Here's a cool pick taken of me... don't even ask how it happened.
Here's me and my friend Keri at the Stockton High School Spring Program 2000, looking oh so thrilled to be there. That's me on the left. And this is the epitomy of teenage angst.
And this is my freshman class pic. How mortifying.
Ooh, a mug shot. I'm just a good girl trapped in a bad girl's body. *wink*
Me as a child. Cute, no? Something happened.
My hair is blacker than night itself in this pic, therefore it blends in... my babely friend Jeff says I look like I want to bite someone. Perhaps a case of PMS?
Here's me with a pacifier in my mouth. Gotta love the blank "WTF!?" look on my face, eh? And what is the deal with this tank top? Everyone loves it. And that sucks, because one of my straps is broked.
And here I am sitting on the back of Angela's Blackmobile. Mind you, this pic was taken in mid-dusk, and I had green clothes on. My scanner is just really shitty with colors.
Oh no! The polaroids of my deepest darkest secret got online! Whatever shall I do? Oh yeah, the little bloody dude is my brother. Give him a big hand. Or a big ass whooping, like I did.
I personally happen to believe that last years class picture is way better than this one. God, I'm flabby. Hehehe... Cute, but chubby.