tonight i'll sit and pick apart your pictures

today is picture day, or "senior portrait taking day" as my email prefers to call it. but it's still a picture day.

i have always hated picture days. always. though most people didnt know. i think it might come from the fact that i'm incredibly unphotogenic when it comes to picture days. my face seems to morph into some strange other person the night before a picture day. i'm not saying i'm incredibly photogenic the rest of the year, but it's better than picture days. (i realize i overused the word picture day. i just woke up. which also explains why the title doesnt quite fit. leave me alone.)

but the photogenicness is not the only thing that makes me hate them. i really can't explain why the thought of picture day brings up thoughts of shoving bamboo splinters under my nails and stabbing myself with a rusty knife, but it does.

most people i know, if not all, love them, for whatever crazy reason. i think one of my favorite things about leaving grade school is the escape from yearly pictures.

so why am i putting myself through this torture, you may ask? my mom is making me. :/

and i feel sick today. i dont know if its my body's defense against this evil day or if i'm really sick. and i cant skip class because i skipped last week's quiz so this one's counting as double. double zeros is not a very good way to try and up my current quiz score.

on a happy note, i'm almost to the halfway mark of my novel.

*All Hail the Heartbreaker - The Spill Canvas