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Even on vacation we can find our spirituality! Mandy, Anna, me and Sara found zen infront of the Lincoln Memorial. |
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Meesa, me and Sara. This picture . . . well, this picture is just too darn special to explain. |
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After not being able to sleep on the bus because of someones incessantly LOUD talking, Anna and I got a little violent at the rest stop on the way to DC. |
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BEFORE: Ahhh, December 31, 1998, my 18th birthday, New Years Eve. Anna's parents had gotten us this bottle of fake wine stuff. Dont we all look happy and excited? See below |
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AFTER: And then we realize that this is quite possibly the worst stuff we've ever tasted. Then my parents let us break out the real stuff :) |
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Prom! Ohhh, what a wonderful fantabulous nite. My table, from l to r: Adam, Sara, Meesa, me, Brandon, Anna(she was Marilyn Monroe-wig and all), Bert, Sam, and Mandy. |
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Adam, Anna, Sara, and me in a picture taken a la BabySitters Club.. |
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Anna and I, the summer before we became the coolest roomates ever to grace Bromfield |
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