- Diana Princess of Wales is killed in a car crash
- Mother Teresa dies
- Mike Tyson bites Evander Holyfield's ear
- A civil jury panel finds OJ Simpson guilty
- Tiger Woods at 21 years old became the youngest golfer ever to win the Masters
I'm 12 years old sitting alone, watching MTV at my Grandparents after school, scarfing down oreos. I'm thinking, 'I sure hope they play Jamiroquai. I love them *sings in head* future's made out, virtual insanity */singing in head*. What I see next, changes my life FOREVER.
What did I just see, what did I just hear?! That was soooooooo cool. I'm hooked. Who are they? Thank God internet was invited. I searched the hell out of Hanson. I found their offical website and tons of fan pages and attempted to get as much information as I could. My mom bought me their cd and my summer was history.
What isn't too love? I'm a teenage girl and they are young guys my age, writing music, playing instruments and making me fall in love with their pop tunes. I wasn't alone with my infatuation. My sister and best friend at the time, and I were just like them. We were annoying, loud, immature, everything young girls typically aren't today. This was before we wore makeup and did anything more than brush our hair. I wore baggy jeans and flannel and thought I was anything but hot and could care less. We even entered a lip sync contest and won $100 lipping Mmmbop and acting like Hanson. Those were the days...
My love for Hanson was pretty big but I doubt you could say I was or am their #1 fan today. When they first busted onto the scene I never went to see them in concert. My Dad said no way. He was worried I would become too obsessed. I limited myself to how many Hanson posters I put on my walls because I didn't want to be that girl. AN OBSESSED HANSON FAN. Everyone at school knew me as the Hanson freak. It was pretty tough being constantly reminded of how uncool you were but I continued my love for them despite it all.
Their second album was a Christmas cd, Snowed In. I didn't get that freaking cd till spring! My parents had enough of my craziness that they made me wait. Why did they punish me? Why can't I enjoy this one thing and be happy? So what if I play Mmmbop 20 times a day or if I want a set of congo's so I can play them like Taylor. Let me be ME.
This is My So-Called
