my dreams of late are full of hills and stairs. mansions stuck on the side of a canyon, walking uphill in stilettos. i remember looking at my arm and seeing an entire forearm full of gold bangles that i recognized as important and expensive and yet i had no idea how i got there. we walked into a store and the woman told me the only reason my friends were allowed in was because they were with me and i remember laughing and kicking off my stilettos so i could walk around on the marble barefoot. i passed my a mirror and i was tall, long legged. and blonde.
i've started thinking about what i'm going to say when finn asks what i was like in high school. what kind of girl i was. i tried out for softball but hadn't played in seven years. it didn't go well. i tried out for cheerleading one year but failed to practice enough to remember the cheer i was supposed to choreograph so i didn't do that part of the tryout. and didn't make it. i even tried out for student council one year but ran against two of my closest friends who were incredibly popular. it's like i was asking to fail. i was on the yearbook staff. so there's that. my friends were popular but i don't think i was. i did well academically and partied a lot. a lot. truth be told, i loved high school. but i was not tall, long legged. or blonde.