I’ve been cleaning.  All summer.

While re-organizing one of my junk drawers (Check it…I’ve got 3), I stumbled across the following picture:

That’s me.  My Junior year of High School.  With my very first boyfriend, who incidentally briefly dated my old roommate last year. His name was Andrew.  My old roommate, I mean.

But, I digress…

I actually have a good explanation for the horror that is this make-up.  I am 100% positive that this picture is from a cast party.  I believe I was in Pippin and I can confirm this because I remember wearing blue eyeshadow for that show.  And, I really want to say that the make-up in question was some sort of pigment from Mac with Mattesse fairy dust on top.  I also think a drag queen might have done my make-up for this show, so, I can’t take total blame for this tragedy.

Now, understand that I was a club kid back then.  I went to the Tunnel and Sound Factory and Twilo…EVERY WEEKEND.  So, even though this picture of me isn’t me like you know me now – I still was this girl.

I don’t know why I didn’t blend the corners better.  I’m sure I had more makeup on my eyes for the actual show…And, having been a glitter whore back then I know for a fact that I wanted to keep some of it on just because I probably thought it was crazy cute.  Reflecting on it, it’s not that cute.

In fact neither are my ill fitting jeans.  But, I have a good explanation for that one as well.  I wasn’t allowed to wear jeans to school.  It was a private school thing.  Although now I hear that they let the kids wear shorts and collar-less shirts which makes me JEALOUS and angry that I spent almost EVERY AFTERNOON in DETENTION wasting time CUBING NUMBERS in a small room WITHOUT A CALCULATOR.  I’m not talking small numbers here either.  I was cubing shiz like 1,256,875,651 – A DOZEN OF THESE MONSTROSITIES AT A TIME.

Oh and, thanks Mrs. S.B. for always tossing me into detention for wearing a pea coat instead of a blazer.  You should know that I’m doing quite well now, and am self employed and really kind of killing it in the game.  So, screw you and all the time you took away from me – Time during which I could have been creative instead of CUBING NUMBERS (Especially when you know I HATED math and was not very gifted at it).  I sincerely  hope that you’re not doing this to any more defenseless young adolescents.  It’s MEAN.  And makes you UGLY.

God.  That felt so good to get off my chest.

So, yeah.  Anyway.  Those were the only jeans I owned because I wasn’t allowed to wear jeans to school.  And, the explanation for the bad eyeshadow is that I was 16, and in a musical AND a drag queen did my make-up.

That’s all.