trauma queen
so, yesterday i got my hair done. yup New new hair (not nu-nu hair...that's a totally different entry that will not appear in my handwriting. ew.) it's a new color. it's bright. but it'll be okay when it fades. and the hair stylin's are just what i wanted.
anyhoo.
i had a big long talk with my lovely and amazing sister on sunday and revealed that i have no recent pictures of my self. on this little myspace thingy, the most recent picture is of my aforementioned sister and i dancing oddly at my friend erin's wedding. that picture is almost 3 years old now. actually, that's the most recent picture of me. the one of my cat is from october.
it's not that i look radically different, even with New new hair. i don't know...but somehow we decided that laura would borrow her dude's digital camera and we'd take pictures.
let me explain something here. everything happens in 3. sneezes, death, funny. we all know this. i have three things i don't so often do: get touched, celebrate my birthday, get my picture taken. the get touched - well, in all honesty, i do need the touch every once in awhile...but not from everyone in the world....or creepy people...ahem. birthday? that's an attention thing, i don't deal well with it. the pictures...ahhhhpictures....
i hate, hate, Hate getting pictures taken. hate it. oh dear god in heaven. which is why there's no recent pictures of me. because i literally run away from cameras. or hide. or make horrible faces. or flick the camera off. whathaveya.
so yesterday...i go over to my sister's house and we go take pictures. oh man....i was excited-ish about this prospect beforehand. like in the car. and then i got there, got out of the car, into the house. and laura...laura loves pictures and being in them and she's all excited and then it just...i just...ugh...
so, we took some pictures. i don't know what will happen with them. i do know that the whole experience was way more traumatic for me than it hsould have been. it was not fun. i did not like it sam i am. but this is also why i don't have new headshots. headshots that don't make me look 13. because, you can freak out in front of your sister and pout and be generally disagreeable, but you can't do that in front of someone who's time you're paying for.
still looking for therapist...help a brotha out.