Passport Picture from... (well, you get the idea)

I'm so very sad because I have some pictures that I desperately wish I could share, and even had them put on a CD for that express purpose, but do not have the technological abilities to do so. :( All you wonderful friends of mine who are infinitely smarter than me, please feel free to help.



Melissa and I went to Dothan today to turn in my passport application, and we found out that I'm actually going to have to go to New Orleans to ensure that I can get it in time. That's a good and a bad thing, I suppose. On the one hand, we HAVE to go to New Orleans, on the other hand, it will require money (which I have so little of these days) and time (which she has so little of these days). Not to mention the fact that I no longer have a car, and her car would feel too pressured at the prospect of a ten hour (total) trip. Any ideas? I'm trying to make "calling-dad-to-ask-him-to-rent-a-car-for-me" the LAST resort that it really is, but the reality is that we're college students, of one kind or another. Between the two of us, we know enough kind of compassionate people that I'm sure we could find someone who would let us borrow their car, but their car (more than likely) isn't in any better shape than hers is.



In other news, I have been extraordinarily productive today. I was up at (GASP) 7:20 this morning, so that Melissa and I could go to Dothan together. It's been a LONG time since I've been up that early. Anyway, we spent the morning in Dothan, I got my passport picture taken (which is so horrible it is really quite unspeakable - truly, the words do not exist to tell you how absolutely wretched the picture is). The lady that was taking it was...strangely not helpful, also. She just stood there holding the camera-thingy (it was a camera of course, but shaped very strangely) and made conversation with me until I made the hideous face that she managed to capture for all time in the form of my passport picture. I got my hopes up, as she was trimming them, that perhaps that would make my head look smaller (doesn't make sense, I know, but it did at the time) and she said, "No, it still looks just as bad" or something equally not-so-nice but perhaps more descriptive and I'm just too embarrassed to put her actual words here. Nonetheless, Melissa assured me that all passport photos are terrible, but I just kept on looking at it and asking, "Please tell me...do I really look like this all the time?" And I assure you, it wasn't from vanity that I asked such a question - rather out of compassion (for those around me, that is).



Anyway, I have also done about three loads of laundry, got our film developed at Wal-Mart, and cleaned up the living room some. I feel much better now. I said last night that I was starting to feel like Melissa's bipolar lazy "wife," because she works, two jobs every day usually, and comes home just to hear of my emotional experience of the day, and the apt. is in the exact same condition as she left. But not today! :)



I'm really so sad about the pictures being outside the realm of my capabilities - they're both so very cute! Anyway, hopefully someone can grant me some help. And I do hope you are all doing wonderful.