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hey, that's me! i look awfully smug in this picture. i'm probably just happy to be off the boat.

this is part of the photo collection we refer to as "Kara and George in front of things." here we are in front of new construction and my aunt's swimming pool. exotic! george and i met when i took an engineering calculus course just for fun. we made a minor bet in that class, though, and ... well, i'm still supposed to eat dog food.

this is becky sue, who has been my friend for fifteen years, ever since she copied my my little pony in kindergarten. we entertained people with our debbie gibson/paula abdul co-headlining tour and pretended we were cousins. we also convinced her brother erik that two star-crossed lovers had buried their love letters in their backyard. oh, and we made exercise videos together.

this is me and ween, then and now. weenifer is just the BEST. she's only nine days older than me, and she has been my friend longer than anyone in the world. i met her when i was three days old. i have a ton of crazy pictures of her, but i was nice and picked the ones where we look relatively un-psychotic. ween cracks me up, and always has. the only time i've seen her mad was when i kicked her ass at huckle-buckle-beanstalk.

Oh baby, this is me with Brandon and Mike from Incubus.
I am lost for words.

Con queso time!! Liz, me, and Ween feast on the finest food ever created.

Here's me and Tristina at her birthday party last year, at Benihana's. Or maybe it was her sister's birthday party. And maybe it was three years ago. It doesn't matter, because we got mai tais and they let us take the Buddha glasses home.

This is my beloved 1994 Ford Escort. It's the distant cousin of the Poop DeVille, a day-glo orange Escort Wagon I drove in high school. That car was a phenomenon. It smelled like gas, held eleven people, and lacked certain luxuries such as a radio or heat. After selling it to a farm, I bought a Mustang, and promptly slammed it into a telephone pole at 5omph. So I decided to go back to my first love, the Escort. Ahhhh. She rides with me 100 miles a day, cranks the Mellencamp, pings like it's going out of style, and has only died on the turnpike once. Good girl! :)

George and I went hiking with Kins and Cristy at the Delaware Water Gap. The day consisted of Christy, a trained marathon runner, galloping up the mountain at warp speed, talking the whole way, while I crawled behind her and wheezed out a word or two every few minutes. But I made it to the top without going into respiratory distress. Beefcake. Beefcake!

this is me, heather j, heather m, and beez at point pleasant, although we like to tell people we were in the bahamas (eventually me and beez were, along with a bunch of other people - check out the bahamas pics). point pleasant is a fun boardwalk since ocean city is so far away now. the pizza's not as good, though.

This is Heather in her natural state -- asleep. Nuh-nite! Heather, also known as Boobs McLuban (nee McAllyhoo), was my roommate for three years in college. We watched the Wedding Singer several hundred times. She never woke up when I was being obnoxious, unless i sang the rooster song, which was her favorite. Luckily I am a great singer. :)

Swati is a playa and Mital is a schizo. They totally rock the casbah. I can't say enough good things about them. I can say enough bad things, though. Mwahahahahaha.

This is Swati and Amit (aka Swamit) being romantic.

This is Georgie, me, Jeff, and Beata. I can't come up with any more creative compliments, but Jeff and Beata are cool. This picture is old.

George and Jeff are twins.

Finally, this is me and the adaillable Georgie at the beach, looking all cute.

pictures of my family are HERE.

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