Someone, and I’m not going to say who, tagged me in an evil, mean internet catch-you-with-your-pants-down (metaphorically, of course) game whereupon you must take a picture of yourself immediately once you see that you’ve been tagged.  I suppose the point of this is get candid photos of people where they look less than fabulous when they haven’t yet had a chance to primp themselves up for the camera.  I also suppose there is some sort of deep, insightful statement about inner beauty or some such nonsense hidden somewhere in this cruel game.  The ironic part of this is that the individual who tagged me gave us forewarning of what was going to happen and told us to go brush our hair before reading any further and finding out which of us was tagged to humiliate ourselves before the internet.  I refused the line that was tossed me, because I did not think for one minute that I would be tagged.  GUESS WHO’S LAUGHING NOW.  (Hint: not me.)  I suppose it’s not that big of a deal, because it’s not like I brush my hair more than once a day anyway, nor do I really ever use makeup.  However, I am not a photogenic individual, and this required you to take one photo and post it.  Add onto the fact that someone caught me on the one day I wear glasses (I hate appearing in public in glasses), and I was even less happy about photographing myself and showing you all.  However, I sucked it up, said a very quick prayer that the first picture would not make me look like the stuff children’s nightmares are made of.  Fortunately, I don’t look hideous:

However, it just seemed wrong to me that I should actually take a decent picture on the first try, prayer or not.  So, I chose to indulge She Who Shall Not Be Named who said that I do not post enough pictures of myself and poke fun at the fact that she seems to think I’m pretty.  So, for your viewing displeasure, I present to you the second photo I took:

It may surprise you to know that I am single.  It also may surprise you to know that I am in grad school.  I know, I know–beauty AND brains, you say?  Yes, I’m afraid it’s true.  Life is so unfair.

Finally, one last photograph.  This one was inspired by my having to take a picture of myself on the one day that I wore glasses, and it seems to sum up my feelings on the matter fairly concisely.  I would like to dedicate it to the lovely individual who tagged me.  I call it Lindsay’s Angry Face.

You wouldn’t like me when I’m angry.

I, like most people, enjoy candid & hilarious pictures of everyone who is not me.  So, that being said, let’s just say I tag you.  That way, if you feel so inclined to participate and make my day, you may do so.  If you do, leave me a comment to let me know.  (In case I miss it on my feed reader or do not have you on my feed reader, but let’s just say it’s the first)  If you would rather have your teeth drilled than deign to entertain me with a photograph of you as you are at this moment, that’s fine, too.  I won’t know whether you read this or not, and we can all coexist quite happily.

If interested, here are the guidelines/rules/limitations set forth in an attempt to get you as unattractive as possible:

1. Take a picture of yourself right now.
2. No primping or preparing.
3. Just snap a picture.
4. Load the picture onto your blog.
5. Tag some people to play along.

Have fun!