Toxic Dorito Fumes and the Cycle of Ugliness

Well, I'm pretty much sitting here reminiscing about... well, everything. I have Green Day playing on repeat- Jesus of Suburbia, Whatsername, and St. Jimmy, to name a few. I'm eating a whole bag of Nacho Cheese Doritos, because hey, I deserve it. My first official high school exam week is over, and I'm pretty sure I've ace 'em all. I got a 103 on my Geometry midterm, so I spent the whole day gloating and rewarding myself with various snacks. Doritos taste pretty good, but has anyone but me ever noticed that it physically hurts to inhale them? Well, not inhale them like drugs. I don't do that. But, just if you open the bag and breathe in the cheesy smell, it makes you choke! Or at least, it makes me choke. But, hey, I'm unusual in many ways. I'll just incapability to inhale Dorito fumes to the list.

Anyway, so, I have about 6 yearbooks sitting in front of me. And I'm not one of those sad, depressing, no-life, no-friends people who sit there and flip through photo albums and yearbooks to look at all the friends they used to have, or pretend that people in photos with them were there friends when really they were forced into that photograph by a teacher to make sad, friendless losers feel good about themselves. ANYWAY. I'm not that girl. I was just cleaning (I know, a first) out my loft, and I came across my stack of yearbooks. So I started flipping through them, and what do you know? I was a pretty cute kid! Well, up until about....7th grade. Or maybe 5th.

It has come to my attention that everyone used to be so ugly! I mean, seriously. We were all super-cute in like elementary school, and then, all of the sudden, we are all little creepy children. Ah! But then, we all got beautiful. (Most of us, haha.) I think it's a cycle. At first, you're a cute kid. Then you go through this really ugly phase. And then, you emerge. Or you better hope you emerge. Seriously, look through the yearbooks from like 6th, 7th grade. We all look like we're on hardcore drugs, possibly sleep deprived, horrible at putting on makeup, with little to no sense in fashion. But, look at us today! Pretty much every girl in our grade, heck, in our school, is absolutely gorgeous now!

And then, you look at the guys. I have a third grade yearbook sitting in front of me, and this is going to sound bad, but pretty much every guy looks the same today as they did then. Height-wise especially. (=

So, cuties and patooties, I encourage you all to look through yearbooks sometime! Read all the inside jokes scrawled on the inside covers, and then scan through every page to check for embarrassing photos of you. Because, guess what! Everyone has these things, and everyone can see that awful picture where you look like a homeless person. People say that every embarrassing thing goes away with time. People will stop laughing after a while. Photographs in yearbooks are the exception. In 25 years, I will look through my high school yearbook, and I will still be laughing my ass off at how stupid you look. =)

Aside from my adorable elementary cuteness, there are other things to reminisce about. For example, my HAIR! My long, luscious locks! The lion's mane! I miss it so much. It was a part of me... for so loooong. I know I got it cut a while ago, and I know people tell me I look better with short hair. But it was just... so wonderful. I'm so sad! Also, there's this super cute picture in the 8th grade yearbook of me lying down on the grass with me hands around my face, and my wrists are pointed straight at the camera... And... it's weird because I have no scars in the picture. And it just makes me wish I could be that way again. =( Well, half of me wishes my scars would disappear, but the other half thinks they are extremely awesome. Just another thing that makes me unusual. And pretty badass, if I do say so myself.

So, randomly the other day in Human Ecology, I stabbed my index finger with a pencil really hard (by accident), and it hurt. That sounds really stupid, but it's actually pretty amazing.... I didn't think that I had feeling in that finger, but it's started coming back- finally! I'm actually really excited. I've been working sooo hard at sensory re-education for a year. It's finally paying off. I am so thankful that my nerves are regenerating so quickly. They're nowhere near finished, but I'm getting there. It's faster than was predicted.

Well, that's about it, folks. I want to go skiing this weekend, but it's so cold! We'll see, I guess.

It's a 3-day weekend for me, so I predict it will be filled with sleeping and more Doritos.

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