The most excellent (worst) driver license picture ever.

The guy said I could retake it.

But there was this woman before that was embarrassing . . . she got her picture taken, and then, "Oh my gosh. You CANNOT make that my picture. My hair looks horrible."

Then, "My hair looks like crap today?" The guy that works at the DMV smiled indulgently and said, "No it doesn't." And I don't know what happened after that, but she went on for a few minutes. 

So when it was my turn, he said, "Smile!" And this is what I came up with:

I had previously determined I would smile without showing my teeth, but apparently something is wrong with my mouth, and only half of it actually smiles when I do that. 

Hmm.

Compare to my old picture:

Well, you know. . . what can you do, except laugh?

Ha. Haha. I can't wait to see the real thing.

Stalker? You decide.

Sometimes I look at photos on Facebook of beautiful, ordinary friends of friends. Or blogs, for that matter. But I don't actually know them. I find it fascinating regardless.

Sometimes, though, when I'm on a computer in the library or something, I get to thinking. What if they walk up behind me? And they just happen to look at my computer? And then they see a picture of self? And then they look at me? And then they begin to feel creeped out?

Yeah. Be careful about the photos . . . you never know who's watching.

weird.

I just saw this story in the newspaper.

"Woman jailed for 'killing'"

TOKYO (AP) — A 43-year-old player in a
virtual game world became so angry about
her divorce from her online husband that
she logged on with his password and killed
his digital persona, police said Thursday.
The woman, who has been jailed on
suspicion of illegally accessing a computer
and manipulating electronic data, used his
ID and password to log onto the popular
interactive game “Maple Story” to carry out
the virtual murder in May, a police official
in the northern city of Sapporo said. He
spoke on condition of anonymity because of
department policy.
“I was suddenly divorced, without a word
of warning. That made me so angry,” the official
quoted her as telling investigators and
admitting the allegations.
The woman, a piano teacher, had not plotted
any revenge in the real world, the official
said. She has not yet been formally charged.
If convicted, she could face up to five years
in prison or a fine up to $5,000.

Theives, the lot of them!

I have this bad habit sometimes of using my bike (Rachel's bike) to get to a place I'm going (campus for example), and then finding some other way home.

Walking.

Getting a ride.

Never going home. . .

A little more than a week ago, I rode my back to Macey's. Tim met me there and I left my bike locked up in the bike racket near the entrance.

I picked it up Sunday. As I hoisted it into the trunk of the car, I noticed something slightly awry. It took me a few seconds before I realized that it wouldn't be possible to ride this bike.

The seat was gone.

Camelbaks and Longs Drugs.

Picture it . . . (oh, wait, you don't have to) . . . The glorious Camelbak water bottle. It is probably the best invention ever. No, not probably. Definitively.

When I was in third grade, we did a project where we had to come up with an original invention. Mine was a straw connected to the top of a baby bottle. (I think I was still sucking my thumb at the time. I admittedly forfeited Barbies and thumb-sucking at a comparatively late age. )

My invention didn't work too well. Which is why I'm not rich now. But Camelbak came to me in my moment of need.

Try (pause for dramatic effect) adult pacifier plus water at your convenience. It can't get better than this, girls and boys.

Perks? You don't have to tip the bottle. Despite some indiscreet leaking, there is no possibility of spillage. You don't even need hands (although I wouldn't recommend carrying around the bottle in your teeth; I've tried it, and it's not the best idea).

I also drink more water than a pack horse. (Appropriate comparison?) Ask any of my friends from high school what they remember about me most and they'll probably say something about water bottles, and maybe that annoying head-pushing stage. (But we'll just pretend that never happened.) The point is, I like water. Hydrate or Die, it's your choice.

End of story. Camelbak's new-ish water bottle is, simply put, the best thing ever.

Also, I ordered a textbook online and received a surprise inside. It's a video membership card for Longs Drugs in San Anselmo, CA, belonging to someone named Sir Francis Drake. I believe this person's existence is fraudulent (see the real deal here), but if Sir Francis Drake happens to come across this blog, I want to tell him that I still have his membership card, and am holding onto it valiantly, in the advent of his video rental need. (Comma count in previous sentence: 4)