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Memory Lane

I keep finding myself in this awkward mood to clean. Tonight it was my famous "junk" drawer that I found myself rummaging through. Let's face it, everyone has one. I found a picture my dear sweet Hannah drew of me at camp about three years ago(see above). I found my yearbook from this past year. I was reading the little notes people write in there. Here's my favorite:

You are the finest Mormon chick ever. I am going to work my butt off to improve myself so I can steal you away from your motorcycle driving man. Shelby <3's ______ Forever(name has been removed for privacy purposes). Seriously though, you are so awesome that without you, I probably wouldn't have gotten through this year with my sanity. You rock.
-______, Future Husband/Dentist(name has been removed for embarrassment purposes).

I felt quite loved my the amazing kid who wrote that in my yearbook. It's one of those things I will laugh when I'm 80 and senile. I also found some memories from my Senior year. I found the crown I wore on the first day of school. I remember my hair was HUGE by the time Senior breakfast was over. Stupid Florida humidity. I was pretty grumpy the rest of the day because of it. Then there was the "headband" I wore one day during homecoming. It was "class country/place" day and the Seniors had chosen Greece. I wore a tablecloth as a toga and a headband with spray painted leaves hot glued to it(my friends and I are pretty crafty people, we won't talk about our ninja turtle outfits, though). I love memories. I swear one day I will look back and just laugh.


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