Last Saturday afternoon, I was sitting in my stylist’s chair, getting my red revamped. (Oh. I get asked about who does my hair quite often. It’s Beau, at the Snapdragon Salon near Broad Ripple. He is a dream-maker and heartbreaker.)
Next to me was a girl who was getting her hair done for prom. I couldn’t [...]
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Tag Archives: high school
A Look Back
A Pie Chart Summary
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Lockerbie Pub. My favorite bar in the entire world. Largely because I frequently gather there with my favorite people. Moreover, it is the quinessential, no-frills, no-bros kind of establishment. The jukebox is kickin’, the drinks are strong, and the conversation is stellar. Love love love.
TWO!
Jeff at Lockerbie Pub. Speaking of love, [...]
Adventures in Britpop
My experience with music in the nineties was, like many, shrouded in the flannel of grunge rock. I dug Pearl Jam and Soundgarden; I did not like Nirvana. (The press criticized the band Bush for borrowing too much from Nirvana. I had set plans on marrying Gavin Rossdale, so I defended him against such claims [...]
Jenny with a Y
All the pictures you’ve been seeing have been from this scrapbook that I made for a developmental psychology class my senior year of high school. The same scrapbook that predicted me getting married in June of 2007.
I scanned the rubric for the assignment and saw that I got 110% on it. I’m certain [...]
Dancin’ queen, young and sweet, only…twenty-fo– dammit.
This entry was going to be about how cool I was to take some master classes from Mia Michaels, of So You Think You Can Dance fame. Then I couldn’t find any impressive dance pictures, only embarrassing ones. I’m much better at self-deprecation, so. There you go.
Although you might not guess it from my contant [...]
Tag, You’re Old.
Have you checked out some of my “tagged” pictures on a certain social networking site?
Oh. There are some gems.
Fort Lauderdale. Spring Break 2003. The US had just gone to war with Iraq. We don’t look too concerned.
Panama City. Spring Break 2001. Blondie McBlonderson.
Puttin’ on the Ritz
I downed a Sparks a few hours ago, which means that I have the only the slightest of buzzes and will be awake until the crack of dawn. Good one. I just finished watching Without Limits, a biopic about runner Steve PreFontaine, starring Billy Crudup. Billy’s chiseled jaw and promising shirtlessness was what initially [...]
Rusty Blog Skills…
I need more boy friends.
Note the space.
In high school, I had my bros, and I had my hos. The bros were an integral part of keeping [most of] my sanity throughout those formative years. Don’t get me wrong, there is nothing like the company of women, the comraderie, the ya-ya sisterhood and all that. I just [...]
Vic-to-ry for R.H.S….
Walking Taco
2 oz Frito corn chips, crushed in bottom of bag
Put the following ingredients in:
1/3 cup prepared chili
1/4 cup shredded cheese
1/4 cup shredded lettuce
1 tbsp sour cream
Mix.
Eat with fork.
I had a craving for this earlier today and nothing else would suffice. They used to serve this at my high school’s Friday night football games and [...]
I’ve got four months and ten days.
My friend Toby has the theory that all cute babies turn into ugly adults.
But seriously, look at this bumpkin!
(Some people say I am photogenic. I say that I was the subject of my dad’s portrait hobby from the day I could feasibly sit up on my own.)
Anyway. This photograph came from a mini-scrapbook of sorts that I took with [...]
Weak Sauce
Sometimes, I mentally play matchmaker with Old Friends (from 1983-2005) and New Friends (from 2005-Present). I was looking at my Old Friend Amber’s myspace page and discovered that her song was Ingrid Michaelson, who (if I remember correctly, as I was quite buzzed and was sure I’d forget) was the same random indie artist my New Friend Toby recommended [...]
Tattoo You
I have one tattoo. It’s a small, blue star on my right hip that I got when my friend Abby passed away when I was sixteen. My friends who went through the experience all got the same design in various locations.
Note that I said I was sixteen when I got the tattoo. At the time, [...]
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I’m purging my apartment so as to have to move as little as possible to Damon’s. For some reason, I have in my posession a Beatles calendar from August 1997-December 1998. A high school freshman, I had just turned fourteen. Here’s what I learned about myself from that time…
What I Did
– Marching band practice, home [...]
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According to my mother, my very first high school boyfriend called my house earlier last week. She explained to him that I lived in Bloomington now, and gave him a number to reach me.
I was curious as to why he called – but not as curious as Mom! Everytime I expressed any kind of interest in his [...]
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In the four and a half years that I haven’t permanently lived in Michigan, I’ve found that the urgency to go home grows less and less severe over time.
But then there are certain times that I really wish I was home.
Like when I couldn’t remember how “Sit Down, You’re Rockin’ the Boat” goes.
I was *this* close [...]
