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Over the years, I have become passionate about many things. In first grade, it was collecting Lisa Frank stickers, folders, notebooks, and other merchendise of that sort. In third grade, it was about hating any sixties or seventies-related fad, event, style, person, or anything else. In fourth grade, it was dressing like I was Claudia from the "Baby-Sitters Club". In fifth grade, it was loving to death any sixties or seventies-related fad, event, style, person, or anything else. In sixth grade, it was a certain classmate from a few years before (heck, that went on from fourth to seventh grade) and my friends, a group we liked to call the "Modern Hippies" (remember that, Val?). In seventh grade, it was Hanson. In the eighth grade, it was music, from listening to my favorite bands (Guster, the New Radicals, Fleming and John, Hanson) to playing it in band and at home (flute, guitar, alto saxaphone, and more). Now, I'm in-between grades, and I'm kinda searching for more things to be crazy about. . . or am I just plain going crazy?
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This is a picture of me and my friends at promotion (a stupid ceremony for going from middle school to high school), but don't plan on me telling you who I am. I'm not stupid or anything. I don't want to get stalked and killed. I will tell you one thing, though. I'm not the one in the burlap split-pea sac-dress, even though I wish I owned one like that. Also, I'm not the one third in from the left on the top, or anywhere on the bottom (hmmm . . . I wonder why)
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Oooh. People in Nice Clothes.
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