GPOMyself.

The blogging paradox: the longer you go without posting, the greater the pressure to post something good, but the less likely you are to have something proportionately great to say.

It's the last day of finals and I have an exam and two papers left; it's a perfectly reasonable time to post here, no?

...psyche. (I'm bringing back '90s slang! Word up.) If you read that first paragraph above, you should have realized that it functions as disclaimer for the fact that I have nothing of value to share here. That said, here are some gratuitous pictures of myself over the past semester, courtesy of Photobooth and the inability to focus on academic work for any reasonable (read: longer than 30 minutes) period of time:

Great sweater, or GREATEST sweater? Please note the chicken on the bottom left, and the pie on the upper right. Verdict: GREATEST sweater. (Little itchy, though.)

I got a haircut, then it rained, then I made this stupid looking face and for some reason, adjusted the exposure levels of a webcam picture. I really have no explanation.

I would like to draw attention to the fact that I successfully "did" my hair (what a weird expression) here, but I don't blame you if you're distracted by my painful inability to smile symmetrically. Cross "print ad model for lipstick companies" off my list of potential careers.

#myhipsterlife

"Crushed by the weight of expectations?"

These took an embarrassingly long time.

Do I look unhappy? Because I am. This picture is from about 20 minutes ago. (P.S. I made that scarf.)

I hate pictures of myself. Why did I do this?