I Can't Believe I'm Posting This
Tuesday, December 13, 2011
burghbaby

Let's just get this over with, shall we? You did earn it, after all. Me and a bunch of dorks who were in my Confirmation class. Probably 4th or 5th grade.

What's that? You can't figure out which one is me? I'm the girl with big hair, of course!

Heh.

OK. So. I'll admit, it's really not an embarrassing photo. It probably should be, but since most everyone in it is suffering from the same symptoms of dorkness that I am, I'm cool with it. (I'm in the back row, third from the right.)

In case you were wondering, the symptoms of dorkness are:

My hair in its natural state is essentially a cooked spaghetti noodle. Sure, you can bend it and curl it and make it do all sorts of fun things, but the second you pick it up *BAM!* it goes straight again. Perms do absolutely nothing to change that state of noodliness, but that didn't stop me from trying.  I used to get super-tight (pink curlers!) perms every eight weeks or so. Then I'd use a curling iron and ALL OF THE AQUANET IN THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD to try to make it stay sort of curly and big.

At least everybody else was also delusional and thought big and curly was the way to go.

Another symptom of dorkness:

Sure, some of the people in the photo are smiling, but those are the cool people. Us dorks refused to show teeth. I think it had something to do with a healthy fear of opening our mouths and saying something stupid during Confirmation.

Oh, and quit acting shocked that I was raised to be a good little Lutheran. The really shocking part is that I never burst into flames.

Finally:

It's hard to tell, but those suckers were bigger than my whole face and they were Pepto Bismol pink.

So hawt.

Thanks for smashing that Christmas Crazy goal, y'all. You may now commence the mocking in the comments. Heh.

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