The other night I was craving a mindless comedy so I went to see 17 Again (I hate to say it, but Zac Efron did a good job. I really believed he was a 37-year-old man stuck in a 17-year-old body). So in the spirit of that movie, I will post some pics of my friends and I when we were young along with our recent pics.
Did a little shopping with Tammy and Baby McKenzie in Fresburg:
Quick! Take a picture of me looking maternal.
And here we are at 15, modeling in a tree.
After poring over old pictures, I dug open a box of journals. It's funny to read old journals in the same room where I wrote them. I leave you now with wisdom from a journal I kept at 17:
Monday, October 26, 1998
I couldn't handle being in school today. I was sitting in my Econ class (it's the most boring class I have). I was just sitting there takine notes and listening to Mr. M go on and on and on about our government and I don't like the majority of the class and I don't know how to explain it. I just couldn't sit there any longer. I wanted to run outside and scream or something. It was just so boring and monotonous and routine that I just didn't want to be there any longer. So I told Mr. M that I was going to the bathroom and just went outside and sat on the steps in the sunshine. I don't remember thinking about anything in particular. I was just sort of sitting there. It made me realize that that's how my future will be. There's no way I'll be able to live a regular, routine, 8 to 5 job, kind of life. I have to explore the world and see new things and enjoy the life that God has given me. I sat on the steps until class was over and managed to sit through the next three periods.
Silly teen Natalie. Even at 17 I was trying to avoid the inevitable.
On that note, six more weeks till I leave for Mark and Kellye's wedding in the Bahamas! Whoo hoo!