blast from the past
(if you have short attention spans or are bored easily...you might not want to read this)
so summer*s starting to come to a close...and I*ve been rushing around trying to acomplish many things...like cleaning my room. I think I*ve gone through all of my drawers & my closet. Well anyways...while cleaning one of my drawers....I came across this tape (you know tape cassette...the thing people used to record music before cds?? yea that.) of the macarena. And I started to wonder why I kept it so long...maybe for the memory? or did I just forget about it like the other million extra things in my room. Then I started to think back to was it....1995? wow...i was 5...and life was easy..no homework, boys had cooties, and your parents dressed you. This for once made me feel really really old. And then I found a picture of me and anna from 1999....the 2nd year we were friends...its 6 years later now....we*re still best frinds, we still do almost everything together, we still look alot alike, and we have the same mannerisms...we*re just less geeky per say? Like this year we*re gonna be in high school together...all these old memories make me feel so old...and now I have a new photo album....and I found a (embarassing) photo of gina...from i think the end of this year...i remember us meeting in when I was in 6th grade...her and annie were like...my heros (yea....it*s sad I know) and now...they*re gonna be seniors (!!!) and they*re more my friends than anything. And then my pictures of mia...I remember (of course) about 2 years ago my aunt talking about adopting a little girl, and mia*a been a bigger blessing than anyone could ever ask for. And then there*s the debate of me. It seems I*ve changed soo much I don*t remember what I used to look like...like I cleaned out my closet....and now all of my clothes are about 4 sizes too big. There*s a big painting of me in the living room...I have (oversized :-/) glasses and poofy, straight-ish hair. I remember having no self-confidence...and I always thought I was the ugly duckling (ok I wouldn*t blame myself either for that revalation). Now I*ve discovered the miracle of contacts, I stopped fighting my curly hair, and I*ve discovered I*m only as great as I think I am...and today, I*m awesome. That, people, is damn straight.