This time last year I was in the 9th circle of graduate school hell known as writing my Master’s Paper, so I couldn’t participate in Liz’s inaugural Senior Hottie photo extravaganza. All that madness is over, thankfully, so I am thrilled to be able to participate this time!
Actually, it’s not that bad. The really fun pictures are tucked away in the garage, and I can’t get to them before the contest ends.
My apologies: our scanner is acting up too, so we had to take pictures of the pictures, so the quality isn’t great. I think you’ll be able to capture the essence though.
Let’s return to 1995, shall we? My soul belonged to grunge, but my wardrobe was The Limited. I hoped someone would feel as much for me as Gavin Rossdale obviously felt for his lady in “Glycerine.” I roared with Alanis Morrissette on “You Oughta Know.” I attended a Hole concert and captured a doll part. Anything Pearl Jam or Nirvana was in rotation. My hair was long, and I was tall and skinny.
Now let’s return to present day. I’m 17 years older. I’m 30 pounds heavier. I have to admit I’m not thrilled with either of those. When I look at pictures of myself now, my eye immediately notices the bags and wrinkles around my eyes. Getting old sucks.
I think my contest category would be “Are you really the same person?”
So tell me, what do you think? And what do you think when you look at high school pictures of yourself?
For more Senior Hottie fun, head over to Liz’s place.