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pictures.
of the choraliers concert.
and what the hell. MK just fucking ruined like, ALL of my shots. or all the ones she was in. which was all of the solo shots. what the fuck? does she have like, singing induced mild turrets syndrome? holy shit.
of the choraliers concert.
and what the hell. MK just fucking ruined like, ALL of my shots. or all the ones she was in. which was all of the solo shots. what the fuck? does she have like, singing induced mild turrets syndrome? holy shit.
High school survivor dazed by reunion
The funniest thing happened when I arrived at my high school class reunion, Saturday. Nervous as a long-tail cat in a room full of rocking chairs, I knocked on the door. When it opened I beheld a room full of faces I did not recognize. Now the last time I saw most of these folks they were wearing blue graduation gowns and wiping away tears as the strains of Alma Mater faded into the collective memory of 1963. Only one invitation to a reunion had arrived in my mailbox during the ensuing years, but a schedule conflict prevented me from going.
They made me try to guess who everyone was, but I couldn’t even identify me. My speech and drama teacher was mistaken for someone’s spouse. My English teacher told stories about me, but I could not recall ever being in her class. There were three Carolyns in the room, but I couldn’t guess a Carolyn. Yearbook photos to the rescue!
Under my arm were two yearbooks. I opened the one from my senior year and began trying to match names and faces. There were none, except of the teachers. Then one of the Carolyns gleefully announced that I was looking in the 1964 book. Duh, that’s when I graduated. Double duh. These folks all graduated in 1963. I never was any good at math.
It seems that the girl who invited me was in my class from elementary school through 10th grade and we remained friends until she graduated. After 10th grade, my family lived overseas for a year and when we returned I entered 11th grade while the rest of my class became seniors. They graduated in 1963, leaving me at the mercy of the class of ’64.
One of the Carolyns asked me if we had known each other.
“Not yet.”
Everone was so friendly and gracious and there were dozens of funny, and a few sad stories told. But even 24 hours later, I cannot for the life of me, connect the people who showed me such a wonderful time Saturday, with the years spent at that classic building that stands “on our city’s western border, reared against the sky.”
If high school had been half as much fun, maybe I’d have remembered more.
The funniest thing happened when I arrived at my high school class reunion, Saturday. Nervous as a long-tail cat in a room full of rocking chairs, I knocked on the door. When it opened I beheld a room full of faces I did not recognize. Now the last time I saw most of these folks they were wearing blue graduation gowns and wiping away tears as the strains of Alma Mater faded into the collective memory of 1963. Only one invitation to a reunion had arrived in my mailbox during the ensuing years, but a schedule conflict prevented me from going.
They made me try to guess who everyone was, but I couldn’t even identify me. My speech and drama teacher was mistaken for someone’s spouse. My English teacher told stories about me, but I could not recall ever being in her class. There were three Carolyns in the room, but I couldn’t guess a Carolyn. Yearbook photos to the rescue!
Under my arm were two yearbooks. I opened the one from my senior year and began trying to match names and faces. There were none, except of the teachers. Then one of the Carolyns gleefully announced that I was looking in the 1964 book. Duh, that’s when I graduated. Double duh. These folks all graduated in 1963. I never was any good at math.
It seems that the girl who invited me was in my class from elementary school through 10th grade and we remained friends until she graduated. After 10th grade, my family lived overseas for a year and when we returned I entered 11th grade while the rest of my class became seniors. They graduated in 1963, leaving me at the mercy of the class of ’64.
One of the Carolyns asked me if we had known each other.
“Not yet.”
Everone was so friendly and gracious and there were dozens of funny, and a few sad stories told. But even 24 hours later, I cannot for the life of me, connect the people who showed me such a wonderful time Saturday, with the years spent at that classic building that stands “on our city’s western border, reared against the sky.”
If high school had been half as much fun, maybe I’d have remembered more.
ahh, that time of year
Today the yearbooks were distributed, and it came with mixed emotions. I wont be returning to my school for my senior year because a new high school will open closer to my house. Signing year books today, god, i did really well, i wrote moderately long entries one or 2 ancedotes have a great summer ya know the usual, audreys was a challenge because i didnt want it to be too personal but i didnt want it to be eensy weensy either. she signed mine in 2 seconds flat "Lauren is GAY, but its ok because you play rugby, i cant wait for fall season and you freaking out about your hair, with meager amounts of love, audrey" mine was like a page long in her book. and sam i wrote like a page in hers aswell, what did i get "hey lady hope you have a great summer, nothing else to say, sam" like the people that really should have wrote something special didnt. it made me a little sad, in 50 years im going to look back and i dont know i would like something else to be there besides well the eensy weensy comments. audreys was cute i though but still, i dont know. i shouldnt freak out about this though.
Yearbook...wtf....
Well, Dejiko got her yearbook today. It sucks ass! X3
Seriously though, the yearbook was done horribly. Some pictures looked retarded. Some of them looked so streched out, they looked like nothing but pixels. Poor cristina was one of the victims of the pixel looking picture. =/
If I new that the yearbook would look THIS bad, I would have made it my buisness to join the yearbook staff. I could have done something better than this $30 piece of shit.
My senior picture looks dumb. I know I have an acne problem, but damn, it looks as if they ADDED more acne in my picture to fuck with me. >=(
kirakoda's picture looks the best. And I'm not saying that cause shes my best friend. She actually looks very pretty. And yet again, the people mess up. Kira asked for a quote under her picture. (8th graders can write quotes and submit them to the staff.) She handed the paper in on time and the quote wasn;t all that bad. It wasn't bad at all. And they "forget" to put it. Retards.
Oh, and don't get me started on that cover. There was a contest that had studednt design the yearbook cover and kirakoda entered. Her cover was awesome and she lost. Some crackhead biznitch who can't draw stick figures without making them look stupid won. Her cover was a piece of shit that I could have done in five minutes. Man, I wish I had a scanner. Then I could have made my own drawing and edited it on photoshop. I'm pretty good at that.
I'm drawing faces on the people I don't like. My mom finally gave me permission. I'm gonna have so much fun, my sharpie is gonna run out. X3
I can go on FOREVER on how much I hate my senior yearbook, but I'm lazy.
Until next time, losers! =)
The day after.
Canoing yesterday was SO MUCH FUN! We're doing it again next week, only at Mar's pond, and the week after, only we're starting from Rathbone. Canoing from my house to Addison was... murderous. I can barely move, my shoulders hurt so bad, and I've got one hell of a sunburn. I am toasted.
We tipped the boat once and I ended up losing a lens cap, a cheap camera, a water bottle, and my flip-flop (FLOPPY!), but I kept the T-50 dry. I am awesome. I hope the pictures we took turn out. Mar and I even got pictures of us next to the tipped over canoe. :P I almost lost my pants downstream, though... how it went was Mar was on land holding onto the boat, and I was flopping in the river holding onto the boat because I had some serious drag.
However, I did get a new pair of flip-flops out of that deal. XD We didn't have to portage very much, thank the Goddess, but once we got the canoe stuck in this mound of gravel and we could not move it at all, so we took a break on land. :P It was definitely fun, but I think we're bringing Craig with us in two weeks. He loves to canoe and he's buff, so yay!
About three quaters of the way to Addison, Mar and I were pretty beat, so whenever we hit a straight stretch of river, we pulled in our paddles and laid down in the canoe, just floating.
It was a blast.
In any event, I have more pictures. I think I'm self-obsessed.
Someone took this of me in the guidance office. I don't even know who... hell, I don't remember it ever being taken. o.O As you can see from the door behind me, Mrs. Thomas (my guidance counselor) is very random. She likes to plaster random things all over her office. She's pretty spifty in the way of guidance counselors. X)
Me again. My friend Steph Sherwood, who's in yearbook, caught me in the hall after I'd just gotten my Alice In Wonderland script. She told me to pose, so I did. I looked like a total tard, though... XP
Me acting way back in February. Rach Hassler got a hold of my digital camera, which I brought to practice for some reason, and started getting pictures of everyone. Again, I look sofa king we tall did.
Now, onward to other people/things!
Picture I took on a moving bus. We were coming back from bowling (I was in bowling club) in mid-March and, again, I had my digital. Couldn't resist this great photo op.
WOOT! VONA! He's our drama techie and he does all our blocking. Basically, he runs everything during drama season. He used to be our band teacher but the admins made him transfer. ~X( He also taught band to us in elementary school he's been around for a while. :P We lurve him and miss him.
Matt, our resident terrorist. XD His dad was Laotion, so he's also our resident Asian.
Carridor (Carrie) doing her Duchess scene with her piglet wrapped in a blanket. It was so great to watch her act in that scene... she would outright scream at the piglet. X)
Andy, resident hippie. Kid's all about pacifism but when he gets pissed, it is SCARY. He's a great guy, though... absolutely brilliant and he can make anyone laugh. Taken in lunch while he was mocking a fight between Rach and Craig.
Craig being... well, himself. :D If you knew him, you'd understand. Craig's special. ;) He's always ready to have fun.
A really weird picture of Hassler. This is her I'm-fighting-with-Craig-for-the-hell-of-it face. XD I lurve Rach.
Aubrey at prom '06. I did lurve her dress... so frilly. :P Carridor did her hair.
Chris and Tracy at prom. Chris, of course, got the most unique suit of anyone.
Jeremy and Crystal at Red Lobster before prom.
All right, I want opinions: if Matt was meatier, would he not look like Odd Job from James Bond? *snicker* Photogenic little bastard.
Mar and Matt. AREN'T THEY CUTE?!?!
Sam at Mar's house before prom. I was snapping random photos with my disposable.
Kandice and I at prom. I really like that picture.
Carridor at prom! I lurve her hair. XP
Cassie!!!!!!! Cassie came back for prom with Eric. YAY CASSIE!
Sam Eklund at prom. She reminded me of a fairy princess... it was pretty righteous, her dress and everything. Her mum had gotten married earlier that day so she killed two bird with one stone. :P
And that's it. Enjoy, fuckers. ;)
Random song quote: "Please leave all overcoats, canes, and tophats with the doorman."
--Shadowmaster
We tipped the boat once and I ended up losing a lens cap, a cheap camera, a water bottle, and my flip-flop (FLOPPY!), but I kept the T-50 dry. I am awesome. I hope the pictures we took turn out. Mar and I even got pictures of us next to the tipped over canoe. :P I almost lost my pants downstream, though... how it went was Mar was on land holding onto the boat, and I was flopping in the river holding onto the boat because I had some serious drag.
However, I did get a new pair of flip-flops out of that deal. XD We didn't have to portage very much, thank the Goddess, but once we got the canoe stuck in this mound of gravel and we could not move it at all, so we took a break on land. :P It was definitely fun, but I think we're bringing Craig with us in two weeks. He loves to canoe and he's buff, so yay!
About three quaters of the way to Addison, Mar and I were pretty beat, so whenever we hit a straight stretch of river, we pulled in our paddles and laid down in the canoe, just floating.
It was a blast.
In any event, I have more pictures. I think I'm self-obsessed.
Someone took this of me in the guidance office. I don't even know who... hell, I don't remember it ever being taken. o.O As you can see from the door behind me, Mrs. Thomas (my guidance counselor) is very random. She likes to plaster random things all over her office. She's pretty spifty in the way of guidance counselors. X)
Me again. My friend Steph Sherwood, who's in yearbook, caught me in the hall after I'd just gotten my Alice In Wonderland script. She told me to pose, so I did. I looked like a total tard, though... XP
Me acting way back in February. Rach Hassler got a hold of my digital camera, which I brought to practice for some reason, and started getting pictures of everyone. Again, I look sofa king we tall did.
Now, onward to other people/things!
Picture I took on a moving bus. We were coming back from bowling (I was in bowling club) in mid-March and, again, I had my digital. Couldn't resist this great photo op.
WOOT! VONA! He's our drama techie and he does all our blocking. Basically, he runs everything during drama season. He used to be our band teacher but the admins made him transfer. ~X( He also taught band to us in elementary school he's been around for a while. :P We lurve him and miss him.
Matt, our resident terrorist. XD His dad was Laotion, so he's also our resident Asian.
Carridor (Carrie) doing her Duchess scene with her piglet wrapped in a blanket. It was so great to watch her act in that scene... she would outright scream at the piglet. X)
Andy, resident hippie. Kid's all about pacifism but when he gets pissed, it is SCARY. He's a great guy, though... absolutely brilliant and he can make anyone laugh. Taken in lunch while he was mocking a fight between Rach and Craig.
Craig being... well, himself. :D If you knew him, you'd understand. Craig's special. ;) He's always ready to have fun.
A really weird picture of Hassler. This is her I'm-fighting-with-Craig-for-the-hell-of-it face. XD I lurve Rach.
Aubrey at prom '06. I did lurve her dress... so frilly. :P Carridor did her hair.
Chris and Tracy at prom. Chris, of course, got the most unique suit of anyone.
Jeremy and Crystal at Red Lobster before prom.
All right, I want opinions: if Matt was meatier, would he not look like Odd Job from James Bond? *snicker* Photogenic little bastard.
Mar and Matt. AREN'T THEY CUTE?!?!
Sam at Mar's house before prom. I was snapping random photos with my disposable.
Kandice and I at prom. I really like that picture.
Carridor at prom! I lurve her hair. XP
Cassie!!!!!!! Cassie came back for prom with Eric. YAY CASSIE!
Sam Eklund at prom. She reminded me of a fairy princess... it was pretty righteous, her dress and everything. Her mum had gotten married earlier that day so she killed two bird with one stone. :P
And that's it. Enjoy, fuckers. ;)
Random song quote: "Please leave all overcoats, canes, and tophats with the doorman."
--Shadowmaster
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