I don't really feel old. I don't think 25 is old at all. I do actually (for the first time) feel that I'm getting OLDER. Which is a change for me because I haven't really felt the pangs of age. This is mostly due to the fact that up to a couple of years ago, people asked me if I was thinking about applying to college. Uh…yeah, I thought about it so much that I got a diploma. Only recently have they FINALLY stopped carding me. For alcohol, not movies. Sheesh.
Seeing as I have arrived at the great quarter of a century…I would like to present to you, me as a baby! Baby pictures! Oh boy. Well, yeah, I looked like a boy, but only because my mom left my dad alone with me and a pair of scissors. Both of these pictures were taken in Hong Kong when I was visiting my dad's extended family before I was 2 years old. I was on a plane before I could even really walk.
Haha, look at that ugly stuffed animal!! What the hell is that? It's like a cross between Mr. Peabody and Blue, from Blue's Clues. I'm such a trend setter. Also I look so…placid. They must have sedated me.
I think this picture is REALLY funny. Mostly because my cheeks are about to eat my eyes. At least I look like a girl–what with the pink bunny onesie overalls.
And another year begins…