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What did I do when I turned 16?? Hmm... I think it was... umm... uh... Oh yeah!! Nothing.
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Sweet! We just found our 3 year old! Just kidding there Lindsey-Loo! Yet, If I count right... you'd be about 3 in 98! ..... 89?
Sigh. I remember when I turned 16. I had a pool party and my friends threw me in with my clothes on. Then we went to see Spider-Man. Oh and I got my first car! I still have it.
How was your party!?
Haha, it was pretty boss. I had it like a month early so that I could plan it around the opening night of Twilight. My mom told the theatre manager it was my birthday, and we got a police escort into the theatre before any of the people who had been waiting in line for like eight hours, who then turned into an angry mob and the cops had to seriously hold them back and everything.
It was quite exciting.
What did I do when I turned 16?? Hmm... I think it was... umm... uh... Oh yeah!! Nothing.
Come now! I'd hate to tell stories of when I was 16! Lindsey had a good B-Day and we should all be happy for her!
As for you.... get a cat! Dogs are bad!
Haha!! Omg that is too funny. I, too, am a Twilight freak. I am kinda self-conscious about it because I'm 21. That was so cool of your mom...and the cops...to do! Haha.
Team Edward or Jacob? Choose wisely, for the way I view you forevermore rests on your answer. :areyoucra Lol, totally just kidding. But I am freaking crazy over Jacob. In love with a fictional werewolf...now that's pathetic...
And I just got my mom to start reading Twilight, so don't feel bad. 21 seems perfectly normal to me. Now, if my mother starts wearing Team Edward or Jacob t-shirts or orders the official Twilight-based jewelry, I'll start to get worried...
(Staightens out tie) Aren't you going to introduce us to your friends (licks fingers then strokes eyebrows with them)?Muwhahaha, it is time for new pictures now that I have (unofficially) returned to RF.
Sweet Sixteen Party:
I'm the Birthday Girl with the sweet tiara and sash. :takeabow:
Now you're all supposed to make comments about how much I'm growing up and crap. Hehe. Supposedly growing up, anyways.
(Staightens out tie) Aren't you going to introduce us to your friends (licks fingers then strokes eyebrows with them)?
My license pic-cha sucks more. It was taken when I was 16, and I look very stoned in it. X_X
But you know what they say: getting older beats the alternative.Well...better than me looking 30 I suppose. Which, by the way, come next June I will only have 8 years til I'm 30. That makes me want to sob violently!
Congratulations!Now you're all supposed to make comments about how much I'm growing up and crap. Hehe. Supposedly growing up, anyways.
I remember when I turned 16. I was horribly sick all day. One of my friends called to wish me a happy birthday and I puked all over the phone.Sigh. I remember when I turned 16. I had a pool party and my friends threw me in with my clothes on. Then we went to see Spider-Man. Oh and I got my first car! I still have it.
My first driver's licence picture (or pic-cha) was taken when I was 17 (at the time, we didn't get photos for our learner's permits) and had me with short hair, glasses and clean-shaven.My license pic-cha sucks more. It was taken when I was 16, and I look very stoned in it. X_X
My first driver's licence picture (or pic-cha) was taken when I was 17 (at the time, we didn't get photos for our learner's permits) and had me with short hair, glasses and clean-shaven.
A few years later (well, four, I guess) when I was in university, a bunch of my friends and I did a road trip to Vermont for New Year's. I was all excited, because it was my first trip to the US after turning 21.
I go to buy some beer and stuff at the store. The woman behind the counter asks for ID; I show her my driver's licence. She looks at the picture, and then at me (now with no glasses, a scruffy goatee and a long ponytail), then at the picture, then at me, and says "that's not you."
Me: "Yes, it is. It's an old picture."
Her: "Do you have any other photo ID?"
Me: "I've got my university student card."
Her: "Government-issued ID."
Me: "No."
Her: "Then I can't sell you this."
This was in the late evening on New Year's Day at the only store within a 20-minute drive... so I ended up having a dry New Year's that year.