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Day 88 (278) – Picture Perfect (… riiiiight)

I spent a good portion of tonight working on the About Me section of the blog. I realized that some people may find their way to this blog, and have no idea who I am.  So take a look if you want to find out more about me or this blog.

As part of the above section, I decided I needed a picture that would capture the essence of the blog (you can find it on the page). I don’t know about you, but there is nothing more humbling than trying to take a quality picture of yourself.  I must have taken over 100 pictures trying to find one I liked (thank God for digital cameras, that would’ve required more film than an Asian tour group – that was for you Clara). And like they say, a picture is worth a thousand words… all of them pointing out your flaws.

The problem is that I’m not very photogenic. Some people might call that “ugliness,” but I just like to say I’m bad at taking pictures. My biggest roadblock to a good picture is that I don’t know how to smile – I guess I missed that day in kindergarten where they taught you. I know the mechanics of smiling (raise the corners of your mouth and show your teeth), but I haven’t found a way to do it without looking like a douchebag.

The other problem with my pictures is that they highlight the fact that I don’t have great skin – complexion or otherwise. Unfortunately I’ve yet to reach that whole “puberty” thing, so I still get pimples. Though, I’ve realized I only seem to get them around my mouth. Which is great, because then it just looks like mouth herpes (and yes, I’m sure they’re just pimples).

But despite all that, I’m still cocky enough to take headshots and post them for people to see, so ha! Take that, self.

You ever do that? Argue with yourself? I do it all the time when I go to bed. I lay down to go to sleep, and then gradually my body starts to whisper “Drew, you have to go to the bathroom.” “Shut up, body. I went 10 minutes ago.” Then a few more minutes go by, “Drew, come on, you know you have to go.”

D: “No, no I don’t. I refuse to accept that I have to pee already.”
B: “Oh come on Drew, would I lie to you?”
D: “Yes, body, you would. Or did you forget about that time at Taco Bell when you told me that I’d have no problem with 2 burritos, a nacho supreme, a mexican pizza and a couple of packets of hot sauce.  I believe you’ll recall happened later that night.”
B: “Oh come on, that was one time.  How was I supposed to know that the digestive system would react that way?  Trust me.”
D: “You know what, if you have to pee so bad, then just go. That’s right, just pee on yourself.”
B: “You don’t really mean that.”
D: “Yes, I do. Be like Nike, just do it.”
B: … … …
D: “Dammit, fine, I’ll go.”

And of course I’ll get up, go all the way to the bathroom, and … nothing.  “Damn you, body… dammmmmnnnnn yooooouuuu!”