So I don’t really like the little picture that is my icon for WordPress. It’s official name is “Gravatar” something something. Whatever. I don’t like my little picture thingy.
I would like to change said picture. How am I supposed to blog confidently when I constantly worry about what people will say about my teeny tiny (almost too small to really see) picture?
Wow. I don’t think I can follow this girl’s blog because I don’t like that picture. (Yes, I know it’s an eyesore.)
What is that? It looks like some bad Instagram photo. (That’s because it is.)
Why is she wearing a wedding dress? I thought this girl was only 19. (I found it at a thrift store and thought it was cool, okay?!)
Well, I apologize, readers. It was the most current photo of me that was acceptable enough to put on such a public forum. Thank you for reading my blog despite my ill-chosen picture. I’m here to let you know I’m working on changing it.
I perused my Facebook in search of a potential picture. It proved rather difficult, as certain guidelines must be met.
- It has to be flattering. Ok, ok. So I’m vain. What of it? I don’t want people thinking I’m ugly! There’s nothing wrong with that…
- It can’t be lame. In most of my pictures I’m just standing there, smiling lamely. No one wants to see that. They’ll think I’m boring. My picture needs to be awesome and fun. I need ‘stache glasses like GoJulesGo.
- It needs to be relatively recent. I can’t choose a picture from three years ago. I already look younger than I am, so why further the impression that I’m 16?
- Other people can’t exactly be in it. Then you’d all be confused about who I actually am.
- I just have to like it. I’m a girl. We’re picky. Sometimes I don’t like a picture of me for no apparent reason at all. It’s probably hormones or something.
All those qualifications lead me to very few pictures. You would think that having 561 Facebook photos would make this relatively easy. But to no avail, reader. However, I’ve come up with a solution. I shall let my faithful readers vote on the new face of La Vie Selon Emily.
Provided will be my commentary on each picture, including it’s pros and cons.
This is Salvador Dali and me. As you can see, I am channeling my inner Dali, making this picture fail qualification 1, but passing qualification 2. It’s about a year or so old, but the only noticeable difference between Dali-Emily and Current-Emily is that my hair is much shorter. And obviously, the fact that good ol’ Salvador is in the photo shouldn’t confuse my readers, as Salvador Dali is not a young girl.
This picture semi-passes qualification 3, as I graduated only one year ago. I’d say graduating from high school isn’t lame, therefore it passes qualification 2.
On this day, I went to the shooting range with my dad. Yes, I know it is stereotypically southern, but I won’t deny my roots just for you people. They had zombie targets, so I was pretty much a zombie killing machine. I just like the story behind this picture, because it doesn’t really pass any of the qualifications except 3, and maybe 1.
This picture displays my responsible citizenship, as I voted for the first time this day. My sticker says “I’m a Georgia voter.” So basically, I’m kind of important. It’s not that old, because I haven’t been old enough to vote for very long.
This may not be the most flattering picture, but it just might be my favorite. I feel like it shows my personality the most. It shows my love of knitting (I’m making socks in this picture). It shows that I’m cold-natured, as I’m wearing two sweaters. It shows that I like to sit criss-cross applesauce no matter the circumstance, and despite the fact that I’m almost 20.
Now that I feel thoroughly conceited and prideful since this post is filled with pictures of me, I would oh so appreciate it if you lovely people could vote on your favorite. The winner shall be my little picture thingy.
Au bout du fossé, la culbute,