Narcosis for the camera.
So, we had our college leavers photos taken today, which was very horrifying and nerve wrecking for me as I'm sure it was for everybody else. I just kept on thinking that I looked tired, or my hair looked out of my place or my skin less than perfect. You know, as you do. We had the lovely task of standing there, all squashed in like sardines, ready for the photographer lady to shout 'Say Cheese!' and 'Smile!', which we all did, including me, much to my disbelief. Heh, I just hate those school photographs, they never turn out right. At least not for me. Everyone else looks fine, but I always feel really self-conscious about it, which I find pretty unsettling myself. There was one whole sixth form photo taken, 'friendship photos' (this involved all of the people I sit with around our common room table) and then individual photos of each of us. Nice. It's not too bad with the overall group shots because I can hide in the background, its just with the independent ones that you have no room to hide, only your face to show, forever glaring, frozen in time at that precise moment that the lady said 'That's nice' and snaps you. It's a fascinatingly bizarre concept really. Some people came really dolled up, but I was simple and understated in my appearance, wearing plain black jeans and a blue top which were to my liking. I had nothing to adorn my neck, ears or anything like that. I just kept it plain and simple, for the obvious purpose of not wanting to look back on them in twenty years time, nostalgia in my belly and say 'That was me when I was 18' *shudders*, that's going to happen one day as well.
Might as well get used to the idea. So, I was in work tonight and I found it rather difficult to cope, even though I wasn't on my own... I found myself washing all of the bowls, containers, trays, scoops and spoons/tongs/knives plus drains and other equipment for at least a good hour and a half. That was hellish. Still, after that there was relatively little to do except brush the floor and clean the bar (for me at least), which was a slight blessing. I came out at 8pm feeling incredibly tired. Hah and what do I do? Come home and come on here! Such is the Livejournal addiction. By the by, I've started reading 'The Age of Innocence' by Edith Wharton and whilst this is slightly more heavier reading than my previous indulgences, I'm sure I will settle into it never the less.
Oh...and I want my £5 back.
P.S: ***yes this is the edited bit*** I ordered two books from Amazon earlier, which I feel will help to improve my vocals and playing skills, hehe. Yes, I am talking about music here.
Might as well get used to the idea. So, I was in work tonight and I found it rather difficult to cope, even though I wasn't on my own... I found myself washing all of the bowls, containers, trays, scoops and spoons/tongs/knives plus drains and other equipment for at least a good hour and a half. That was hellish. Still, after that there was relatively little to do except brush the floor and clean the bar (for me at least), which was a slight blessing. I came out at 8pm feeling incredibly tired. Hah and what do I do? Come home and come on here! Such is the Livejournal addiction. By the by, I've started reading 'The Age of Innocence' by Edith Wharton and whilst this is slightly more heavier reading than my previous indulgences, I'm sure I will settle into it never the less.
Oh...and I want my £5 back.
P.S: ***yes this is the edited bit*** I ordered two books from Amazon earlier, which I feel will help to improve my vocals and playing skills, hehe. Yes, I am talking about music here.