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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A Look Back
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 [...]
More from Memory Lane…
… Or Embarrassment Boulevard. (Depends on which direction you’re coming from.)
This was me circa 5th grade, with my dog, Samson.
My hair is naturally straight, but I was set on getting a perm. When my hairdresser asked me what kind of curls I wanted, I said I wanted to look like Mariah Carey, a la [...]
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.
Glory Days, in the Wink of a Hoosier’s Eye
I’ve been tailgating like it’s my job lately. And by that, I mean I’ve been down there twice. But still. It’s a day-long event, so it tends to feel like three or four parties thrown into one blurry afternoon.
Here’s Heather, Jess, and I during the festivities last Saturday…
IU Homecoming 2007:
And just for fun, Heather, Jess, [...]
This post is campy.
When my friend Erika tagged a picture of me on Facebook, who would have known it would have been this?!
This is from summer camp back in…’90? ‘91? . I can’t remember which camp this was, but it was either
a) Girl Scout Camp
or
b) Camp Optimist
…neither of which are racking up the cool points. I can’t believe [...]
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 [...]
drunk and wearing flip-flops on fifth avenue
Me, Jody, and Rufus.
One year, three months, three weeks, and two days ago, Jody and I saw Rufus Wainwright in Ann Arbor. We fucking MET him. Here is the proof, taken on a disposable camera and scanned with my cheap-ass scanner which I got on discount for fifteen bucks.
Rufus Wainwright is one of the [...]
