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The most morbid meme...ever.
Sep. 4th, 2008 08:46 amIf you heard I had died, what would you assume happened to me?
Sep. 4th, 2008
1) Graduation. I mean, really, the best thing about it was leaving it.
2) Cheerleading. It was only for half a semester senior year, but it was fun, and at that time, I needed distracting.
3) Drama. The course, I mean.
4) English and Lit. They were my best subjects.
5) Spanish. Talk about an easy class.
6) Mrs. Sutphin, the Spanish teacher. She was nutty and fun.
7) Buying new school supplies. It's stupid, but I just loved having fresh notebooks and pencils and folders.
8) Senior year, because it was so darn easy to just skate through it. All the hard classes were over and done with.
9) Physics, just because the instructor was cool. He took us on a field trip to an amusement park to study the physics of roller coasters.
10) Friday night football games. We Texans take our high school football seriously.
2) Cheerleading. It was only for half a semester senior year, but it was fun, and at that time, I needed distracting.
3) Drama. The course, I mean.
4) English and Lit. They were my best subjects.
5) Spanish. Talk about an easy class.
6) Mrs. Sutphin, the Spanish teacher. She was nutty and fun.
7) Buying new school supplies. It's stupid, but I just loved having fresh notebooks and pencils and folders.
8) Senior year, because it was so darn easy to just skate through it. All the hard classes were over and done with.
9) Physics, just because the instructor was cool. He took us on a field trip to an amusement park to study the physics of roller coasters.
10) Friday night football games. We Texans take our high school football seriously.
1. Start Time – 10:34
2. Name – Baileigh Solis
3. Astrology sign – Taurus
4. Gender – Female
5. Eye color – Brown
6. Favorite color - Purple or Red. It flip-flops.
7. Glasses – Nope.
8. Tattoos - None.
9. Birthday – May 13th.
11. Sibling's name(s) – Frederico and...Rosalie, I think? I don't know, I never met her.
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2. Name – Baileigh Solis
3. Astrology sign – Taurus
4. Gender – Female
5. Eye color – Brown
6. Favorite color - Purple or Red. It flip-flops.
7. Glasses – Nope.
8. Tattoos - None.
9. Birthday – May 13th.
11. Sibling's name(s) – Frederico and...Rosalie, I think? I don't know, I never met her.
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[MYL] 38.1: Make a list of beginnings.
Sep. 4th, 2008 05:20 pm--Being born.
--First day of elementary school.
--First day of high school.
--Graduation. It's a beginning as much as it is an ending.
--Letting Daniel buy me a drink.
--The day I was called.
--When I agreed to let Spike crash in my basement 'just for today.'
--Getting such a kick out of teasing a pretty-eyed boy online.
--Leaving Texas.
--Saying yes.
--First day of elementary school.
--First day of high school.
--Graduation. It's a beginning as much as it is an ending.
--Letting Daniel buy me a drink.
--The day I was called.
--When I agreed to let Spike crash in my basement 'just for today.'
--Getting such a kick out of teasing a pretty-eyed boy online.
--Leaving Texas.
--Saying yes.
The dress I wore to my grandmother's funeral.
Funeral dresses are never pretty. They aren't supposed to be. And for all the preparing you do for someone's death, when you're waiting for it, when hope's gone and you're walking around the hospital or sitting at the bedside in that fog just, waiting for it, expecting it, you never think to yourself 'Oh, crap, what am I gonna wear to the funeral?'
I just remember opening my closet and staring at all the clothes and thinking, 'I can't wear any of these.' I didn't have a huge wardrobe or anything, and everything I had was just--there were too many good memories attached. They were dresses and things that she'd bought for me or that we'd shopped for together, and I just...couldn't stand the thought of standing at her graveside wearing anything in there.
I think it was Aunt Ginny--not really my aunt, just one of the ladies in my grandmother's circle of friends--that drove me to the mall to get a dress. I let her pick it out. Mind you, she was in her 60's, so you can imagine what she picked out. It was black, obviously, and it had puffy sleeves and kind of made me look fat.
I just...didn't care. Which I'm sure no one could blame me for, but even though it was weeks before I really broke down and started to grieve, standing in that dressing room, looking at myself in that ugly dress? I came close.
She bought me a hat, too. One of those wide-brimmed hats with a black veil.
Kind of makes me grateful that people don't really take pictures at funerals.
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Funeral dresses are never pretty. They aren't supposed to be. And for all the preparing you do for someone's death, when you're waiting for it, when hope's gone and you're walking around the hospital or sitting at the bedside in that fog just, waiting for it, expecting it, you never think to yourself 'Oh, crap, what am I gonna wear to the funeral?'
I just remember opening my closet and staring at all the clothes and thinking, 'I can't wear any of these.' I didn't have a huge wardrobe or anything, and everything I had was just--there were too many good memories attached. They were dresses and things that she'd bought for me or that we'd shopped for together, and I just...couldn't stand the thought of standing at her graveside wearing anything in there.
I think it was Aunt Ginny--not really my aunt, just one of the ladies in my grandmother's circle of friends--that drove me to the mall to get a dress. I let her pick it out. Mind you, she was in her 60's, so you can imagine what she picked out. It was black, obviously, and it had puffy sleeves and kind of made me look fat.
I just...didn't care. Which I'm sure no one could blame me for, but even though it was weeks before I really broke down and started to grieve, standing in that dressing room, looking at myself in that ugly dress? I came close.
She bought me a hat, too. One of those wide-brimmed hats with a black veil.
Kind of makes me grateful that people don't really take pictures at funerals.
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just_sayitThis song needs to be removed from my playlist. IMMEDIATELY.
What the fuck is wrong with me?!! I'm up, I'm down, I'm happy, I'm sobbing, MOODS, MAKE UP YOUR FUCKING MINDS.