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The Academy Is... - About A Girl
 Today I woke up thinking of this song. It brings me nothing but good memories though. When I was a sophomore in high school, I was still transitioning from my many crazy styles. When I was a freshman, I considered myself to be emo/scene, which had me listening to a bunch of music I really couldn't comprehend but still made me cool. Some Paramore, some BMTH, but by the summer of 2009, I was on my way to become "indie" because I was bullied by some "indie" girls and my way of getting back at them was to become one of them. It was not only that, but I also admired them, and thought they were cool (if that makes any sense?) Their style was something unheard of where I live, and I always aspired to be different. Okay, too much derailing of the point I am trying to convey, and how this song has a meaning to it. Anyways, when I went back to school, this was one of my favorite songs because I always sought myself to be a hopeless romantic. The lyrics of this song were like a victory cry that made it okay for me to feel in those times. Also, I was totally into boys with William Beckett hair. That long wavy-ish hair that I never got to tousle because boys from here don't have that kind of hair. A fifteen year old girl in my position could only dream. Now I am on the edge of twenty, almost twenty one, caressing my hair product induced waves. 
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