like most people. i don't like having my picture taken. i like to be the picture taker. but tomorrow i have to go to a meeting for the grant. i called and rsvp'd and talked to the nice woman:

nice woman: oh. we're so glad you're coming
me: umm. thanks (always my witty self)
nice woman: we didn't mention in the letter about what you should wear, but there will be photographers there.
me: *gulp* oh, ok. no problem.
nice woman: i am not sure if they are going to be able to take the head shots wednesday or if you will have to come back in for those. they are going to want to use them for the paper and on campus for promotion.
me: ...

ok, a couple of snapshots are one thing. but headshots? oh i think not. so today will be spent, not studying for finals (although who am i kidding, i wasn't going to study anyway!) but rushing around getting roots done (umm, natural blond really ;) ) and finding something to wear that doesn't make me look like my mother or a 14 yr old hooker.

oh, and a stop at the store to pick up this

there will be a showing at 3:30. popcorn will be served.