So whilst drinking last night/early this morning I learned some interesting new things. If I can get my arrogant on for a minute, I know I’m pretty. I spent a lot of time doing the fake humility thing and trying to convince myself I wasn’t. It never really worked and I’m happier just admitting that I am pretty.

But back in high school I was nowhere near this confident in myself and blamed it for the loss of my first girlfriend (in reality I lost her because I was a stupid kid and treated her terribly). So I dressed to match my feels, got some new piercings in my ears, and tucked myself into corners to cry when I thought no one was looking because I was ugly inside and out and woe was me blah blah blah angst angst angst.

What does this have to do with drinking last night? Well I was out with the Vikings (and assorted significant others, buddies and exes) which means I was drinking with my old high school chums: Andrew, Jenna and Amanda. (Andrew was not part of this conversation.) I was a year ahead of them so it was by chance that I met either of them, but apparently they noticed me looooooong before then.

Apparently I was the hot goth chick that caused rubbernecking in the halls and on the bus (Jenna actually went to a different school, but took the same bus as me, as we lived a five minute walk apart) but because I was so into my self misery over my looks, I never noticed it. Nine years later all I can do is flail about lost opportunities.

Oh and appreciate that I am pretty and hot and nowhere near humble enough to actually deserve it.