I feel like I'm missing a blog post.. I'm probably not, but I'm going to do this one anyway.
Do you ever stop and look back and yourself and see how much you've changed?
I was thinking about this today, because I had been talking with someone I used to be best friends with in grade seven but haven't really talked to since then, and she told me how much she loved the fact that in those five years, I haven't changed at all.
When she said that, I kind of laughed, because I feel like I'm such a drastically different person, but really, I am pretty much the same.
So, here is me through the years IN PICTURES. Laugh away.
Grade Seven
Oh, grade seven. This was the year I'd moved to Ontario, and I hated it and everything else pretty much. Please excuse the sweater. I had a weird thing about my arms, and would never wear short sleeve shirts. Actually, I still do that now that I think about it. Weird. But still no excuse for that terrible sweater, which I'm actually 90% sure I still have... Avril Lavigne and Ashlee Simpson were my idols, and I would play them on my awesome little walkman CD player thing all the time (I was too pov for an iPod back in the day). FUN FACT: I was actually smart in grade seven. I was in the advanced math class and got really good grades. P.s. I was practicing for Forest Glen Idol in this picture.. Anyone else remember the embarrassment of this forced contest?
Grade Eight
Ha. Look at that ear. Only one earring. Oh, how things have changed. Also, if you direct your attention to the right, you will find that I discovered eyeliner and became a pirate. No big deal or anything. This was the year that my intelligence bottomed out and I realized I wasn't really that smart. This was also the year I started getting into the whole piercing thing, by getting my second holes in my lobe pierced. Oh, and hair dye. For the majority of grade eight I had blue and red hair. The blue was more of a black blue, but it still looked pretty dumb and I'm not sure why I did it. I also cut all my hair off and pretty much had a boy haircut. There will be no pictures of that hair do.
Grade Nine Apparently, I was possessed by the devil this year. Also not a big deal. I was one of those obnoxious, loud grade nines that was always in the way. If I were to meet my grade nine self, I would probably punch her in the face for being so annoying. I didn't have much of a social life that year since all my friends lived in either New Hamburg or Drumbo while I lived in the booming metropolis that is Bright... I also got my first iPod, which I filled with only the most depressing music (i.e. Hawthorne Heights) that I can't even listen to now because it makes me want to kill myself. I got my first none ear piercing this year, my tongue, and went to my first local concert. I was unaware at the time that both of those activities were rather addictive. Hahaha oh god, I just remembered something about grade nine. I used to get people to pierce the top of my ear with safety pins outside between classes. I remember one time, I held a iced cap to my ear to freeze it beforehand.. I was dumb.
Grade Ten
Oh deary me. This was when I went all out on my hair, and had it a different colour every two to three weeks. I had moved into New Hamburg at this point, and was much less of a loner. As you can see, I was obviously still loving my iPod, and had pink-ish hair. Ever look back and ask yourself what the hell was I thinking when I put this outfit together? I'm going through that right now, because I know for a fact that I stole that shirt from my cousin Kevin, I'm probably wearing skinny jeans, because this was at a time where I hated my legs more then my arms and never wore shorts, and flip flops. I went to Cuba and wore jeans. I was retarded. Back to the outfit. Why the hell am I wearing a crown? Fun Fact: I'm trying to think of what piercings I got this year, and I really don't know.. I'm pretty sure I got an industrial, my belly button, and two nose.
Grade Eleven
Well, at least that year I became less of an emo kid. Unfortunatly, I became a giant sloth and didn't really care about anything. That year I got my conch (PART OF MY EAR!) pierced, my horizontal eyebrow, which rejected and it was sad, my vertical lobe, my lip twice, and two more nose. Now that I'm doing this post, I'm beginning to realize I never really do anything important or worth talking about... Dang. I'm also pretty sure this was the year that I convinced my parents it was utterly useless to keep worrying about me, and I pretty much just did whatever. OH, at the end of grade eleven I went to get my hair done, and they were supposed to dye it red, like how I have it now, but instead the chick thought it would be fun to dye my entire head bright red with two light pink streaks at the front. It was actually kind of cool for about a day. If you didn't pay attention to the fact that my hair would legit break if I tried to brush it. Then it turned orange, and I had to get it dyed black because she murdered my hair dying it that colour.
And currently
This is me and my mom. Evidently, I'm awesome. Again, I haven't really accomplished anything this year... Yet. I did get my medusa pierced though, that was kind of cool. Still going to concerts. Still rocking out, loving life.
And in five years, I'll make fun of who I am now.
Side note: The formatting on this post is terrible. I am entirely too lazy to fix it, so deal with it.
