You know, I really don't like taking pictures of myself with a real camera, not even with photobooth all the time. I just like remembering days where I felt pretty as stupid as that sounds. How ridiculous is it to find a place to stand/sit and pose or look like I'm not posing, then find a shelf or other hard surface in my squished room to set my big camera on, make sure the spot I'll be in is in the frame, focus it then set the self timer and run back and look like it was TOTES KANDID. From now on I'm just going to take those mirror shots, not the slutty girl ones though. Or just not at all. Um, we may just move to Colorado Springs and my dad will try to find a job after getting there. Or they will split up, it varies day to day on that issue. Or we will end up somewhere really crappy becuase he got a job there. We were supposed to be packed up in the middle of this month. I taped the tips of my fingers to keep from picking at my nails. It's awkward. Oh and I got new glasses because I fell in love with Rachel's in The Family Stone. Oh and this is the 4th day in a row I've worn a dress or skirt. Wow.