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The last big thing I did in 2010 was to get a haircut. I no longer look like any of my six ID photos, which is awesome/strange. (I still have to take a double-take when I catch myself in a mirror sometimes.)


I haven't had bangs since I was a little kid:

'sup 1992?

Strangely enough I am frequently mistaken for being between 24-27 years old while in Europe/The UK, which seems unlikely, but it's true. (I have friends who were convinced that I was 27-28 when I first met them. I'm 22.) While this often works in my favor, as I'm never ID'd for anything, but I secretly wish I was 23, as that sounds so much more convincing than 22. Meanwhile, here in the states, I get ID'd at the movies, at bars and restaurants I frequent, etc. Somehow I manage to look both younger and older than I actually am, depending on what continent I'm on, which is really strange. It'll be interesting to see how old I come off as!

Mystery solved.

Recently Mom and I were searching for takeout menus in the kitchen. Apparently Dad had just reorganized this cabinet the other day, so we weren't sure where they were hiding. While pulling out stacks of paper, Mom unfolds the following. This one sheet of legal paper has been floating around my house for the past 19 years.

"You drew this!" she says. "You had just turned three years old in '91, and we were driving up to New Brunswick to visit The Extended Canadian Family! You drew this in the car. You were so good."
"Okay, Mom."
"Well, you know, when kids have just turned three they can't draw like this. See? It's a clown." (points to label "The Clown")
"No... I think that's a picture of Dad."
"How do you know? It's a clown, wearing a hat! See?"
"I don't think so. I think it's supposed to be a picture of Dad...because that's what Dad's hair looks like."

(source picture: Thanksgiving 2009. To be fair, Dad looked exactly the same 19 years ago, although significantly less gray. File under: 'if you ever needed kind of blurry proof I'm related to these people'.)
"No. It... Oh my god YOU'RE RIGHT!"
"I drew it, I should know."
"You were three!"
"So?"
"We need to change that immediately." (crosses out 'The Clown', writes 'Dad')


All I have to say is that bitches don't know about my 3-year-old self's artistic badassery.