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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 06:19 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)