An Exercise in Narcissism? Possibly.

We finally got around to taking my pictures for the photo collage I'm making for my room.  It's going to have a portrait of each of us girls.  I like to pretend that the reason that this photoshoot didn't happen earlier is because there wasn't anybody at home to take my picture when I was available to have my picture taken.  I think the real reason is that I've become a bit particular about how my pictures look and I don't like not being in control.  I think this is probably a sign of some larger underlying trust issues.  Hmmmmm.  

Anyway, all the pictures in today's post are of me and taken by Lindsey.  

I was confused as to why *I* wasn't the one behind the camera.  *whiny voice* "But *I'm* the photographer. . . .Why can't *I* take the pictures?"

Oh, the *other* thing, I'm bad at modeling.  I never know what to do.  "Hey, let's see what happens when I turn my head to the side!"  Guess what, you get a picture of yourself with your head turned to the side.  Yup.  

Oh, guess who has a snaggletooth.  Guess.  ME, obviously.  You can see it if you click and make this picture bigger. 

 Moving on. . . 

Oh, look, I'm confused. Again.  I'm often confused.  Ask anyone, they'll tell you. 

A-WHA, do you see my raised eyebrow?  Do you?  I don't even know what it's doing.  Probably wandering off without proper supervision, as usual.

I don't even like this one.**  I just put it up because, as Lindsey was telling everyone (meaning two people) earlier, I'm in a *really* weird mood today.  In fact, I'll probably come back later and delete this post, so read it QVICKLY (yes, I spelled it that way INTENTIONALLY.) while it's still HERE.

I don't think that these posts are good for my self image.  I think I'll stick to posting pictures of other people from now on. 

**You know what I *do* like?  Huh, do ya?  My owl necklace.  I like it lots.  So does Brooke. . .but she can't have it.