listening:: 43 by Mushroomhead
The bagels at my school are orgasmic. Unfortunately, I don't usually get there early enough to get a bagel before everyone else steals them. Whether or not I get a bagel in the morning is a huge factor on how good or bad the rest of my day goes. I got a bagel today! And yes, my day was good, thanks for asking.
We got our yearbooks, which are nothing special because they're all black with no decoration except for an engraved exclamation point, which is also black, in the lower right-hand corner of the cover. And my picture looked like crap, etc, etc. There's alot I could complain about, but the two biggest were my picture and the fact that when I first got my yearbook, ink was coming off of some of my pages. Needless to say, I exchanged it immeadiately.
My picture, however, was in every copy of the yearbook, so I couldn't exchange mine for a Christine-less yearbook. I look so terrible! (Prepare for a rant...) I thought I was smiling but noooo. The first time I saw my picture was a few days ago on the lunch lady's computer screen when I was getting my bagel in the morning (I didn't get one that morning, by the way, which explains why my day went downhill after seeing my picture). When I saw it, I almost cried. I was mortified, even though the only people who could see it were me and the lunch lady. It doesn't even look like me! I mean, in person, I'm not hideous, but this picture - this FUCKING picture - is hideous. This wasn't like those people who complain "oh my picture is just AWFUL," but then you look at it and it's actually a decent picture and then wonder why they complain about it. That's when you know you're pretty. When your yearbook picture actually looks good. So I'm obviously not pretty because to me, beauty is unconditional. I don't care if you just got out of bed and have no makeup on, there are still people out there who actually look good in that situation. To me, that is beauty. If you can walk down the street and have your hair blown every which way and still look good, you're beautiful. You shouldn't have to brush your hair every five seconds or apply makeup liberally throughout the day. Unfortunately, I don't think I have any of these qualities, so bleh. I look nice sometimes, don't get me wrong, but...aw fuck it.