The Agony of the Driver's License Mugshot

Soo I finally decided to quit procrastinating and renew my driver's license today, since it expires tomorrow. Nothing like a little procrastination. =)

I got up at the bright hour of 9 am (we all know after the week I had, I could have slept until noon).
I took a shower, did my hair, picked out a cute outfit, fixed my makeup, and made my way to the DMV. I was NOT going to have a picture like the last one. You know the, "eh I'll wear sweatpants and a t-shirt-, barely touch my hair, and slap on a little makeup" look that seems to happen to everyone when they're 16, excited about getting a license, and don't think about the fact that they're going to be carrying this hideous picture in their wallet for the next 5 years.

Anyway, that was NOT going to be me....again.
I arrived at the DMV and much to my surprise, I did not have to wait in a huge line. I jumped right up there, filled out the proper paperwork, and made my way to the camera.

Now this is the perturbing part of the story. This woman CLEARLY hates her job. In the most monotone voice I've ever heard (and let's face it, I've heard a LOT of those voices here at SIU.....people in the psychology department REALLY love their jobs *sarcasm*) I hear this "Alisha (yes she kept saying my name wrong), have a seat right there, look at the blue light, and IF you're going to smile (I really like how she emphasized the word "if", I guess these days people prefer their driver's license to have a picture more similar to a mugshot than a candid "wallet worthy" photograph that you can be proud of.) hold it because the flash is delayed" and right in the middle of all of that she snaps the photo........umm whatever happened to "1, 2, 3" or "ready?"

*sigh*

She hands me my driver's license and my heart instantly sinks.
All my hard work....getting up early (for a Saturday, that is), spending 25 minutes perfecting my makeup as if I were painting a canvas for an expensive art show, the time I spent screaming at my straightener as my hair protested with high demands as my cowlic in my bangs went absolutely berserk, and all of my agonizing over what outfit to wear, changing my jeans 6 times (when really all that mattered was my shirt)........
 
I am forced to be the girl who blinked during the picture who now looks like she might be mentally handicapped and probably shouldn't have a driver's license........for the next FIVE YEARS!!!! Not only am I forced to carry this hideous thing around, but I had to pay $30 for this despicable piece of plastic that will continue to get stuck in the picture section of my wallet, making people get annoyed with me when I have to drag it out in public! THIRTY DOLLARS for a picture that I look mentally unstable in.........

Can I just say this?


AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Okay, much better.

At least there is one highlight to this story. The guy didn't ask me before adding my height and weight, so I'm pleased to say that my "current weight" is the same as when I was a tiny little (tiny compared to me right now, not "actually" skinny) 16 year old who could fit into little jeans and tank tops that I couldn't fit over my right arm, let alone my torso or butt, today......oh to be young again............Greeeeaaat now I feel old.....

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