In my girlish days

It’s only 8:30 p.m. and I am exhausted. I should be getting through my students’ final project proposals, but I can’t focus. I just want to crawl into bed and stay there for a day or so. I have no explanation for this. I used to be able to stay up very late.

Actually, I probably do have an explanation. I’m on the wrong end of 20 for late nights and debauchery (or late nights spent working on school stuff, in this case). I am trying not to envy my younger self, so here’s big me picking on little me (specifically, 17-year-old me).

There is so much wrong here.

1. Look at that hair. Why didn’t my mom make me comb it before I left the house?

2. That’s not all that’s wrong with that hair. Holy roots.

3. That shirt makes me look like Gilligan. I had others like it.

4. I couldn’t drink.

5. I couldn’t vote!

6. Sometimes I was mistaken for a little boy.

7. Crap bands like 3 Doors Down and Creed were huge during this time.

8. I was afraid of the cool kids.

9. I misclassified who was cool and who was uncool.

10. I am 98 percent certain that when this picture was taken, I was wearing underwear with glow-in-the-dark spaceships printed on them.

OK, big me feels a little better.

About Carrie

Writer by day, writer by night. Urban farmer/dog mama/baby mama/bicycle enthusiast/oenophile the rest of the time.
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3 Responses to In my girlish days

  1. Jamie Stark says:

    I think we had the same underwear o.O

    • Carrie says:

      Were they from Alloy? I am pretty sure that is where I got mine. Two pairs had stars, one had little martians and saucers, one had planets and one had rockets. I also had some from Target. Gosh, a lot of my underwear glowed in the dark.

  2. Pigeon Heart says:

    Aw, come on. You were cute!!

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