, so my group came everyday after class to my house (just cause it was the closest one to school) and we sang the fucking song a few times and I got sick of it. SO. The same day we were gonna have to "perform" the song, it was the Yellowcard show, and at that time I was a huge Yellowcard fan. But I had no tickets. So that morning I was listening to a radio show and if you called and guesses the song you could win tickets! GUESS WHAT. I CALLED. I GUESSED. I WON! Then we performed and we got an A and apparently we were the only group that got A's and then I said my goodbyes and I ran to the arena and I sang along to all the songs and then I took a picture of the bassplayer (I think his name is Sean) and just when I shot he looked into the camera (so I guess he got blind for a few seconds) and when I was looking at the pictures in my computer his eyes looked red. Although, those pictures got lost in the other computer, and now I don't know where they are. To make this whole deal even more a trauma for me, I was watching Igor, and at the very end of the really cute Burton-esque movie, the blind orphans sing I CAN SEE CLEARLY NOW. Of course, (and I will not exagerate this time) I got all psycho-girlfriend on the movie and started yelling at it... FUCKER. WHY THAT ONE. I mean, of course, it was ironic, cause the blind orphans are ... well, blind, and they can't see, but still they can see clearly now the rain is gone, because Malaria (which is where they live) was a dark place and it was cloudy and dark all day and night. Yeah I got the irony of it, cause I'm quite ironic and sarcastic. But seriously. WHY?!. And yes, I did get all psycho-girlfriend on the movie for doing it. I do it sometimes. It's relaxing.