| Saturday, August 05, 2006 |
| Rising to the challenge |
So my friend Martha issued a challenge to post what you used to look like on your website. A double-dog dare, actually. It's taken me a few days, but I'm a down ass chick, so here we go. Not all of my photos are from my yearbook, because unlike Martha, I apparently wasn't that popular :) I am also not as funny as Martha, so the pictures will have to be comedic enough on their own. Mostly, they are.
We started here with my freshmen yearbook photo. 
As an embarrassing aside, I am revealing one of my previous obsessions from this same time period.
I know.
Unlike Martha's journey into advanced poufiness, my hair took a turn down the road to limp and lifeless. The mullet remains, but the length has been reduced. My face reveals my own true feelings about the flatness.
That summer, I saw and fell in love with "The Legend of Billie Jean" and was channeling a pre-crack Whitney when I cut off the last bit of mullet. I feel it's fair to mention here that what you cannot see in these shorter hair pictures is the foot long tail in the back. A blond one. I know.
Later, in a lame attempt to disguise my so-short locks, I turned to hats. Ok, I just love hats, whatever.
 
For my junior year, I rejoined the ranks of pouf. Unfortunately, it was all over pouf and ended up rivaling a 60's bouffant.
   
Those last two photos also feature my cousin/best friend growing up. Because I believe humiliation is a dish best served family-style. Here we are with sweat-pasted-to-our-head-locks. You have to use your imagination a little bit.
Sometime after taking my senior pictures
in the summer before my senior year, I went through a keepitinaponytailallthetime growing out phase. 
Fortunately, my hair grows quickly. Witness the growth capacity.
Junior prom  Senior prom 
So there you have it. It was the 80's y'all. What can I say? |
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| Monday, July 31, 2006 |
| Random thoughts on men |
What is it with men and motorcycles anyway? They seem inevitably drawn to motorcycles like moths to a flame. I'm not saying all men, because I hate to generalize, but damn near all of them in my experience. If they don't own one, they want to. At the very least, they stare longingly at every one that drives by. When riding, the riders silently nod to one another like they are in some secret brotherhood or something. "I love bikes and so do you. In solidarity, brother." I mean, I like motorcycles and the feeling of wind in my face as we glide down the street. I get that. But we are talking about an almost "lusty" relationship between men and motorcycles. I'm thinking it's a dick thing. What else could it be?
Why do they think farting is cute? I honestly don't get this one either. Again, I can't generalize, because my dad thinks breaking wind is downright gross. But most guys seem fascinated and amused by their own flatulence. And think we are equally so.
Why do they seem to always notice me when I look like crap? This one really boggles my mind. I don't exactly look like "crap" today, but I'm certainly not looking special. And yet a countless number of men stared into my car this morning like they were sex-starved prisoners and I was the first woman they'd seen in years. I seriously felt like pulling over and seeing if there was a sign on the back of my car that said, "Smile for a free ride" or something. I wish I could say it picked up my self esteem, but I'm still feeling rather pudgy and uncute this afternoon. |
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