I had an interview at the Cookie Store earlier this week.  If I get the job I might get to work with my buddies Maja and Amanda, so that'll be neat.

Urgh.  My senior pictures are next friday.  I'm nervous.  Know why?

Because I'm doing all this stuff to prepare and I'm afraid that I'll just make it worse.  For instance, I'm going to use those whitening strips on my teeth.  They seem pretty easy not to mess up, but I am the girl who almost gave herself chemical burns with Veet.

I'm getting new clothes in the few days before, because that's the only time my grandmother can take me shopping.  Shopping isn't exactly my dad's deal, and my mom doesn't exactly have a healthy bank account.  So there you have it.  I'm afraid that we won't be able to find anything in the right size or that looks like  decent human being might wear it.  Because you know, that's the sort of thing that tends to happen to me when I go shopping.

I need to get a tan because I'm still pasty white.  Knowing me, I'll lay out too long or not use strong enough SPF and I'll turn myself into a human lobster.

My biggest worry is that I'm getting a haircut tomorrow afternoon.  Now, only once in my life have I gotten a seriously traumatizing haircut - I was nine years old, and the dumb girl cutting my hair thought "shoulder length" and "ear length" were the same thing.

Anyways.

I'm afraid of mutilating my hair and not being able to do anything about it before my pictures.

Also, I can't go get my hair done up all perdy the day of the picture because my session is at 8 A-friggin-M.  I can't think of any salons that are open at 8 AM, let alone before 8 AM.  I'm not very hair savvy myself, and I'm only remotely reasonable at putting on my own makeup (I wear it maybe thrice a year).

Bottom line, I'm nervous.  I'm not exactly the world's most photogenic person and I'm afraid of making myself even less photogenic.

AGH.

No fun.