Fold My Laundry Please

Once upon a time there was a girl named Melissa.  That girl was me.

In eighth grade, I did not yet qualify for coolness.

Then I went to high school where I majored in cool.  I even had many cool friends!

That’s me in the back with the black t-shirt on.  (Sidenote:  As I went through my pictures, I seemed to be wearing that same shirt in about 75% of them.  Either I wore it a lot or I spent one very long day traveling around town having my picture taken in it.)

I also majored in hotness, with an emphasis in skinny.

It was a double major.

In high school, I had a bestest friend named Lisa.  We were nearly inseparable.

So much so that we went to Northern Arizona University together and became roommates.

Please note that my coolness factor has been growing exponentially.

Lisa danced to the beat of a different drummer.

Okay, let’s face it, she could be downright strange

But she was also a ton of fun!

Which made us a great match for each other!  By the way, she also majored in hotness with an emphasis in skinny, but she found a way to turn her degree into a career.

One day, I decided to embark on an adventure.  Lisa did what any best friend would do.  She manned the camera.

This is me, pre-adventure.  (See, there’s that t-shirt again!)  I’m practically radiating excitement!

This adventure involved hair.

Specifically, my hair.

And these two guys.

A good time was had by all!

Here I am, nearing the end of my adventure.

I’m still smiling, so it must have been going well.

And…viola!

Look at me!  I’m just oozing coolness!  We never could get it all out of that couch after that day.  According to the photo evidence, when I wasn’t wearing that Jane’s Addiction t-shirt, I was wearing flannel.  It’s not my fault.  The grunge movement was going strong (and was also aptly named).

And here I am with a slightly hideous shade of red hair.

Because when you’re cool, you change your hair color more often than your bedsheets!