LD's Guide to Japan


GPOYW - I wouldn’t trust me either edition



GPOYW: backlit



GPOYW: that’s what she said edition



GPOYW: almost quittin’ time edition



GPOYW: How I feel vs. how I’m dressed.



GPOYW: if it looks like I’m tired, it’s because I am.  I went to work at 10AM today, and I got off work at 9:05PM this evening.  Plus, my best friend told me today that he got married on Monday.  He didn’t tell anyone (even his family) about it until afterwards so I shouldn’t be upset, right?  But I am.  There are so many emotions, in fact, that I feel about it, but I’m so effin’ tired that I can’t really express any of them.  Plus, I’m elated that I got an interview for the JET Program, so I’m just full of conflicting feelings.  Probably the best thing for me to do is go to bed.  It’s been a weird day.



GPOYW with new haircut in weird lighting/focus/i don’t know what my camera was doing.



GPOYW:  Look-what-came-in-the-mail edition

When I was a kid—like, 12 years old—I would, for obvious reasons, collect the Victoria’s Secret catalogs that came to our house (this was before the internet came into my life, mind you).  If I got the mail and one was in there, I would take it before anyone else knew it came.  If not, I would sometimes grab it out of the trash after my mom or sister threw it out.  I had a collection of about 20 of them and I kept them in a duffel bag in my closet.

One day, I came home from school and they were gone.  I assumed my mom had found them because no one else would have gone into my closet for any reason, and I was dreading the impending conversation, but when I saw her, she said absolutely nothing about it.  I remember thinking how freaking cool it was of her to not say anything, and I loved her more than ever that day.

Of course, if I had known then that, years later, she would tell the story to all of our friends and family at any and all parties/gatherings, I would have felt differently.

I’m not so embarrassed about the story anymore (probably because it’s been told so many times), but I swear to god, if she tells that story at my wedding…


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