Ooh, article-writing. I cringe at the ones I did for a college paper. They seemed so disproportionately exuberant and opinionated, two things which, while not necessarily bad, must be tamed over time in order to be effective.

Were you a Communist, Glice?

I thought I was a lot of things. I'm not going to go into details, but I did a few things that I would say I genuinely regret, rather than moderately embarassing myself, which is what people usually mean by regret. I actually have no idea whether my fanzine writing was any good, I took the wise move of never keeping anything I wrote. I imagine it was brilliant, as per my general-ness.

I could make a cock joke here, but I assume at this point those are implied.

If you truly regret those things, you must have done/caused things whose repercussions were devastating and irreversible. I'm intrigued.

Hmm. Sorry, it's the internet. If you fancy a pint at any point though, I shall happily regail you with tales of woe.

I can think of a few things that I think have defined my teenage years:
1. Making the decision to grow my hair and finally giving up trying to fit in to a particular group.
2. My first genuine full blown house party with a former enemy and people I only vaguely knew who then became my best friend's in the world ever.
3. Endless nights of chilling in Washingmachine's room listening to and playing music, drinking and arguing about all manner of cultural topics.
4.The first time my first band went to the practise room in the local community centre
5. Hearing Sonic Youth for the first time at Washingmachine's place and referring to them as "a non-alcoholic hangover"; how wrong I was...
6. Discovering my political beliefs.

Leaving home, buying Bad Moon Rising, hearing Swans play live, seeing Scorpio Rising and reading Last Exit to Brooklyn all pretty much made me what I am now. For better or worse.

Smoking weed out of a can....that was 12 or 13, but still.

Nothing was particularly momentous. The only thing that even comes close would be my parents splitting up. Life post-divorce has been completely different than before the divorce. Sometimes I can't believe it. Anyway, I think who I am today is a result of the divorce more than anything else. It set into motion a series of events that don't really stand out from each other when I look back on things. I mean, there wasn't really anything exceptional about any singular event. Very little of it has any meaning to me now. But if any of it was missing, I think I'd be a very different person. I'm extremely fond of myself as I am today, so I'm glad things happened the way they did.

mushrooms.

It seems like nothing's changed since 2000...
But some times that really got me are:
Going to Montreal for a week (completely found out where I wanted to be)
Getting into Sonic Youth/all MY music.
One 'relationship' I hate to think back on that I really fucked up.
Essentially losing contact with my best fucking friend (we still rarely talk or see each other...)
Meeting Jamie and Matt in school. (Matt a while before Jamie, from grade 7-8, Jamie in gr9.) Two dudes I could not get along without.
Learning how much I hate most people, and how fucked up almost everything is.
Getting into philosophy.

i just got an outbreak on my chin. ugh. fucking acne pads aren't worth shit.

as for milestones of my teens:

first kiss
first listening to Daydream Nation
getting a car

i'm still working on it.

EDIT: 1,000 posts.

Oh yeah first kiss.

More late adolescent/early teen, but definitely up there in the popular consciousness.

truncy- i still tivo that in the morning. sbtb is always going to be way too close to my heart.

you know, i forgot the time i saw thurston walking down the street on my little list. that still is such an awesome moment for me.

videogames
weed
nirvana
sonic youth's year punk broke video
wu-tang clan
writing funny stories at school with my friends