Just finished watching the homage to disaffected 90's youth culture known as The Craft. I SO wanted to be Neve Campbell in this movie. The year was 1996...I had started experimenting with fishnets, I bought a pair of steel-toe Doc Martens, and soon thereafter, there would be an unfortunate incident involving Indian ink, a safety pin, and a Pentagram. I'm also relatively sure I had Kurt Cobain's suicide note pinned to my wall. I was weird. But very consciously so in that transparent and shallow teenage way.
At any rate, I've thoroughly enjoyed my trip down memory lane. And I wouldn't want to be 13 again for anything in the world.