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fuck it, its picture and story time. because i'm procrastinating a paper BIGTIME.
this is my baby mirah. i love her a lot. unfortunately, i couldn't get any better photos of her, as my camera blows. mmhm.
annnnd mirah again.
this is my ray ray laughing. the sound of her laugh makes me happier than um.. when people give me cupcakes. which is pretty damn happy.
this is christine, who is one of the funniest/ most random people ever, but i love her. and she stole a chicken finger for rachel tonight, which is beyond awesome. and she's like permanently stoned.
aww rachel is so purdy. i love her <3
and for some history//transition...
um. me and veena, from approximately mid-august. note the beautiful dark hair, which then, was still short. my bangs were clipped back because i had just gotten out of the shower. veena was leaving the next day, and everyone had just gone to carvel for ice cream. veena decided she didn't want it anymore, so she let me have it. i only ate it because it was vanilla with chocolate crunchies.. and if you really know me, then you know how special that is to me. bonus points if you're not jarah and you know the meaning behind that. molly and i wore the exact same sweatshirt that night, which was pretty blake, but we hadn't planned it at all. we drove the celica to veena's house. god, i miss that car. i still had plugs back then, but i was only at 4g. i didn't have any makeup on, at all. my nose ring was this huge obnoxious diamond, because i was always paranoid people couldn't see it. i'm sure my close friends remember allll the visits to utopia in search of jewelery, like the time when molly took money out of the atm just so i could buy more. jarah says she likes this picture because you can see part of my tattoo. i'm wearing the necklace that jarah and i hunted for a year to find. veena is smiling her enormous, beautiful smile, wearing a typical outfit for her. i miss her house and everything that was a part of it. it's scary that none of that will exist anymore; i mean, i'm sure we'll do those cheesy reunion things every once in a while with our whole group of friends, and most of us have stayed in touch in some form or another, but it wont ever be like it was for that one summer. and i'm glad to have had people like that and memories like those at some point in my life or another. because no matter how fleeting, people will leave their mark on you. and oh, how i miss veena. how i miss jarah. how i miss so many people i don't want to bother listing, because they know who they are, and they know i care because i go the extra mile for them. and sommmme little children who are still in high school are disappointing me, as their efforts don't exist. thanks.
for good measure,
taken the day after i went blonde. if i had a picture of the red, i'd share. but its amazing how people can change so much in so little time. i feel, inside, like a completely different person. i can't exactly say i've matured, because i think i was pretty up there to begin with. much more comfortable in my own skin. people see me at my best and worst here. most times, i'm in sweatpants or pajamas, which isn't a huge deviation from home. i like to dress up. i think part of growing up is realizing what you're becoming, and in my case, the butterfly is coming out of the coccoon and likes to wear skirts and put on make up and fix her hair. it's not a bad thing in moderation, it's not a bad thing because it isn't high school and it isn't consuming and it isn't in the name of vanity. of course everyone has their lows, but for the most part, i'm really comfortable with who i am, inside and out. i'm really proud of how i treat people, and how i let relationships unfold with people. i'm proud of my self control in some situations, despite whatever desires i may have.
i don't know where this is going, but its already too long, and i've written too much on here tonight.
i have so much more poetry to write. i'm rolling.
i told a boy tonight that i wanted to make out while i was high. fuck. now i'm beyond embarrassed. damn me for opening my big mouth.
i miss ari, and he's been gone for a day. but he's honestly one of the nicest boys i've met here.
um. so done. sorry. if you read all of that, i'll bake you cookies. or something better. you name it.
this is my baby mirah. i love her a lot. unfortunately, i couldn't get any better photos of her, as my camera blows. mmhm.
annnnd mirah again.
this is my ray ray laughing. the sound of her laugh makes me happier than um.. when people give me cupcakes. which is pretty damn happy.
this is christine, who is one of the funniest/ most random people ever, but i love her. and she stole a chicken finger for rachel tonight, which is beyond awesome. and she's like permanently stoned.
aww rachel is so purdy. i love her <3
and for some history//transition...
um. me and veena, from approximately mid-august. note the beautiful dark hair, which then, was still short. my bangs were clipped back because i had just gotten out of the shower. veena was leaving the next day, and everyone had just gone to carvel for ice cream. veena decided she didn't want it anymore, so she let me have it. i only ate it because it was vanilla with chocolate crunchies.. and if you really know me, then you know how special that is to me. bonus points if you're not jarah and you know the meaning behind that. molly and i wore the exact same sweatshirt that night, which was pretty blake, but we hadn't planned it at all. we drove the celica to veena's house. god, i miss that car. i still had plugs back then, but i was only at 4g. i didn't have any makeup on, at all. my nose ring was this huge obnoxious diamond, because i was always paranoid people couldn't see it. i'm sure my close friends remember allll the visits to utopia in search of jewelery, like the time when molly took money out of the atm just so i could buy more. jarah says she likes this picture because you can see part of my tattoo. i'm wearing the necklace that jarah and i hunted for a year to find. veena is smiling her enormous, beautiful smile, wearing a typical outfit for her. i miss her house and everything that was a part of it. it's scary that none of that will exist anymore; i mean, i'm sure we'll do those cheesy reunion things every once in a while with our whole group of friends, and most of us have stayed in touch in some form or another, but it wont ever be like it was for that one summer. and i'm glad to have had people like that and memories like those at some point in my life or another. because no matter how fleeting, people will leave their mark on you. and oh, how i miss veena. how i miss jarah. how i miss so many people i don't want to bother listing, because they know who they are, and they know i care because i go the extra mile for them. and sommmme little children who are still in high school are disappointing me, as their efforts don't exist. thanks.
for good measure,
taken the day after i went blonde. if i had a picture of the red, i'd share. but its amazing how people can change so much in so little time. i feel, inside, like a completely different person. i can't exactly say i've matured, because i think i was pretty up there to begin with. much more comfortable in my own skin. people see me at my best and worst here. most times, i'm in sweatpants or pajamas, which isn't a huge deviation from home. i like to dress up. i think part of growing up is realizing what you're becoming, and in my case, the butterfly is coming out of the coccoon and likes to wear skirts and put on make up and fix her hair. it's not a bad thing in moderation, it's not a bad thing because it isn't high school and it isn't consuming and it isn't in the name of vanity. of course everyone has their lows, but for the most part, i'm really comfortable with who i am, inside and out. i'm really proud of how i treat people, and how i let relationships unfold with people. i'm proud of my self control in some situations, despite whatever desires i may have.
i don't know where this is going, but its already too long, and i've written too much on here tonight.
i have so much more poetry to write. i'm rolling.
i told a boy tonight that i wanted to make out while i was high. fuck. now i'm beyond embarrassed. damn me for opening my big mouth.
i miss ari, and he's been gone for a day. but he's honestly one of the nicest boys i've met here.
um. so done. sorry. if you read all of that, i'll bake you cookies. or something better. you name it.