So, maybe I should share with you all photos of myself when I was thirteen?






Like this one of me and my lil’ bro sitting on the washing machine with our bike helmets on, singing together while we eat our popsicles? I never would have admitted it then, but my little brother was secretly my best friend. The poor guy also had to suffer my hand-me-downs. Note the Punky Brewster sneakers he is wearing.




Or maybe this photo of me and the other kids from our 2 area schools who went to be in the All State Chorus Concert. Yep, that’s right, peeps. Sarcastic Teen rocked the vocals, awwww-yeah! Unfortunately, she also rocked the orange pants with navy polka dots and the matching (not so much?) navy socks. Arrrrgh.



Don’t you love the facial expressions on the guys in this photo, btw?




There’s also this slightly weirdish photo of me with my cat. And honestly, I really did not love him in THAT way. I had that smouldering look down, though, didn’t I? I was probably practicing for when I would meet Joey McIntyre. Heh.  Also, yes, my room was always filthy, but the real question is: How do you like my orange curtains and blue rug? Badass, right? *stifling laughter*







Perhaps I could also show you pictures of me Thirteen years ago, when I was 18.



Like this one, where I’m on a bus on the way to Bush Gardens – our Senior Trip. Yes, that is the lamest senior trip ever. But we made it fun by smuggling screwdrivers onto the bus for the trip. Underage drinking - Gotta love it!




Then there’s this one, taken of me in Drama Class. You can see how hard we are all working. It was not unusual for “Drama Class” to actually mean, “Hour Of The Day When We Goof Off And Do Nothing Productive.” I LOVED me some Drama Class. Notice how I am “acting” in the photo. That was “pretend mad face.” It is a wonder I never made it big, I tell you! *snort*




And I guess I can’t get away with not showing you my prom picture. Hi Neil! Neil was my boyfriend back in the day. Aren’t our matching haircuts cute? I wore those heels for the picture (mostly b/c his mom was paying for the pictures) but the rest of the night I was in Reefs. And that dress only cost $30, and I didn’t even wash my hair that day after going to the beach. Cause I’m classy and I cared about social events that much! Also? I was not wearing any underwear. Boo-yah!




Ahh, 13 years old and 13 years ago. At both times there was still so much life ahead and my head was still full of so much life.

And my body was so much not full of gravity.

Let’s see what happens with the next 13 years. Maybe then I’ll be looking back at pictures of my 2008 Muffin-Top Gut wondering why I used to think it was so bad.