From the day
Perspective: The Teenager · Tactile
The rough plastic of the Nintendo Wii remote feels like the future in my palm, though I'm still trying to master the motion-sensing flick of the wrist without hitting the lamp. I squeezed into my tightest skinny jeans today, but crawling into the backseat of my friend's sedan was totally sketchy since the denim has zero stretch. We rolled into the station to fill up, and seeing $2.27 on the pump felt like a total win for a Friday. Now, Justin Timberlake is blasting through the tinny speakers, and we’re just cruising with the windows down while I try to text "lol" on my T9 keypad without looking.