Working on figuring out how to use my new camera. It'll be nice to finally have access to a real one when I need one. When doing some further cleaning out of the junk in my room today, I discovered a bag full of disposable cameras I never got developed. I'm curious as to what's on them all; God only knows how old they are. It'd be awfully expensive to get them developed all at once, so maybe I'll do them one at a time and discover what all they're from. Might be fun, remembering the occasions on which I took the pictures.
Perhaps it's my inordinate personal vanity-- one of my most stubborn failings --but I have a fixation with how I look in pictures. I'm convinced I am the least photogenic person on the planet, except maybe for my grandma. My Gigi was an adorable tiny woman, but I never met anybody who looked less like herself in photos. I must have inherited that quality from her. Some people say that for them the camera adds ten pounds, and luckily that's never been my problem, but my skin always looks oily and discolored and my hair always seems to be flat. It's very shallow of me to care so much, but it bothers me that I always seems to photograph so badly. I mean, God knows I like the way I look in real life, but I hate that my pictures don't really look like me-- or at least, I hope they don't.
So I'm hoping to figure out how to use the automatic function on the camera and try to take a picture of myself that actually looks like me, or at least one that I don't hate. I know, I know, how very self-absorbed of me. But it'll be nice to have a photo of myself that I don't despise.