Amusing

Congratulations Laura. You're picture is just so amazing that I've decided to post it. Everytime I see this picture I just chuckle. Too funny, too funny.

I came across an epiphany today: noses are really weird. Gaze at it 1 inch away from a mirror and you'll begin to see what I'm talking about. All of that cartilage feels odd as well.

Which One?

Picture 1

Or...

Picture 2

Senior Pictures

So, the past week I have been arguing with my mother about senior pictures. She believes that we should spend $300-$1000 on a photographer. Kevin and I beg to differ.

Props to Kevin for being an amazing photographer. Everytime I look at his blog, a spark of jealously comes to me. I'm lucky enough to have help me. I'm also lucky because he hasn't gotten frustrated with me yet.

Thanks Kevin!

Story:

(Scene takes place at a cash register in Target. Travis is buying some hats for his senior pictures. He approaches as the cashier, a 60-year old asian women, beckons him).

Travis: Hi there.
Cashier: Hi there. How are yu?
Travis: Great, how are you?
Cashier: Guud.
(pause)
Cashier : /giggles
Travis: Heh, what?
Cashier: Yu tall yung man.
Travis: Well, thank you! That's kind of ya.
Cashier: I wuld marry yu if yu not so yung.
Travis: Oh wow...heh. Thanks? *feels awkward*
Cashier: Me old grandma. Yu yung son.
Travis: Yes yes....well, thank you.
Cashier: Have a guud day sir!
Travis: you too! *walks away wondering what happened*

The Formidable Peculiarity

Recently, I've been hit with an idea: I've grown up so much, yet I haven't at the same time. I'm officially a senior and I'm soon enough going to hit the big 18; I'm about to be an adult legally. When I look back where I came from - a kid who would cry in a corner during kindergarten - to where I am today, I find myself thinking, "My gosh, I've changed so much."

Growing up as a kid I could be summed up in one word- insecure. I would do everything socially acceptable because, well...I wanted to be accepted. I was trying to be a this "cool kid" thinking that would satisfy me; I wasn't ever myself. For instance, I remember in Middle School I would gossip (horribly I might add) about friends of mine just for the sake of bringing myself up a figurative social ladder. Honestly, what was I thinking?

As life progressed, I moved into High School and the low self-asteem child transitioned into a senior who is the Student Council President? Wait, what? How did this happen? It seems just like yesterday when I was in Biology frsehman year and apprehensive about saying "Hi" to Vanessa. Now, I'm going to Oxford and introducing myself confidently to 80 other kids I do not even know. I just don't understand what happened. When did I change? Or did I ever change?- That's a thought.