Well I guess I can't complain, my immune system decided to be nice to me and wait until immediately after I took my senior portaits for me to get miserably sick. But typical me, I decide not to get some rest so that I will be somewhat healthy when I get back to school on monday. No, instead I spend my entire saturday helping a friend of mine run a 4-H event that she has been planning for the past year. So, when I got home I had exhausted myself so much that when I went to go lay down fro a few minutes, I ended up falling asleep for 3 hours. Then when I woke up at like 9:30 I listened to music for another hour or two and then went to bed, again. according to my mom I slept for about 14 hours. And today I feel a lot worse than I did before, ehh... I guess I deserve it.
So, to my story. I had my portaits done on Friday, and 3:15, but I started getting ready for them at 5:00 the day before.
I know. Crazy right?! Trust me, that is not something that is normal for me. But considering that that senior portraits are the second most important pictures you take in your life behind wedding photos, I was really scared. I had good reason to, for girls, the way your hair looks is a crucial part of whether of not your picture can be determined as a good or not. And my hair is, well... uncontrollable and certainly not portrait worthy. I had already been growing my hair out for a year just for the purpose of those pictures. After many panicked conversations with my mom, she decided that she would take me to our hair dresser and have her do my hair for the pictures. Both of us are completely useless when it comes to styling. So I made an appointment for the day before since she didnt have anything open on the day of. I wanted my hair to have pretty loose curls. So in order for that to happen, they had to be curled tightly the night before and periodically pulled out. This also meant I had to pin it up to sleep on. Well, I can't say sleep, because that certainly didn't happen. More like lay down with your eyes closed and pretend like you're comfortable.
Friday itself was impossibly long. Honestly i felt as if I had lived three days all in one. It was even an early day and I still felt like I was going on for an eternity. I was a nervous wreck all day. I couldn't figure out why I was freaking out about going to school, I had no tests, it was my better block day, and I was wearing a really cute outfit. But for some reason I felt so self-consious about how I looked it was ridiculous. I ended up contributing it to a number of factors:
1) That being more of a tomboy, wearing a pencil skirt, frilly top and having fancy hair unnerved me.
2) I really don't like bringing attention to myself, and considering I looked nothing like I normally did... I got a lot of looks and compliments.
3) I really just wanted to wear a pair of sweats and an old tshirt so that I could calm down
4) I was starting to feel the oncommings of a cold, which I was praying would hold off until the day was over.
And right when I was beginning to calm down, Briana had to freak me out... all over again. hurray. It started when she threatened that since I looked so nice I needed to talk to a certain someone that day, and that she was going to tell him to meet me after school. I told her no... but was still all shaken up through my last class. Then of course once school ended she told me that he had his appointment right before mine. That did it. I was terrified. I had a little over two hours to spare and all I could do was panick. I was constantly checking my hair, tugging at my clothes, checking my phone for the time, and trying to calm myself down. I did manage to calm myself down long enough to put on makeup, which again, is not something that I normally do. My fears had shifted from having a bad protrait to figuring out what the hell I was going to do if he saw me. Wasn't entirely ready to fully admit that though...
Briana was coming with me to the portrait studio as we were having a movie night with a couple other people that night anyway. So we got there, and I was trying my best to remain as calm as possible.... and then I walked in the door. There he was sitting in the back corner, and I found myself no longer focusing on trying to stay calm, but merely trying not to collapse. It didn't help that the lady behind the counter was on the phone and in no hurry to get off. Meanwhile, Briana was busy quietly pointing him out to my mom... who wasnt picking up on the hints. and once she did.. (according to Briana) she got this dissapointed look on her face. Thanks a lot mom...
So yeah, I managed to get the business part of everything done without anything embarrassing happening. I was taken to the other waiting room and while I was sitting there with that black velvet shawl thing restricting all arm movement, I couldn't help it, I was casting a few sideways glances. A few of which I caught him looking at me, and vice versa. The last time, I looked over and then he saw me, got a little smile on his face... I turned away and then couldn't help smiling myself. And then I looked over again... and he had gotten up, and walked over the the waiting room I was in. He sat down next to this other guy who he was waiting for and started talking about something random. And I was dying to say something, I needed to say something. I couldn't be sitting right there next to him and not say something, especially since it had been so long and I needed some excuse to break the silence between us... And of course, it was at that moment when the photographer called me in to take the pictures.
I was so frazzled it took me a while to calm down, and the photographer was so nice, he kept trying to calm me down telling me there was nothing to worry about. My pictures looked really good though, at least I had that to be happy about. Otherwise I was sort of in a daze for a while.
I was glad to have my friends over that night though, even with the crazy amount of teasing and threatening that I HAVE to talk to him on monday. I still spend a good amount of time gorging on comfort food.
So yeah, I'm not exactly sure what the point of this was, a chance to vent a little? I'm sure it doesn't make the most sense, since being sick is making my brain all fuzzy.
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