I Googled myself today, not in a narcissistic way, but just out of curiosity. Turns out, I’ve done quite well to hide my actual identity. Not that I don’t trust any of you, but I just want to leave some things to the imagination. I did find one picture though:
This was taken in 1998 during my first communion. In case you didn’t notice already, the poofy-sleeved girl with the obvious red circle around her head is me. My friends are spread across the group, but I didn’t actually know any of them at the time except one, Jessica.
I was being nostalgic today after seeing this. I do this a lot and sometimes it gets me down because I look back and realize that I wasn’t always the way I am today, afraid of illness and contamination. I hate that about the current me, but maybe this too will change. I certainly wasn’t scared of all that when I was posing for this picture.
I love to look back at the funny things I did as a kid that I thought were cool or bad, but are actually really hilarious to me now.
Once, Jessica and I, on purpose, wore the same bright pink Rugrats overalls with a white shirt and pigtails to school and everyone was asking us if we were twins. This was when I was in 3rd grade and Jessica was about a foot taller than me. We thought we were so cool and that everyone actually thought we looked alike 😉
Or the time when my friend Tiffany and I snuck a beer from her fridge, ran into the bathroom and drank like two sips of it and thought we were soooo bada$$.
My favorite would have had to be the times that Tiffany and I had “boyfriends” that we met in chatrooms. Not sure how we got there, but I think she told me about this one chatroom. Anyway, we met a guy named “Jimmy Lee.” We were both talking to him on Yahoo messenger, which is what all the cool kids used. I remember we told him we were 18 and he actually believed that crap, or at least he pretended he believed it. He was at work, I remember, he shut the door and boom, exposed himself. We were screaming and I started crying to tell Tiffany to turn it off. Then the next day at school she printed off a huge picture of him, his face I mean, and told everyone he was her boyfriend. We still laugh about that perv Jimmy Lee to this day. Good times.
I have so many hilarious stories of my friends and I that I have yet to share with my mom, so I think she’ll at least find these few stories funny 🙂 I do anyway.
Well, enough nostalgia for one day. I’m so tired 🙂
I hope you enjoyed this and thanks for reading!