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Named after the famous Prince song "Darling Nikki", except this one's got one less "K".

Also known as college-preparatory or secondary school

1. A place that prepares you for the real world (ie. if you make it through this place you can make it through anything. See anything.)

2. A place where everyone resents everyone else because because they secretly want to be part of the group they can't be in (the more adult version of "you can't play in my sandbox"..."your sandbox sucks anyway" kid conversation)

3. A prelude to the real best years of your life. See college

4. A place where you find out your place in society:

Preps: Abercrombie kids who hang out at each other's beach bungalow's during the weekends...usually snotty and spoiled...well liked by many faculty

Unholy Holies: Also very well liked by the faculty, except more annoying than the preps because unlike the preps they tend to actually have morals: they head student government, liturgy committee, participate in all types of community service and always get chosen as retreat leaders. They irk people with phrases like "Jesus loves you no matter what" and saying hey buddy to you in the hallway because they feel sorry for you while showing off their yellow Livestrong bracelets.

Potheads: Relaxed, laid back happy idiots. Cool to talk to in the morning when you yourself are brain dead too.

Teachers: This is a whole other spectrum of cliques ...

Oh, Scene kids....What to do? what to do?
Well scene kids think themselves to be emo, post-hardcore, metalcore or Hardcore. They are often mean towards those less "scene" than themselves, strive to be the first within their friends to adopt a new trend. They have "emo bangs" Which are sideswept bangs. Many scene kids have guages and they think the bigger you get the more cool you are. They try to be everywhere that they know more scene kids, and other groups like the popular kids, or the punk kids will be, so they can stand around smoking cigarettes and trying to act cool. Lost of scene kids have piercings, and the most popular is the lip ring. Scene kids act lie their lives suck so they have to slit their wrists to let away the pain, even though most are pretty well off, with good family and a good amount of money. They try and act way more tough than they really are, always threatining to kick someones ass. they love dinosaurs, robots, polka-dots and little girl bows/clips and headbands and all the things that were cool when you were 5 years old.The boys wear girl pants and tight shirts, and same with the girls. A normal boy outfit consists of: Girl pants, crooked studded belt, tight band t-shirt, and a zip up band hoodie, sometimes black eyeliner, black or darkbrown hair with "emo bangs"flipped to the side, maybe a bandana. A Normal girl outfit consists of: Girlpants, Tight band shirts, and band zip up hoodies, polka-dot ribbons in their hair, dark eyeliner, big sungl...

Myspace is a hard word to define on so many level's,many claim the addiction to myspace is the natural urge for human attention and that is is the perfect outlet for people who crave attention.Sigmund Freud,if here were alive today would definately include a case study on the nature of this website.Freud then would proceed to set up an account for his case study and himself would fall prey to the addiction,eventually adding people like Albert Einstein,Marie Curie to his top 8 list,he soon would abandon his work and focus on the social aspects of myspace for himself personally,he would eventually post blogs,post one picture of himself just for vanity sake and proceed to check his laptop every hour or so to see if any girls did "brainy guys",after severe disapointment Freud decides that the only alternative is to abandon his elitist ways and become trendy in the Myspace ways,He add garage bands to his friends list,posts picture comments to Marie Curie in provocative outfits and even manages to score a fat chick from myspace.Freud then realizes soon after,that he could have done the same thing in real life,exept listening to a garage band,he could go listen to a big name band at a real concert,and instead of the fat chick from myspace who leaves him 50 comments a day,he could have easily just walked up to a hot chick in real life and ask for her number and feel more satisfied than anything he could have done through myspace.

The Morale of this boring story is,Anyone intell...

One of many things:

1- The inevitable cause for the complete disregard and obliteration of real human one-on-one, in person interaction . Because people actually pass this shit off as communication and pressure you into getting one or else they claim you won’t get full insight into their warped lives, you’re not hip and you’ll face being debarred from their life because you don’t care enough if you won’t get one. A fucking handicap for all you fucks to lazy or too self-absorbed in your bohemian “fuck what the world thinks CUZ IT’s so 2toally MY lIfE!” to get off your computer and tell that to people in their fucking faces. A place where people have no problem telling strangers and their “online buds” more about themselves then they tell people they’ve known for years. Where they post more information about themselves than anyone cares to read….I mean you’re like less than an inch away from revealing your fucking thong size and that’s only cause your shitty camera has a fuckhole lens that didn’t quite capture the tag on it clearly. Mostly a place to let your arrogance bleed on to the world wide web and still have the disgust to bitch and moan about insignificant events in your life that you claim make your life suck despite the fact that you’re always partying and living a decadent RAWK STAR lifestyle as your fugly pics and blogs point to it. A place where you clearly get THAT persons point of view of themselves…everyone paints themselves to be this super cool, nice pe...

The most popular definitions need to be updated a little bit. Because at this point in time october 2007 thats more like a wannabe scene kid/emo kid.
And I don't like labels too much, but come on. Don't pretend you don't do it.

I don't care what the roots are of scene, this is UrbanDictionary, and we're concerned about modern shit not going back ten years.
Scene kids are rich. Or they might not be rich, it doesn't matter. They buy exspensive shit and still look like trash.
You pay money to look like dirt when you're a scene kid. And yes, its stylish. Whether you like it or not. I really don't get why its so wonderful to look trashy.
Not all scene kids are trashy. Some of them are just Urban Outfitter whores and seem trashy, but thats just fashion and they look more like bums than trash.
And even then there's some who don't look like bums or trashy. Its a very narrow yet broad spectrum.
And thats just their clothes.
Usually a scene girls hair is long underneath and very big and layered on top. Some examples of this are Mother Fucking Aly and Amor Hilton. While Aly's hair is poofy and big on top its not like Amor's, which almost looks like a rats nest, but in a good way.
Typical scene boy hair is about shoulder length, and very smooth and shiny. Some use product, some don't, but almost all scene kids straighten their hair. And if they don't, they must have some bomb ass hair to pull of not straightening it.
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A group of people that embrace everything considered "unique" for the sake of being "unique". Drinks chai most of the time and thinks they know everything about Art because they know a few works by Andy Warhol. They usually goto clubs that is in the middle of nowhere because they don't play mainstream music and circle jerk about the fact that they are the only ones that know a particular band and how everyone else in the world is a conformist.

Their favorite movies consist of mostly anything by Wes Anderson and any B-movies or other independent films that hasn't been poisoned by the corporate Hollywood, or so they would have you believe. Oh, and they think Bruce Campbell is the best actor in the universe.

Hipsters also like to think they are Buddhist despite the fact that they know nothing about it, and to top that off they are usually vegan. They like anything retro and vintage, especially anything to do with the 8-bit generation of video gaming when in reality all they know about video games is Pacman and Super Mario.

They like to spend their time on blogs to an invisible audience about their fashion statements and writing reviews of indie music albums and the occasional rant about how their life sucks because their local thrift store isn't open on sundays anymore. Yeah, tell that to the starving AIDS-ridden african kid dying on the other side of the world, dumbass. Perhaps you'd like to trade places?

Hipsters also like to think they are environmentally-aw...