- ah, how the title of this entry should say "my non existing photogenic genes," because they really do not exist. My creator seemed to have misplaced my photogenic genes for everyone else in my extended family takes far better pictures than I. It is almost as if I was raised with natural born models. Not models in the sense that they are picture perfect, everyone has thier "flaws," but models towards the meaning that they really have no problems with bad pictures. The last weekend of July I went to the county fair with my family. A few times we walked past this old time photo booth. I made a jokingly remark to my father about doing a family picture. He laughed. The second time we passed it, he seemed more interested, but my sister had not met up with us yet, therefore not a family picture with only 4. Then jaime did come, and we walked by it again. My father asked the guy for prices, after the guy quoted 50 dollars for all of us in one picture my dad said, "lets go." we all were shocked that my father would want to do such a thing. For those who know my immediate family members would agree with me that they are not the type to do these sorts of things. For those who dont- imagine my rather big, red-necked/hoosier wannabe construction working father with my quiet, expressionless mother, my short, thin light blonde, busy 11 year old brother and my blonde, perfect skinned, "jewish princess" 17 year old sister with me; the awkward proportioned, ratty haired 21 year old. The problem with me is not really with me, its just that in every picture of mine, I look drunk. I always half these half open eyes, or a stare ready to kill the viewer, my face glows bright red when the flash hits it and the cute tilt I sometimes do with my head turns out looking like someone took my head off of my neck and put it back on at an angle of 57 degrees to make me look like a freak. My best feature is my hair, but dont count on my hair to perform for pictures, no it will automatically frizz out when someone pulls out a camera, sometimes I have this frizzed out peice just extending from the side of my head, looking like it is ready to take off. And when I pull it back I come off looking like I am hispanic. Yes, I truly am the alien in the family. The only like feature that I share with my other family members are my eyes. We all have bulging out pure blue eyes. That might be it. I really do not look like my mother, maybe I have another mother? They always joked with me saying Im an alien, or I was switched at the hospital....hmmm....nah.
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shandar | 3:55 AM
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