So earlier on this week I had my photo shoot for the school yearbook. I hate photo shoots because of last year's traumatic experience. Last time, they had this "community brush", as I like to call it, which everyone uses to fix their hair. When I saw that brush all I can think of was how many people actually used it and what was on their heads.... dandruff (eww), lice (sick), dirt.... Who knows? Then when it was my turn the photographer had many problems with me. Sure I know I'm not photogenic but is it really necessary for him to fix my hair and my shirt? I don't like him touching my hair. No touchy-touchy, is my motto. My friend was there and she started bursting out in giggles and since it was so contagious, I laughed my head off as well. That photo shoot was a long and funny experience. But I hated it because of that guy. :(
This year we had a different photographer (maybe the last one went as he disliked me as much I disliked him) and I thought This is Year it's going to be different to fret! Boy oh boy how wrong was I?! It was pretty much worse. Now this guy did the exact same thing, so I told him, out loud, not to touch me. So he bugged off, he looked clearly annoyed (apparently I have this special quality towards photographers, don't I?) with me. And yes my friend was there too and so was another girl who called another and all three laughed there heads off with me. My stomach hurts just looking at their faces. Then he told me to show my smile since I was "hiding" it and to put my chin down and to the right. I got annoyed. Very annoyed. Irritated. So after a year of bottling up my resentment towards a similar guy and staying quiet the last time I met a photographer I shouted (in the most polite way a shout could be) I can't help if my lips are thin! Which is very true because, yes, I do have thin lips. I can't help it. I'm not inserting botox or something because I've got such thin lips... Eventually I was done with the shoot and from then onwards.... I hate photographers that my school picks. That fiasco made me make my decision...
Now ending this post on a more happier tone, the Taylor Swift Safe and Sound came out this Monday! Here it is:
This year we had a different photographer (maybe the last one went as he disliked me as much I disliked him) and I thought This is Year it's going to be different to fret! Boy oh boy how wrong was I?! It was pretty much worse. Now this guy did the exact same thing, so I told him, out loud, not to touch me. So he bugged off, he looked clearly annoyed (apparently I have this special quality towards photographers, don't I?) with me. And yes my friend was there too and so was another girl who called another and all three laughed there heads off with me. My stomach hurts just looking at their faces. Then he told me to show my smile since I was "hiding" it and to put my chin down and to the right. I got annoyed. Very annoyed. Irritated. So after a year of bottling up my resentment towards a similar guy and staying quiet the last time I met a photographer I shouted (in the most polite way a shout could be) I can't help if my lips are thin! Which is very true because, yes, I do have thin lips. I can't help it. I'm not inserting botox or something because I've got such thin lips... Eventually I was done with the shoot and from then onwards.... I hate photographers that my school picks. That fiasco made me make my decision...
Now ending this post on a more happier tone, the Taylor Swift Safe and Sound came out this Monday! Here it is:
I know it's not official but you can't see the official one outside the US. Sucks I know. One thing that's sad about the video is that Taylor looks like an older version of Prim, if she had survived. Also I'm guessing that house she visited is Katniss's house. If I'm right, I can't wait to tell you guys I Told You So!
So have you ever had a bad photo day? Tell me about it in the comments section below.
Until next time,
Ni sa
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