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Have you ever looked at pictures that have been stashed away for a while and suddenly got really depressed? Tonight I was making a photo album for the sorority (I figured I would start when there is only 20 or so pictures instead of boxes full) and I realized my other albums were all mixed up chronologically. So, being slightly OCD, I sat down to sort them out and put them back in the albums. Everything was pretty cool from 2nd grade on to 8th but high school killed me. I kept thinking "when am I going to be happy and carefree like that again?" And damn if I could kick the 11th grade Kristin right in the head! It's ok though, Kelly Green wears eyeliner now (sorry kid). He sure was hot then though... Seriously though, I'm not the independent, high spirited, high self-esteemed person I was not so long ago. I feel like I am just going through a routine - work, school, work, school, work... it made me make the decision to drop my hardest class (the professor was a bastard anyhow). I miss Jenny (where ever you are) and slurpee night with Sara, and crazy car rides to the ghetto with Jay and Eric. Oh to be a kid again - and no, I'm not to young to say that.