Let's call it a day.

I got off early today from school (12: 50?); but I didn't get home until 4:00 P.M.

Right after school, my mom picked me up and took me to Costco (my favorite store on Earth... seriously... free sample food that can get you really full? yeah... that's how great it is) for my passport picture. Oh jolly!

You know how no one can never look good on a passport picture? (Well maybe not everybody, those photogenic freaks out there... (ok that's mean... I'm the freak.) and Tyra Banks. Remember that one ANTM episode?) Well, to top me looking like a bloated balloon with slanted eyes, I had just ran a mile right before that (for P.E./dance). Imangie this a red, chubby cheeked, round faced, slanted eyes, with messy, sweaty hair pulled back into a "mom-perfect" (which makes me look like a 40-year-old... no offense to mom) ponytail. Not a pretty picture at all...
Sorry mom, I don't have a perfect long face with elegant cheeckbones like you! My face isn't fit into that kind of hairstyle!

Oh that brings me to this random conversation between me and my mom during 10th grade registration day...

Mom: Jennie! Open your eyes! *Speaks to the photographer* Another picture please.
Jennie: *Groans* *Fake smile*
Mom: Open your eyes Jennie! Your eyes, too small! Another one, she looks bad here.
Jennie: Mom! Just let them take the picture!
Mom: *Makes hand gestures in the way I should pose and smile* Smile! Bigger eyes!
Jennie: *Does big eyes with huge smile-- looks like a freaking physchotic Asian Chuckie*
Mom: No! Natural smile! Open eyes!
Jennie: Jesus mom! You gave me these eyes!

Mom, the perfectionist. That day we were only allowed 1 take. My mom asked for at least 5.(During the passport picture, she came over 10 times to fix my hair and collar and shirt and head and face. The guy kept looking over at his waiting long next line of customers)

So afterwards, I had this audition for this musical (Urinetown... yep, you saw right... "Urine-town") I competely screwed up because I wasn't prepared. I wasn't going to audition until my friend heard me sing and was like,"You have to audition!" (I personally don't think that my singing is all that wonderful, I think she was trying to make me feel better).