This is an old picture of me--my junior high school prom. Rather than going with a date, I chose to go with my girlfriends. We wuz lookin' HOT! HOT! HOT!

If you click on yearbook pic, you'll see me with an afro. Yep, that's an afro alright. For some odd reason I thought that getting a perm would make me look prettier. BIG MISTAKE!!! So, that's why in my yearbook I have a fro even when I had my hair pulled back in a ponytail.

There's nothing much to say about the senior pic since the afro's already been explained. The camera man was trying to tell me--"Seduce me, baby." And being the innocent girl that I was, I gave him my most seductive smile (which was quite unsuccessful) and I put on a Russian beret that was twice as large as my head . . . or my fro.

These are my senior high school prom pictures. My date was a good friend, Michael Gander. Isn't he cute? He's also nice. Anyway, that was a memorable night--again because of my hair which my friends kindly pointed out afterwards as afro-like. DAMN, when will I learn my lesson? These are my only four good pictures from that night. The rest are scary--good golly, the fro's either too big, I smiled crooked, or I looked burnt. (I decided that for that night I wanted to look tanned, forgetting the fact that I was ALREADY tanned--so, I went to the tanning bed (ouch!), used fake tanning stuff (yuck!), and wore dark, dark make-up. Don't ask me why I do insane shit! But, boy did I look burnt. And to make it even worse I thought I was lookin' good (ha ha).

Me and Shawna Steele, parading our beautiful selves like women of the night in Myrtle Beach. It was fun until some ugly weirdo tried to offer us $500 for the night! The idea! How utterly humiliating! I was so insulted. Now, if he'd added three zeroes at the end of 500. . . ^^

I titled that picture as "Hated Pic" because I really hated that picture... until my roomate Amanda Adams put it up in her webpage. After that, a bunch, and I mean a bunch, of lonely (probably old) men kept e-mailing and IM-ing her about it, asking questions about me and whether or not they can talk to me. It was quite a compliment. So I stopped hating the picture. And guess who started hating it?--That's right. Amanda herself. She made the picture extremely small. Of course, that didn't stop the weirdos, so she finally took it off her page.

This is a pic of me and Chad D'Amore. Isn't that just a lovely last name? I swear I'm gonna marry him for his name. Anyway, this pic was taken before Chad cruelly killed my plant "Crotus". The horror!!! I naively welcomed him into my room, only to be repaid by him knocking the single last leaf off Crotus!!! Crotus was already struggling for his survival! Ah, but I forgave him since he held a funeral for the late "Crotus" and later on offered to beat up my skanky ex.

Alright, alright--stop saying I was an angel. Well, okay, I looked like one but that wasn't my intention. Have you not seen the new version of Romeo and Juliet--with Claire Danes and Leo DiCRAPio?

Our church held a Summer vacation Bible school and they retold the story of the baby Joseph. To help out, I had to dress up as the "Egyptian Princess". It was truly a PAINFUL ordeal. The kids couldn't get enough of me!!! They practically MUGGED me!!! They touched me to see if I was real. Touched me!!! Touched me!!!! Ugh!!! How dare they! That was harrassment!!! It became so horrible that finally, my dad draped in a sheet said--"I'm the princess' guard, leave her alone!" Slowly but surely they left me alone (except for one persistent, annoying, little wasp of a boy who kept demanding the guard to let him see me).

During the summer, I usually play the piano a bunch--for fun and for church. I used to teach little kids how to play also. But going away to college changed all that. Now the only one I teach is my cat. Hey, at least I'm teaching someone.

No, I'm not talking about myself as a Trophy, I'm talking about the trophies in the background. Most of those were hard-earned by my older brother for Tennis. But on second thought, I this pic do rather show a body fit for a trophy, doesn't it? (j/k)

Like fat bastard said, "I'm Dead Sexy". Yeah baby. I love this pic. And that dress is such a knock out, so much so that I never wear it in public. Imagine this, there's two slits on the side that practically shows my butt . . . ooo mama.

This was a rather sad Christmas. Nobody had the holiday spirit. Chou Chou kept messing up the decorations on the tree. And guess what I got for Christmas?---Some gel roll pens. That's it. OUCH! Big Ouch! But still, there I was sporting a smile.