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Some more pics...

Amy, Gene, Tiff, Me, and Kim

Freshman year... the brightest my hair has ever been... almost blinding eh?

That poor child, I really do scare her..

This is a little better I suppose.. hehe.

Heather, better known as Barbie, Me, and Melissa.

Kristyn, Melissa, and Me.. when I had black hair with blue bangs. This was junior year when we went to Canada.. we had a hot Australian waiter... ohh babay..

Hehe.. this picture is so cute.. I look like I'm growling or something n Melissa's just being all cuddly lol.

Me, my Mom, and Melissa.. my mom always gets really close to some of my friends, and Melissa was one of the ones she got the closest to. I think it was the summer where we were inseparable n attached at the hip..

Another friend my mom loves to death.. Kristyn.. I've always had a wierd connection with her..

Aww.. how cute... the only thing you can see is my pink hair and the choochoo train blankie.. lol..

Me, Tiffany, and Clint.. I've been friends with her for like ever.. and Clint had only met her a lil while before when we all went to Bambi's.. but I think he wanted to marry her...

Me n the Mom.. she's one crazy lady.. yet I'm the one with the pink hair..

Before...

After...

Here starts the pics of me and Dad...

Me and Dad when I was about 4.. I was the flower girl in my Aunt Kim's wedding hehe.

I think I was only about a year old when this was taken.. I'm not sure though.. I just think its the cutest picture in the world..

8th grade Step-Up Dance.. from the left its Kasper, Chantelle, Me, Melissa, Jodi, and Crystal.. That seems like forever and a day ago..

I don't ever remember seeing this picture before, but the other night I was going through the pics that were on the poster boards at my grad party and this was one of them.. n I cried.. n cried... for a good hour or so.. I do miss her a lot.. She died when I was in 3rd grade and I don't really remember her all that much, except for her love. It's something I'll never forget.

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