I'm still alive....barely.

**sobs hysterically**
Life is so terribly cruel and unfair! Oh, why me?! I'm in the depths of despair. "I shall never love again..."(no, wait, that doesn't apply.) Dad and Jimmy are leaving tonight for San Francisco, where they will visit our good friends the Frone family, play volleyball, go ice skating, and enjoy all manner of wholesome entertainment....and I'm not coming! *sniffles* It's all because I still have to pass my CHSPE...the math section. Ugh. Between the hours of 9:00 p.m. tonight until 7:00 a.m. Saturday morning, I will be throwing myself a pity party. Please come, as I would appreciate your support through this very difficult time.



In other not-so-tragic news...



Em and I spent the day together last Saturday, and we got a little bored. What better way to pass the time than to take some romantic, victorianesque portraits? I'm no good behind the camera, but Em seemed to think that I had some potential in front of it. WARNING: If you are not particularly partial to romantic, victorianesque portrait pictures... don't keep reading. It's for your own good. :) I shan't be held responsible for convulsions, acute upper airway obstruction, headaches, nausea, or any other unpleasentries that might occur when some people view sappy, girly pictures without first mentally preparing themselves for the trauma ahead.

Now that I've gotten rid of most of the gentlemen readers, if not all, ladies you may proceed. Thanks, Em, for all of these lovely shots.
I love the lighting, it was gorgeous. Look at me go! I managed to look pensive.



Em told me to play with my hair...so I did. I like it. :) (Not my hair, silly, the picture.)

Yes, I'm TOTALLY thinking about something with chocolate. Or cheesecake. Or both.

Just sitting. It was such a beautiful windy day. :)

Em managed to get me looking kind of melancholic. I normally don't suffer from melancholy...hyperactivity, yes...but not melancholy.

Don't mess with me. ..." I'll do you in, I'll do your family in, I'll do your whole lineage in...your whole race! Wait, no, scratch that...that's too many people. " lol. I forget where that's from.

Ah yes. And here we come to...the pout. You've no idea how many spankings I've gotten myself out of, and into, with this face. Dad's an old softie...but Mom's tough as nails. :P

It took forever to get my hair out of my face. "Quick! Take a picture! The wind's not blowing it all over my lip gloss!!!"

This picture is hysterical... Em probably told me to do something dramatic...

Me: "What? No way!" And, before I could arrange my features into something less dorky, she snapped this picture.

This is all the posing I can do...plop my chin into my palm. For the life of me I can't understand those pictures where the girl is smelling a rose and getting that faraway look in her eyes, as if the mists of time have suddenly parted; the fragrance helping her remember someone long forgotten. PUH-LEASE! There's a reason those photos aren't popular anymore. Even girls started feeling nauseous...to say nothing of all the guys in the ICU. All that sap is quite unnecessary. Penny for my thoughts.

My pout...again. I'm telling you I've been working on perfecting this for years. *cough* Needs more work.

And this is a picture of...wait...Jimmy and RICKY?! How did th-- Oh, yes...Ricky and Jimmy had nothing better to do, so they came around to our little corner of the park, and proceeded to become insufferably annoying versions of their exceedingly annoying selves. Photographic art does not thrive under the scrutiny of two..eh..."punks" who can't appreciate it.

Heehee...I'm such a dork. :)

Ahh....the wind blowing through my hair, the sun shining...how incredibly egotistic of me to post all these great pictures of me on my blog.

I had to do a couple of silly ones...there's only so much emotion a girl can muster up before having a nervous breakdown. The reason I don't have my glasses on, is because they transition. Apparently, Victorian dresses and sunglasses don't go together all that well.

I asked Em a question....and she answered with some funny response that I didn't quite believe...and then I made the above "real" face. I have trouble smiling genuinely in pictures. Normally, I look like I'm suffering from severe indigestion. Em's great. Hire her...she can make anyone look good. ~My ever loving brother voices his opinion~ "But Lo, you DO look like you have indigestion!" *He giggle-snorts out of the room*

Ooh....dramatic. I like that angle...notice how it looks like I don't have a double chin? Em's a genius.

So that was Saturday...and I've run out of things to say. And, of course, I'm still devastated over the fact that can't go see my friends.

~a pause of about 5 minutes ensues as Lois throws a hissy fit over the injustice of it all~

*blows nose hard*

I'll get over it...maybe. Just *sniffs* come to my party.