i think last night was the best night of Sean's life. even more so than his wedding night. just kidding, but seriously. i have never seen him happier than when i saw him looking up at the stage, looking into Eddie Vedder's eyes, singing along with him... Sean was in heaven. it made me happy to see him that happy.. i will let him do the post about the Pearl Jam concert. that is his territory, and i do no want to tarnish such a sacred event for him. i wouldn't even know where to start.
i was talking with my sister-in-law Amanda, about school pictures. her cutie pa-tootie daughter is getting them today. i was reminded of some of my school pictures. oh joy. let's just say it's safe to say, with my last few blog posts, that jr. high wasn't exactly my favorite. 7th and 8th grade were particularly bad and awkward for me.
why is that age so awkward? it's like we think we have it down, we think we are lookin good, we can dress ourselves, we think we now how to make our hair look cute, we think we know how to apply make-up properly, and that white eyeliner is totally awesome, and that wavers are the best invention ever made, and that thick platform shoes are super cute and that by not pulling our ponytail all the way through the elastic, that we all the sudden have prom queen worthy hair? and that side parts in the hair became a social epidemic? and that if you don't have glitter around your eyes then you might as well just not go to school? and that without studded belts, we might as well just die?
i remember getting school pictures in 8th grade. i woke up early that day. i had just learned how to kind of blow-dry my hair. it took me about 2 hours to dry it. it only took me til 8th grade to learn how to dry my hair, i know i am so super impressed too. i was so excited to wear by super cute unoriginal Roxy t-shirt. with my totally un-unique puka shell necklace. i also had just bought the best new yummy bonnebell lipgloss. cappucino. everyone was doing it.
pictures came along.. and i couldn't wait to get them back. i felt so cute that day. surely this yearbook picture would snag all the fellas. when we recieved our pictures back, i very slowly opened the package. i mean, i didn't want to ruin the perfectly awesome pictures. as i pulled the pictures out.. i almost dry-heaved. this is me? this is what i look like? is this photo shopped? can they do that? that's illegal? i paid for these!
clearly the picture did not turn out the way i expected. also, clearly i didn't look as cute as i thought i did. my eyes were not closed, but were somewhat not as open as they could have been. my smile looked forced. i don't know how else to say this but i looked constipated. i was mortified.
so what did i do? i hid the pictures in a secret place in my room. i went and got re-takes. i was on the yearbook staff at school, so i made sure that the right picture got put in the yearbook. the new picture wasn't that much better. but it was better.
last year, as i was cleaning out my room, i came across those pictures. i laughed a little, i cried a little. my dad walked in when i was looking at them. he took them out of my hands and said,
"WTF? is that you? i have never seen these before! you look polynesian or something. wow, your eyebrows? yikes. it just doesn't look like you."
it reminded me of that line in Home Alone..
"Buzz, your girlfriend? WOOF!"
you know how they say "only a face the parents could love?"
not sure if that is really true. at least not about that picture.
oh well. we all learn from our mistakes, right?
i vowed never to wear a Roxy shirt or a puka shell necklace again. i still love that lipgloss though. i don't care if you judge me.