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last night i walk into my family room to find my sister and parents watching old home videos. it was from christmas in 1993. my hair was blonde and i had bangs cut straight across my forehead. wow how times have changed. it almost seemed surreal to think of just how different i was back when i was seven. what makes it so we all change, not just physically, but with our personality, emotions, and topics of interest, so drastically over the years? the concept of "growing up" just never really makes sense to me. people reach a certain age and for some reason believe the excitements from when they were a child just disappear. now it's replaced with alcohol, drugs, designer bags. or watching sunday football. but there's still a part inside of me... the part exposed as i sat and watched myself on the home movie... that makes me still feel giddy about ripping open a gift under the christmas tree. i literally felt my adrenaline rush while watching myself tear off the paper.
i don't want to ever lose those excitements. i feel it is these joys that are the reason for living in the first place. the kind that are not worked for, purchased, or expcected. the kind of happiness i don't search for, but somehow always finds me when i least expect it.
liz aka francey and i went downtown yesterday. i loveeeee days like yesterday, where we had no real plan, but still enjoyed ourselves the entire time.
oh, and some camwhoreness.
and the photoshopped version.
ps.- the new brand new and sufjan stevens currently own me.