Freshman 15 and a 2.75

I love looking back at older times. And when I say "love" I mean "cringe". Old pictures, Xanga posts, soveniers,.... It's strange how, at the moment, you look at yourself and think you're acceptable. I mean you're accepted in the niche, so you accept yourself.

My mom loves this one picture of my first day in 4th grade. I thought I was so in style. My school wear wardrobe consisted of 3 pairs of overalls (one long panted and 2 short (striped khaki and denim)), a myriad of skorts, only 1 pair of jeans, wind breaker pants, and tourist t-shirts. Toronto, Sydney, Vietnam, Key West, San Diego,...None of which I ever actually visited. Well, I had a power ranger shirt too, but the boy that stood in line behind me made fun of it, and I only wore it in the house afterward. Actually, maybe "style" never was a worry until near the end of 5th grade anyway.

I found a note from my first boyfriend and it was written in some gai azn wai dat I kan't B-leev I kuld even reed. I think I lost a chunk of my intelligence during that time. I was so stinking gasian in 8th grade. I hung out with asians that already started drinking, and doing little crimes. I threw my first egg at a house that halloween. I found a mix CD that a friend had burnt me, and it was asian rap, techno and k-pop. Ewww. Well, my dad moved us around a lot and it was really hard to be selective about friends when you went to 3 different middle schools in 2 years.

I still have some leotards in my closet from gymnastics. For high school, we moved again to a little podunk town where the only development was a Dairy Queen. Ironically, I was shunned from the asian group in high school. (Thank goodness, because they get drunk, fight, and shoot each other out there) High school was great. I made great friends that I still cherish and had the first boyfriend I don't regret.

I just untagged myself from various Facebook pictures from my first year in college. Too many frat parties, random apartments, late night outings, 6th street evidence, and toilet stops. That's what I've heard you're supposed to do as a Freshman. It was cool, fun, crazy, stupid. Alcohol was just a beverage. I remember every night, and didn't ever really get "shwasted." Just a floaty feeling, like when you're sick and on NyQuil. Kinda. It was another niche, another thing to do. It came with embarassing stories and gossipable drama.

Grow up: I hear that's what you're supposed to do eventually. We get bored a lot now, sit around, and be lame. Meh.