Thursday, July 01, 2004

confessions

i know it may seem below me, but sometimes i'm tempted to click on those links that show me the latest runway bloopers or how slutty britany spears got in her latest video....and sometimes i cave. tonight was one of those nights. i watched a video on ashlee simpsons photo shoot. i think it was called "check out ashlee's latest hairstyles." and that is exactely what i did. i checked out her hairstyles. and you know what? i got freaked out. there was one look that she had (short blonde hair) that looked just like me...(in my skinny college days). whoa. it didn't make me feel good about myself because i don't actually think she's that pretty (although last night i asked dan if he thought jessica or ashlee was prettier, and he picked ashlee)...and i know i don't look like that anymore, but it was still pretty freaky. not freaky like i'm being chased by the boogey man. its the kind of freaky when you sit down at a resturant and notice that there is a girl in the dining room next to you that looks just like you...and then you get up to go the salad bar and realize it was only a mirror covering the wall.

by the way..i know all of you out there who know dan and i think that we sit around debating phylisophical ideals..but no. our conversations usually consists of me asking him who he thinks is prettier in the entertainment world, and if he thinks i'm the prettiest of all. sorry to dissapoint you.

3 comments:

Eric Henry said...

so much talk of disappointment, as if just being human didn't make you interesting enough. i find it intensely intruiging to hear about what things you think about/struggle with. you represent the new breed of christian girls that actually have a solid relationship with their maker.

no pressure on performing or anything like that. :)

Anonymous said...

Awwwwwwwwww
you ARE the prettyest of all Suzanne Price.

besides maybe my girl....

anyway

Trevor Smith

Suzanne Price said...

Your girl??? trevor, you have a woman? that is awesome. i knew it was only a matter of time before some lucky girl snatched you up.