Remember the Daze

Class of 199-fucking-9!

Come on, we gotta party like It's 1999!

I just don't understand anything.

I don't wanna face those people.

Only you know what you want.

I'm stuck with this routine.

It's the last day of school forever.

Good luck.

Thanks.

Come on, wake up, Julia.

Hm.

Today is the beginning of the end and the end of the beginning.

And you don't wanna be late for it.

You always say that.

Angie.

Angie. It's time to wake up.

It's your last day In middle school.

You know what your counselor said.

You won't be able to finish junior high school

If you miss one more half day.

Little Angie

Get the fuck out of here!

Unbelievable.

Hm.

I wrote a new song last night.

Sweet.

We can practice it later.

H m.

You want some of this? Huh?

Last day of school! Oh, shit!

Oh, shit!

The car, what the hell.

Fuck you both.

Oh, nice nighty.

I'll see you later.

Shit. Shit!

What's up, ass fuck?

Come on. Come on.

More. More. More!

Oh. God.

What's wrong with you?

Wow!

I don't even remember when I actually ever decided

Brown was where I wanted to got to college.

God. Rhode Island. I'm not gonna know a single soul.

Man, you know, even if Brown does suck,

at least you're experiencing some place new.

I mean, I was looking at this brochure the other day,

for NYU and my mom started flipping out

saying that New York was all about sex and drugs

and I wanted to be, like, you know what?

I'm not a virgin. I already have a tattoo

and I do a ton of drugs here.

Oh, God.

I'm gonna be real famous some day.

Watch!

Stacy.

Stacey, you forgot your lunch. Stacey.

Stacey. Stacey.

Mom. Stop saying my name so much.

You forgot your lunch.

Stacey.

Hi, Mrs. Cherry.

Hello, Julia. Hi. Say hello, Sockets.

Yeah. Your dog hates you.

So you guys are ready for summer?

Mom.

Has Stacey been smoking any of the funny stuff, huh?

Mom. Go in the house, now. Okay? Bye.

Bye. Say Bye-bye.

Bye. Mom.

Oh my God. My mom is so insane.

I wouldn't complain,

your boyfriend lives in your basement

for a year now? And she still has no clue.

What was I supposed to do? His grandmother kicked him out.

I'm just saying I can't believe she still hasn't figured it out.

Well my mom choses what she wants to know and what she doesn't want to know.

Hm. Kinda like, you.

Hey, Dylan might treat me like crap

but he's not cheating on me. And if he cheated on me, then I would dump him.

Let's not talk about it.

Don't do it.

What?

Julia, don't. Come on.

[Honks insistently and chuckles]

This isn't funny You're gonna hurt our friend.

Ahhh!

There she goes.

Hey, ugly.

Ha, ha, ha. You're such an ass.

Oh, I know. Come on, shut up and get in.

I love you.

I hate you.

I know, I know.

So you guys are coming to my pep rally later, right?

Yeah. About that... Nah.

Stop it. You are coming.

Class of '99. The sons of bitches.

I can't believe that we are officlally seniors.

Like, next year that's gonna be out last year. How crazy is that?

Another whole year until we actually get out of this place.

Exactly.

In the meantime we can still get really, really, really wasted.

Oh my God. You're such a cheerleader.

Good morning to you.

I hope this very reliable tardiness habit of yours

will not be continuing into the next year.

High school is just one mind In a whole lot of bodies.

And I know how that mind thinks.

So keep that in mind.

What Is our purpose? Our meaning?

Why are we all here and what are we each supposed to do?

Is there some predetermined plan

driving all the decisions that we make,

or are we ourselves making our choices

based on our own free wills?

These mental thoughts are liminal phases.

Childhood Is about magic,

but teen Is about mystery.

It is the time when the world suddenly gets closer

and the colors get brighter.

Rules seem ready to be broken.

You all may have different problems.

But It Is the same problem.

You got to figure out what you want.

Sorry, so, Mod, are you listening to anything I'm saying? Mod!

Mod I

You look like a mangloid baby.

Here.

What's a mangled In baby?

Just... Just...

Weirdo.

Mom give you lunch money?

Yeah Yeah.

I gotta, I gotta ask you for a favor I need you to, uh...

I need you to... Uh...

I need you to sell. All of this.

I need you to sell everything in there. Yeah? Is that cool?

It's my last day at school, man.

It's your last day at school?

Yeah. Before summer.

You mean you're like leaving for college or something...

No, man. I'm a Junior.

Oh, good. Uh...

There's a big ass party tonight.

Really? Where?

I don't have a fucking clue.

Here.

Peace out.

Smoke that weed, bitch.

What It Is the never ending equation

otherwise known as chaos?

Chaos theory Is really about finding the underlying order

apparently random things

Mod.

Speaking In...

You're in the wrong class.

That the entire human world might be...

What's up, Sylvia?

Which states that we are all part

of some greater order.

Mod.

A w, come on.

You girls want some weed?

You've all played dominoes. When you topple one

the others fall In sult. This would be an Isolated system

except for the fact that something outside the system

Yeah, Mod.

He didn't take a hall pass.

Oh, he's got a permanent note, Mr. Shapiro.

You know, for AD H D.

He'd better not miss my frigging pep really.

Don't forget it. It's during last period.

Okay.

I will be tumbling.

I just want to remind everybody of the pep rally.

Oh, great.

The spirit is important.

I don't want to see one empty seat.

Pull your skirt up!

So, you should all come.

Okay?

In the larger systems...

You'd better run, bitch.

I gotta shit.

Oh, yeah.