Tis a face like no other's... or not

I couldn't resist trying out www.myheritage.com after I saw the results of Chris's and Matt's pictures. They analyze your face and tell you which celebrities you most resemble. My results were very complementary. Being at home, without my laptop, I was limited picture-wise, but I found a couple of pictures from earlier posts that might work. So first I tried this one:

My results were the following:
Drew Barrymore-- 64% Not my favorite actress...

Zhang Ziyi-- 60% Very popular right now.

Norah Jones-- 60% A soulful songstress.

Mae West-- 58% A classic.

Kate Winslet-- 58% One of my favorite actresses! Now I'm really flattered.

Tennessee Williams-- 55% Famous playwright, I can deal with that.

Cameron Diaz-- 54% I don't exactly like her choices or her work, but she is considered pretty hot.

Therese of Lisieux-- 52% A French saint, dubbed The Little Flower of Jesus.

Ava Gardner-- 51% Another classic.

Katie Holmes-- 51% Droopy Eyes? Urgh.

I tried again with my Macbeth picture:

I was a little afraid of what my results would be with this one, but they were again mostly very nice. They included Naomi Watts, Richard Strauss, a couple of famous French actresses, Sammy Davis Jr., Lucille Ball, and Kirsten Dunst.

"This is wanting something, this is praying for it, this is holding breath, and keeping fingers crossed."

Dear blog, I think I've been avoiding you. We've certainly had a different relationship since my family started reading. I just wrote an email that included some things that would once have belonged here, but I think that in writing, they would be taken the wrong way.

Life has been a little unusual lately, and I think that to a certain degree I've been evading dealing with some things. To rationalize, I call this living with them. And maybe living with them is truly what I'm doing, and it's not a bad thing to do. But I have been, in general, a little unhappy lately, and I don't know why. I don't mean to paint the picture that I'm moping around, because there certainly is much happiness as well. I just don't feel like my usual happy self, and I figure that there are reasons for that. I just can't analyze them, because I can't distinguish what this mess is on the cluttered floor of my thoughts where you can't move or you'll step on something.

Maybe it's because a close friend died. After all, I've never dealt with something like that before, and who gets it right on their first try? I'm guessing, and that's all. It's been difficult. There are regrets. There's wishing, there's praying, there's avoidance, there's self-doubt. If I'm pretty sure that she's forgiven me, and I've forgiven her for varoius things, why am I still plagued by them? There's thinking you've put something away, where it goes, only to find yourself stumbling over it in the dark on your way to bed. Maybe this is all because I think too much and have a subconscious desire to make my life more dramatic than it actually is. Maybe it's because I'm lonely. And not in the friendly way. Maybe it's because I've been patient and worked hard but have yet to land that role and be given that opportunity to challenge myself no matter how hard I've fought for it. Maybe it's because I haven't worked as hard at certain things lately as I should have.

School ended and I came home-- for the first time in a year. As usual, it was anti-climactic. You'd think I'd learn that it's always a bigger deal to me than anyone else. It's been nice to just be completely comfortable with people who've known me my whole life-- even if I don't think they really know me anymore. They certainly know a lot more about the face value of my past than anyone else. And they definitely see a different side of me than a lot of other people. It's nice to be here, I missed this place and I missed my family. And I missed the East. Even the air is different.



"To me it's like the most familiar tableau I know:
So much wanting something,
So much reaching for it,
So much wishing just to have one moment back.
So much being patient,
So much blind acceptance,
I know, no I don't know."

~The Light in the Piazza