March 23, 2010

my life be like.

The beginning.

Year 0:
  • Bonnie names me.
  • Monogram established.
Year 1:
  • Still abnormally bald.
Year 2:
  • Pictured in the newspaper for no good reason besides my dad knowing a man who owned a camera.
  • Still bald, yet somehow wearing a bow.
Year 3:
  • White hair sprouts. Success.
Year 4:
  • I learn my birthday and spread the word.
  • I fall off the slide, but lie and say some harlot named Kristen did it because I am coerced by Bonnie and her cool friends.
  • I tell a boy named Jimmy that I am going to be his wife.
    Present day: Jimmy is in jail.
  • Want to be a cheerleader for the Panthers.
Year 5:
  • What up, kindergarten?
  • Reign over the Craft Center.
  • Make frenemy for K-12, Anna Carpenter.
  • In love with Drew Howell, rat tail and all.
  • Chicken out of getting my ears pierced.
    Oh hey, surprise. I'm five.
Year 6:
  • Joutfits galore.
  • Life of soccer begins. Thanks, Ed.
  • Make an official BFF.
  • Learn what BFF means.
Year 7:
  • Perfumed lotion makes me itch and no one believes me.
  • Confuse "hail" and "hell" and serve a sentence in Time Out because of the mix-up.
  • Drew Howell gets rid of the rat tail.
  • Fall in love all over again.
  • Bucket hats are my jam.
Year 8:
  • Finally get my ears pierced.
  • Get my first bloody nose at school.
  • Piano lessons begin.
  • Learn to give correct instructions on how to make a peanut butter sandwich. Thanks, Mrs. Bradley. You rock.
  • Do my own hair for soccer pictures Fall and Spring.
    Epic fail, twice.
Year 9:
  • Get da chub. Thanks, Chef Boyardee.
  • Brace face.
  • Have my first male teacher.
  • Win 1st place in the Math Team Competition for the county.
  • Win 1st place in the Individual Student Math Competition for the county.
  • Get a cool neon Math Team hat.
Year 10:
  • Change the words of Christina Aguilera's What a Girl Wants to a summary of Gilligan's Island. First legitimate group project. Success? Hardly.
  • Want to be a fashion designer.
    Make the AIM screen name to prove it.
  • Spice Girls. Enough said.
  • Learn every cuss word. Thanks, Casey.
  • Get 4th place in the Math Team Competition for the county. Fail.
Year 11:
  • 6th grade, ew.
  • Hair turns curly.
  • American Eagle plaid button down shirts, worn open.
  • Carry my first pocketbook in public.
  • Cheat on a math test.
  • Camp Caswell Talent Show:
    Dance to Geri Halliwell's new hit single. No joke.
Year 12:
  • Hold my first gerbil.
  • Become a thief of all things belonging to Bonnie.
  • Make a solar system of cookies. Delivered in pizza boxes.
  • Find out that people my age have sex. Possible?
  • Make Bonnie cry and leave her lying in kitchen floor.
    Still sorry about that, ps.
Year 13:
  • Own a straightener.
  • Print out Abercrombie and Fitch wish lists after school on the daily.
  • Lose braces.
  • Buy bottle cap belt. Bad idea.
  • Wear bottle cap belt. Worse idea.
Year 14:
  • Transfer schools.
  • Lose da chub and then some.
  • Transition from Right to Sweeper.
  • Wear make up for the first time.
  • Wear make up for the last time.
Year 15:
  • Learner's permit, word.
  • Look sickly.
  • Goodwill t-shirts take over my wardrobe.
  • Transfer again.
Year 16:
  • Appendix ruptures.
  • Hot bod gets gangrene, sexy.
  • Driver's license retrieval.
  • Total car. Woops.
  • Scare the mess out of everyone that knows me. Success.
Year 17:
  • Color my hair brown. Look gothic.
  • Abnormal obsession with golf and boys that play it.
  • Force everyone to listen to Cake.
  • Make Colt 45 the soccer team theme song.
  • She's the Man.
Year 18:
  • Overrated, yet so not.
Year 19:
  • Yo college.
  • Most legit birthday celebrations ever.
  • Fainting begins.
  • Courtney Fells is my baby daddy.
  • Make Bonnie love me and like me all at the same time.
  • Lose roommate, gain closet space.
  • Make purple.
Year 20:
  • Live with 40 girls. Bad idea.
  • Live with 3 girls. Better idea.
  • Make Anne's wildest dreams come true.
  • Insides blow up again - times about 72.
  • Get money. New money.

The end of the beginning of the end.