How were you like at 19?

I've just realized that I was so f*cked up at nineteen that I'm still not far away enough from it to talk about it. Hee hee hee. I was worse at 17-18 though. At nineteen I was beginning to realize that I was seriously depressed and needed to figure out what the hell to do about it, but it wasn't for another year or two that I started to pull myself together. Unlike everybody else here (almost), I wasn't on drugs, though. Prolly shoulda been.

BVT, I love your signature.

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living it up in chapel hill. photo of a photo, hence, blurry.

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Wow Dag ... Hot Hot Hot !!! Twisted Evil

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At 19, I worked part-time for an NGO that worked with weavers and artisans. I was constantly buying trinkets and colorful bags and skirts and my favorite pastime was to get a "new look".

I had a boyfriend, lots of friends...lots of parties and fun times.
I hated going home since that meant seeing my mom.

At 19, i was in second year of college but I was already planning for the job i wanted. I studied hard because I wanted to leave home - by getting a job even before i finished college.

Some painful but mostly wonderful memories... Smile

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ooh, i like trinkets and colorful bags. i have bagloads of colorful bags and that doesn't stop me from getting more. sigh. it's a disease.

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What a fascinating thread.

I would love to post a photo of me at 19, but I can't seem to find any.

Shame.

Mind you, I have a good "17" one though, but that will derail the thread.

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was that the one from the Boogie Nights movie shoot, ellpus?

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the dys at 19;

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haven't changed a bit, dys. luckily the restroom has.

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dagmaraka wrote:

...luckily the restroom has.

...or has it?

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And Townsville lined the footpaths as we marched down to the quay
This clipping from the paper shows us young and strong and clean
And there's me in me slouch hat with me SLR and greens
God help me - I was only nineteen

From Vung Tau riding Chinooks to the dust at Nui Dat
I'd been in and out of choppers now for months
And we made our tents a home, V.B. and pinups on the lockers
And an Asian orange sunset through the scrub

And can you tell me, doctor, why I still can't get to sleep?
And night time's just a jungle dark and a barking M.16?
And what's this rash that comes and goes, can you tell me what it means?
God help me - I was only nineteen

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dagmaraka wrote:

living it up in chapel hill. photo of a photo, hence, blurry.

Oh Dag, you had such sexyyyy......legs! Smile

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Lord Ellpus wrote:

What a fascinating thread.

I would love to post a photo of me at 19, but I can't seem to find any.

Shame.

Mind you, I have a good "17" one though, but that will derail the thread.

Your highness,

Thou shalt not bother, the thread may not be derailed.
I pritheee....post a picture of thine at 17 please! Smile

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Yes, please!

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sakhi wrote:

At 19, I worked part-time for an NGO that worked with weavers and artisans. I was constantly buying trinkets and colorful bags and skirts and my favorite pastime was to get a "new look".

I had a boyfriend, lots of friends...lots of parties and fun times.
I hated going home since that meant seeing my mom.

At 19, i was in second year of college but I was already planning for the job i wanted. I studied hard because I wanted to leave home - by getting a job even before i finished college.

Some painful but mostly wonderful memories...

Hey Chinma... That's a typical Indian girl at 19.

Most of my friends portray the same persona (I am different ofcourse)...all trinklets and handbags.

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