Pictures
I may attempt to implement one of those interesting gallery setups once I get enough pictures to warrant it, but for now, I have only a few things to offer. Click on the thumbnail for a larger image (will open in new window).
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All my rowdy friends on our self-proclaimed "Goth Day." This was either fall or winter 2002-2003, judging by the hairstyle, but I'm not quite sure which. I'm the fat dead chick on the farthest right, by the way. Students of ancient history may be interested to know that the chap in the Flying Circus t-shirt on the farthest left is Charles, my boyfriend at the time. Or maybe not -- that might be why we're at opposite ends. (I'll explain when you're older.) |
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My friend Kat and I in tableau. This photo cracks my shit up. I was never one to put the time and effort into goth-ness, but I had fun with that day. I was very invested in being scary back then -- it made me feel secure, and it gave me an excuse to handcuff good-looking redheads. |
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I'm blonde! That's my natural hair color, actually. The summer of 2003 I worked as a wardrobe assistant (read: actors' bitch) for a summer repertory theatre company. This photo is from a French-themed party that some of the cast members threw; I grabbed a scrap costume and threw together... whatever the hell you'd call this Moulin-Rouge-meets-Vegas nightmare. Yeah, I know it clashes with itself. And my legs clash with the rest of me -- but girl, dancer's tights make your legs look good. |
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Aw, a goat. Earth Day, 2004, when the campus environmental organization put on a petting zoo (read: "two goats, two chickens, and a bunch of people who brought their dogs"). I just now noticed how smug that goat looks. Not pictured: our college's president, in overalls and trucker hat, driving an oxcart for charity. (I'll get that up here someday.) |
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August 2004: Remember that fellow from the Goth Day picture who may or may not have been my boyfriend at the time? Well, look at that -- we figured it out. Here we are at his high school buddy's wedding, where he was a groomsman. Clean up well, don't we? Oh, and my hair does that naturally. Sometimes I feel like I should be wearing legwarmers and an off-the-shoulder denim jacket and dancing my way to freedom with that hair. |