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sisabetRemember waaaaay back when you were a senior in high school and they did that whole "senior pictures" thing? Or is this just a regional thing? Cause deep in the depths of Cave Country, your senior pictures are a huge friggin' deal and different photography studios try to get each school's account and it is just... ACK. And, even though I went through all of this in 1992! it is still haunting me. Because Mom just ordered Cappy's senior pics.
Which is great! Cappy's pictures are fantastic - I am sure the photographer took double the shots for her as he did everyone else because she loves to have her picture taken. She always has. She looks back on her shoot with fond memories.
I on the other hand... OMG, it was torture. First, I fought with my mother over what I was wearing (you have to bring this insane number of outfits). Then I fought with my best friend, Rhonda, over my hair (at the actual shoot). She hot-rolled and teased it and in the end it looked nothing like me at all. Also? It did not move. Scary, scary hair. And then I forgot to blend my eyeliner cause I was so busy yelling at Rhonda to get away from me with the Paul Mitchell, I am freezing and shining ENOUGH ALREADY!
Oh - and I really didn't like the dude photographing me. This is a dislike that started when I was in the eighth grade and just... festered for years. He does not get me, I sure as hell do not understand how his mind works but his Mom won the contract with my high school, so fine.
In over 80% of the photos, I am actually sneering. It would be cool if I was a sneering-type person. I'd love it. But I really am not. None of my smiles look real (cause they weren't) and I am so fakey posed in most shots that when I saw the proofs, I refused to let Mom order any of the photos and I was supremely unconcerned until the yearbook came out and since I neglected to pick a photo, that Bitch who ran the studio did, and I am leaning forward and smile-sneering so intensely that my nose is wrinkled. As a meta-commentary on my feelings toward that school, the education I was afforded, and most of my classmates, it was perfect. My picture was not pretty, but it was apt.
And I left it there in the past and walked away and was done. AND NOW MOM PULLS ME BACK IN!!!
Cause, see, she has this HUGE POSTER of my brother. And she is getting an 11x20 of Cappy. And Dawn just went and had all these professionally shot pictures of her and The Boy and so Mom is getting an 11x20 of them and now...
Dear Lord, my mother has decided that there is nothing in this world that she wants more than an 11x20 of ME AS WELL. So she can have some strange sort of Child-Shrine or something. I don't know. All I know is I don't think I will ever be able to relax in her house again under the watchful eye of a strangely posed me.
Mom even found my senior picture proofs and has narrowed it down between shots of me against a coke machine, painfully posed, and me sitting on a settee (like ya do), also, painfully posed. I am shocked she found 4 in the entire bunch where I am almost pleasant-faced.
Also? Have I mentioned how much I loathe having my picture taken? It is just a horrible, horrible thing and I can look in a mirror and be okay with me, but I have never seen a picture of myself that didn't cause me to suddenly start devaluing myself and becoming hypersensitive and generally turn into a woman I struggle not to be. So, it isn't as if I can just walk out and go get a picture of me taken for this project. I'm kinda stuck with a GIANT SIZED immortalization of someone who kinda looked like the me I was in 1992.
So y'all get to vote which one Mom blows up
[Poll #550741]
I like the Junior Miss picture cause, well, cause I look really skinny there. Mom likes the coke machine one where I am kinda smiling. It looks like me smiling, I guess, if you have never seen me smile before.
But you all know me. I am Ms. Grouchy-Pants, so frugal with the smiling-for-real. Geez.
Which is great! Cappy's pictures are fantastic - I am sure the photographer took double the shots for her as he did everyone else because she loves to have her picture taken. She always has. She looks back on her shoot with fond memories.
I on the other hand... OMG, it was torture. First, I fought with my mother over what I was wearing (you have to bring this insane number of outfits). Then I fought with my best friend, Rhonda, over my hair (at the actual shoot). She hot-rolled and teased it and in the end it looked nothing like me at all. Also? It did not move. Scary, scary hair. And then I forgot to blend my eyeliner cause I was so busy yelling at Rhonda to get away from me with the Paul Mitchell, I am freezing and shining ENOUGH ALREADY!
Oh - and I really didn't like the dude photographing me. This is a dislike that started when I was in the eighth grade and just... festered for years. He does not get me, I sure as hell do not understand how his mind works but his Mom won the contract with my high school, so fine.
In over 80% of the photos, I am actually sneering. It would be cool if I was a sneering-type person. I'd love it. But I really am not. None of my smiles look real (cause they weren't) and I am so fakey posed in most shots that when I saw the proofs, I refused to let Mom order any of the photos and I was supremely unconcerned until the yearbook came out and since I neglected to pick a photo, that Bitch who ran the studio did, and I am leaning forward and smile-sneering so intensely that my nose is wrinkled. As a meta-commentary on my feelings toward that school, the education I was afforded, and most of my classmates, it was perfect. My picture was not pretty, but it was apt.
And I left it there in the past and walked away and was done. AND NOW MOM PULLS ME BACK IN!!!
Cause, see, she has this HUGE POSTER of my brother. And she is getting an 11x20 of Cappy. And Dawn just went and had all these professionally shot pictures of her and The Boy and so Mom is getting an 11x20 of them and now...
Dear Lord, my mother has decided that there is nothing in this world that she wants more than an 11x20 of ME AS WELL. So she can have some strange sort of Child-Shrine or something. I don't know. All I know is I don't think I will ever be able to relax in her house again under the watchful eye of a strangely posed me.
Mom even found my senior picture proofs and has narrowed it down between shots of me against a coke machine, painfully posed, and me sitting on a settee (like ya do), also, painfully posed. I am shocked she found 4 in the entire bunch where I am almost pleasant-faced.
Also? Have I mentioned how much I loathe having my picture taken? It is just a horrible, horrible thing and I can look in a mirror and be okay with me, but I have never seen a picture of myself that didn't cause me to suddenly start devaluing myself and becoming hypersensitive and generally turn into a woman I struggle not to be. So, it isn't as if I can just walk out and go get a picture of me taken for this project. I'm kinda stuck with a GIANT SIZED immortalization of someone who kinda looked like the me I was in 1992.
So y'all get to vote which one Mom blows up
[Poll #550741]
I like the Junior Miss picture cause, well, cause I look really skinny there. Mom likes the coke machine one where I am kinda smiling. It looks like me smiling, I guess, if you have never seen me smile before.
But you all know me. I am Ms. Grouchy-Pants, so frugal with the smiling-for-real. Geez.
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Date: 2005-08-12 06:10 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-08-12 08:31 pm (UTC)So actually the dress really sucked, but I loved it cause it made me feel pretty.
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Date: 2005-08-12 06:11 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-08-12 06:21 pm (UTC)Dawn says that she wouldn't know most of my Major Milestone pictures if it wasn't for the fact that I am usually tearstained and blotchy because for some reason right before any graduation ceremony, I always had to get into it with my mother. Without fail - I'm glad I skipped my college commencement.
But this photo shoot? Ten times worse. I'd go stand in line for a diploma in a hot gym after arguing with my mother over my shoe choice any day rather than relive that experience.
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Date: 2005-08-12 06:13 pm (UTC)I like all of these, but the jeans look is my personal favorite so I picked the one where you're smiling. Mostly. :)
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Date: 2005-08-12 06:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-08-12 06:14 pm (UTC)Also, you look smarter and sexier and cooller today than you did in 1992, and you looked kinda nice in 1992. Isn't that neat?
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Date: 2005-08-12 07:08 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-08-12 06:19 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-08-12 06:24 pm (UTC)I was!!! I am so glad that comes across. See, I can emote effectively for the camera.
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Date: 2005-08-12 06:58 pm (UTC)It would explain the red dress. And why she looks so darned happy to be there.
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Date: 2005-08-12 07:10 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-08-12 06:19 pm (UTC)Since this one is for Mama, I would go with lower left.
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Date: 2005-08-12 06:23 pm (UTC)I could just caption it: Expect something like this only...age it a bit!
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Date: 2005-08-12 06:24 pm (UTC)But if the rest of the family is more formal, then I like lower right. Possibly cropped to focus in a bit better.
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Date: 2005-08-12 08:37 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-08-12 09:22 pm (UTC)You'll have to post everyone's then we can pick the ones that fit together best too. :)
(I wish one could type in a half-sarcastic bubbly tone.)
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Date: 2005-08-12 06:28 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-08-12 07:11 pm (UTC)AND CAN MY BRAIN WRITE CHECKS THAT MY BODY CAN'T CASH???
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Date: 2005-08-12 06:36 pm (UTC)Fortunately my mother didn't have a problem with this as she *HateHateHates* having her picture taken and is thus somewhat understanding of this phenomenon in others.
Oh, and I picked upper left because it's the only one that looks like an honest expression. Of course that expression says to me "Yeah, I'm a photo! What are you gonna do about it, punk?" but I like the picture.
The only photo of me I have ever liked is actually a group shot of me and most of my siblings when I was about 14... and I only like it because the rest of my brothers and sisters kinda look unusually like crap in it and thus I shine. :)
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Date: 2005-08-12 07:13 pm (UTC)See, that is the problem -- the rest of my family is not only extremely attractive, but also extremely photogenic. I feel like I am gonna be the odd one out, like that Sesame Street game of "Guess which one is not like the other, can you tell which one just doesn't belong?" and that will make me sad.
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Date: 2005-08-12 06:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-08-12 07:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-08-12 06:38 pm (UTC)The Coke machine is awesome, though. "TAKE HOME Kern's bread. And Coke. And Liz!" Works for me.
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Date: 2005-08-12 07:17 pm (UTC)Man, now I want her to send me a copy of the sneering picture because that is just so great. If I could only find my yearbook - the awesomeness of me sneering out at world is cherished in my heart.
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Date: 2005-08-12 06:40 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-08-12 08:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-08-12 06:53 pm (UTC)I like upper right Liz. It looks ...almost natural...kind of like you are holding back from saying something really snarky.
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Date: 2005-08-12 08:49 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-08-12 07:28 pm (UTC)Senior pictures were big here too, but everyone had to go get them arranged on their own. And they were expensive. So I did two outfits, and uhm, dragged my cat along. I was and remain a huge dork, so of course I chose a shot with my cat for the yearbook. ;D
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Date: 2005-08-12 08:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-08-12 07:32 pm (UTC)WOW.
That being said, you look great in all 4 pics, but I think Lower Left is my favorite. It's more elaborate & cute.
Also, you are totally hot. You should post pics more often!
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Date: 2005-08-12 08:24 pm (UTC)Having my picture taken depresses me and highlights the worst aspects of my personality. Which depresses me. Wait - which comes first? The picture or the depression?
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Date: 2005-08-12 08:06 pm (UTC)You could, of course, go have a new photo taken...
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Date: 2005-08-12 08:26 pm (UTC)I just... I'd rather go to the dentist and then go hang out at the eye doctor's and try on contact lenses all afternoon, than ever go through that again.
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Date: 2005-08-12 08:41 pm (UTC)No wait...that was on a episode of Home Improvement.
Nevermind.
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Date: 2005-08-12 08:50 pm (UTC)This idea has legs.
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Date: 2005-08-12 09:32 pm (UTC)The possibilities are truly endless...
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Date: 2005-08-12 09:15 pm (UTC)Re: pictures
Date: 2005-08-12 09:36 pm (UTC)I like it!
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Date: 2005-08-12 09:39 pm (UTC)Re: pictures
Date: 2005-08-12 10:30 pm (UTC)Whattya say? Is it a plan?
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Date: 2005-08-12 08:57 pm (UTC)And senior photos are the same kind of Big Deal here too. Same thing with studios trying to win contracts and what not. We had a restriction that pictures had to be from the waist up, no full shots. Mine looks like a cross between trying not to cry and ready to strangle the damned photographer.
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Date: 2005-08-12 09:22 pm (UTC)And this whole post is traumatizing me, because the proofs of my daughter's senior pictures will be ready soon and I do not want to have to deal with the drama.
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Date: 2005-08-12 09:45 pm (UTC)Senior photos were a big thing here. I absolutely refused to do without the dog. You will get pictures of Harley and I or you will get no pictures at all. I had to have my parents sign a permission form in order to get out of senior photos.
Cameras steal your soul!
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Date: 2005-08-12 10:10 pm (UTC)Also.. Yeah, adorable.
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Date: 2005-08-13 12:19 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-08-13 04:36 am (UTC)Or it could just be that I am feeling Weepy!HighSchoolSisabet's pain because I'm afraid of cameras and thusly Senior Picture was a traumatic experience. I made the man taking the photos unhappy, actually, because I showed up in jeans and a tank top and told him I wanted the one, free, forced-by-the-school-for-yearbook picture, and that was it. He looked at me confused and asked if I was going to "change" first. "Into what? I left the Superman costume in my other pants." "Uh... *deflates* Okay. Go sit over there."
Linzee
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Date: 2005-08-13 11:40 pm (UTC)