They Treat Me Really Nicely, They Buy Me All These Icies...

Jan 01, 2006 23:54


My mom is all into scrapbooking again. Fun, fun things, them scrapbooks. I absolutely love reading them and recalling memories you thought were lost.

-God, I was a fat little baby. I had no hair, either, until I was like 3. Hopefully I have gotten all of my baldness overwith and won't have to deal with it in future.
-Can Claire Lesage take a bad picture? Seriously, how can one tiny person be so heart-stoppingly adorable? While PLAYING IN A BARN?
-I had the most kickass fashion sense. 90s young female fashion was so the last word in fugly. I was also destined to love GSR; there are random subtle butterflies in a few pictures. Hell yeah.
-Never, I repeat NEVER let your daughter near scissors without intense supervision. Self-made bangs? Little Me, what the FUCK were you thinking? Cutting part of your ponytail off was kind of awesome though, if misguided. You only wanted to look nice for the movie theaters and you thought your hair needed a trim. I can respect that. Not the bangs, though. There is no respecting THAT. I'm still retarded with scissors and hair, actually. What was that sticky stuff anyway? Y'all, I HAD to cut it out. Except now I have a little wisp near my left ear. *sigh-laugh*
-Little 7 year old girls in First Communion dresses = so beautiful. Mine had kind of a veil scrunchie thing and I was just absolutely enamoured with it. We all look like we're off to our freakishly young weddings, like our parents are turning us into mini-brides and we're at some crazy auction, all lined up beaming in our white dresses at the front of the church. That sounds weird, I know, but in reality it's so adorable. Mine had like this double-string of pearls sewed right on which I thought was the last word in cool. You know what? It so was. This also reminds me of how beyond frightened I was of 2nd grade because I was only 6 when it started and most of my friends were already 7. God, I was petrified. It turned out to be one of the best years of my life. I LOVED the teacher, we all did. I remember kissing her on the cheek, because I thought it was okay because I kissed my sisters' cheeks all the time but she was really surprised and got sort of mad. Miss Roach? It's only incest if you had kissed me. So fear not. I was also one of the class leaders in the spelling tests. God, go grade 2!
-Being wary of two-piece bathing suits, even at the ripe old age of 9. You need to remember I've always been a total dweeb. Now I prefer them much more over a 1-piece. Pfyuck.
-James crying in like every picture we have of him under the age of 5. I don't remember him being a crybaby. He didn't like pictures much, though. I also don't remember being so partial to braids, so there you are.
-Guinea. Aww! What a guy, that Guinea. Coolest and most creatively named guinea pig ever. We loved him. That reminds me of Diamond and The-One-Not-Named-Diamond. Double aww.
-The picture of me in my 7th grade dance class has the title "Hip Ho". Thanks, Mom.
-That time in Sea World where, upon riding the Atlantis coaster a second time and being seated by some random mom, I apparently thought I was some Atlantis-ride veteran and chattered incessantly at this poor woman about which parts might SEEM scary but really weren't and where we'd get the most splashed on. I had a really cute t-shirt on though, so it's okay.
-Thinking the Magic Kingdom was possibly the most beautiful, wonderful place I'd ever seen, crossing the lake to the park entrance with my mother at the age of 10. What makes me all fuzzy inside is I still think that, at 15.

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