This summer has collided my scrapbook project and sister's wedding photo collage into one. Jezues, who knew I had so many fucking photographs from baby party stage to present baby prevention party stage. The assortment of bright pants (usually me 98% of the time), middle f-you fingers, and the idea of being unstoppable as a group made me go "aww". There were a couple of "whoa, whatever happened to that person", but it was still crazy how many old school photos I have. I may be the only person in my group of friends who has remained paparazzi crazy.
And with that, I bring you (or hope to bring you), many more blasts from the pasts continuously throughout the summer and future present. Might as well share, what I care to share.
This photo was taken during May, most likely, near the end of my 7th grade year. Josh, who is still in my life but not nearly enough, loved to make fun of me and my boyfriend Eddie at the time. He would continuously tell me that he smelled and was a retard and gay. I ignored his silly pre-teen comments, well, because I was so "in love" with Eddy and everything/anything Josh said didn't matter because of the state of mind my body was in. Literally, I could not think unless it came out in the shape of hearts surrounding the name Eddie. The girl to my left was my best friend, Sheila. I didn't know shit about boys, so she was my go to girl and she also told me that Eddie was an idiot. Totally didn't listen to anyone at this age either. She introduced me to lipgloss, baking, and how to dance reggae. Our late night conversations involved Will Smith and how our first time will be super perfect and not hurt at all.
Eddie, came out of the bi-closet near the end of high school. Sheila and me lost touch after I moved to NJ for a six month stint during the 8th grade. We will probably run into each other on the train one day reconnecting where we left off. And Josh, well he stills makes fun of me.