1995 Senior Yearbook photo. That is a lot of hair (sorry for photo of photo) Spoiler And just to compare this is from a couple of weeks ago when I became a temporary UNC fan so GT could back into the ACC Championship game (I sense a theme relative to sweater vests) Spoiler
The worst part about senior portraits is that I remember the photographer being all, "Chin down a touch. Head tilt a little to the right. Angle your shoulder 2.45 inches forward. Now hold!" It was so freaking awkward and I felt like an idiot. Conversely, the wedding photog just said, "Hey stand right here and smile. Look at me and smile. Kiss her forehead." Amazingly, pictures turn out a lot better when you aren't attempting to craft a 100% perfect pose complete with 85 degrees of elbow flexion.
I tried to find anything from my 15-18yrs and I have zero pictures. I'm sure my parents have a bunch at their house, but this is the best I can do on short notice. This is about 3 years removed from high school.
For those that have asked that picture is in my mom's house. But when I inherit it after she dies it will go in a place of honor in my own home like all heirloom items.
You could always tell when I was on a hot streak in high school because he'll would freeze over. Years of having sabre toothed tiger-grade buck teeth made me shy away from all females until the discovery of booze.
Fuck it, I'll bite. Not from our senior pictures (I don't remember taking any) but was on my 18th birthday.
I don't have any of my senior pictures, though my mom still has the whole book of 100+ proofs. The best I can do is this picture from my freshman year of college. This was my avatar for a forum at the time, which is why it's fucked up and isn't just a regular photograph. I miss having that much hair.
Based on the glowing reviews here, I watched 'Guardians of the Galaxy' last night. Holy shit, what a fun movie. My favorite part: Spoiler The very end, where the sapling Groot is dancing to the Jackson 5 song and Drax is cleaning his knife. Hilarious.
I think that and Edge Of Tomorrow were the two most fun movies of the year. Emily Blunt was ust STUPID hot in that flick.
Im always wary when someone I know that I havent spoken too in some time calls me out of the blue. I got a call this morning from someone we used to call "Peepers": Peepers: Hey man, hows it going? Me: Hi dude, long time, its going good, how about you? Peepers: Its cool man, living in Hoboken. Its great, we should catch up over a beer some time. Me: Sure thats sounds great, let me know and we'll make it happen. Peepers: Great! So whats new, hows work? Me: Fine, busy time of year, buts its workable. How about you? Peepers: Good. I was curious, whats your insurance plan like at work? Specifically your life insurance. *Oh no. Fucking son-of-a-bitch. I should have seen this one coming* Me: Its fine, pretty happy with it I guess. Peepers: Alright, well I happen to have a great deal on some policies that I wanted to share with you. Do you have a few minutes? Me: No, Im good man. I dont need any more life insurance. Peepers: Well let me just tell you about one plan anyway. Its a full-term life policy that pays out $250,000... *Click* What is it with these people? Why is selling insurance or Cutco knives the loser alternative for actual corporate gigs? Its always guys too. I've never had a female equivalent call me and try to sell me some lame insurance policy. I cant even really think of a female equivalent. Lifestyle coach maybe?
True. FutureWife got pulled into some Mary Kay party not really knowing what it was going to be. It does seem like every other girl I knew from college is now a lifestyle coach or healthy living coach. So what, people are supposed to pay you money so you can tell them to eat gluten free, add some veggies to their diets, and exercise a couple times a week? At least its not as obtuse as someone trying to peddle a set of steak knives.
Medical transcription was a big one for women for a while, but they mostly do that at home so you wouldn't be interacting with them.
I used to work in the corporate office of a now-dead startup "multilevel marketing" company- it was supposed like the manly version of a Mary Kay. It was awful and a life-sucking experience. Don't do that. Just don't. Bless you!