6 posts tagged “makeup”

one of those people who are uber scary looking in the morning.
I mean, I'm not going to win beauty contests or anything but for the most part I pretty much look normal.
Shaz... is not like that.  Shaz wears a lot of make up and does crazy shit to her hair so when she wakes up she's kind of scary looking.  Make up is smeared everywhere.  Big eye makeup circles and hair all crazy.*
Today, I looked like Shaz. 
Before I went out last night I did my make up, my theory was that if I wore a lot of dark eye make up it would help draw attention from the dark bags under my eyes.  Not sure if it worked or not but that's neither here nor there. 
I was exhausted last night, I think I was more tired than drunk actually and did not remove the make up before I went to bed. 
When I went into the bathroom this morning I actually gasped a bit.  I looked like I had been in a fight, both eyes were black with bits of purple, my hair was a fright but yet I had on the prettiest shiny HUGE earrings.

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Yes.  I admit.  I did all of this just to have an excuse to show off my earrings.  They're pretty!!!!

I lost my fucking lighter!!.  I stole it from the airport.  (Someone left it on a bench or something probably cause they were going through security.)  I had a shit ton of lighters and they all seem to be slowly disappearing.  I grabbed this one and I was going to stick it with my bowl that way I can stop smoking with matches but the fucking thing is missing.
I think I might have picked it up and moved it when Little T was sleeping in here and now I just can't remember where the fuck I put it.

Okay, I'm getting distracted.

*I'm not picking on Shaz here... She knows she's "un-composed" in the morning... I'm just using her as an example.

Shaz cut my hair.  I have bangs now.  :-O  It looks good though.  I'll possibly post pictures at some point.

Last night when I ran out to do errands I grabbed a pair of comfy jeans.  I had yucky tummy so I wanted comfy jeans.  Then when I was at the Terrorists house I realized that my "comfy jeans" were in fact my "skinny jeans."  Ahhem... FUCKIN RIGHT!!!  That makes me happy.  So that means that my "normal jeans" are my "fat jeans" my skinny jeans are my "normal jeans" and my "who the fuck does she think she's kidding jeans" are now my "skinny jeans".  I've worn them once... by force because Lesley told me it was "for the cause" I think I almost passed out that day.

On the same vein...  I'm wearing a shirt I haven't worn since last summer.  I remember it because it was the shirt I was wearing the night I hooked up with Hotboy.  (I remember because it has a weird bottom to it and I mentioned it that night and he said he liked it and I remember thinking it was really nice of him to attempt flattery even though I was pretty much a sure thing... yes I have issues taking compliments... inwardly at least.  Outwardly I've learned to just smile and say thanks.)

Oh well... it's getting late.  I need to go do my make up then drop off Shaz then go pick up the T.

Woot!

Ps.  There's a group of people who are translating the bible into Lolzspeak.  (I think thats what it's called.)  Either way... it's crazy.  I'll add links later.

This "being awake" think is so fucking completely  retarded to me right now.

I think the most sleep I've gotten at one time this week was 5 hours.  And that happened once. 

And now it's 10 minutes of 4.  I have to leave here in 30 minutes and I haven't showered, dressed, brushed my teeth, done my make up... any of that shit.

I guess I should shut the fuck up and go get ready.

I think I'm going to take a nap when I get home.
Though I say that and I probably wont.
But I might.
I hope Lesley doesn't have any friends over with her cause the magical bed is sounding mighty comfy right now.

I now know that I really, truly do hate airports.  (Unless I'm flying)
I now know that I really truly hate coffee from Coffee People.
I now (and always did) know that mornings are the devil.

My goal was to get up at 2am.  I didn't quite make it.  My alarm went off, I got up, shut the alarm off then did that fall- back-into-bed-for-a-second-or-two-but-actually-turns-into-A-LOT-longer thing.  Luckily Chris texted me at 2.30a. I jumped up, came out, pushed him off the computer for a few minutes... grumbled a bit, was probably pretty bitchy to him then went to jump in the shower.

I don't know how I did it but I woke up 30mins later than I planned.  Had time to blow dry my hair AND do my make up... and I still got there a little bit early.  Nuts.

I'm gonna go take a nap.   

And I'm dirty.

I think I'm gonna go shower.

I showered.

Much better.

Life has been... full. Lately.

Full of people, mainly. Everyday since last Saturday (a week ago) I've hung out with either Chris or The Terrorist. This isn't a bad thing, because I like both of them and think they're both fun to hang out with but it's very unlike me. I generally spend a lot more time alone than I have been lately.

Tonight will be boy free.

How do I know this? Easy. The Terrorist has his kid tonight and Chris is mad at me.

Why is Chris mad at me? Well that answer isn't quite as easy. I'm not really sure. I know it has something to do with me being rude. Or at least him thinking I was being rude. (Which is a HUGE annoyance to Chris) but I called him and explained to his voice mail that I don't think I was being rude and why I didn't think I was being rude. Then asked him to call back if I missed something (or if he wanted to hang out.) That was about 24-hrs ago and I still haven't heard from him. That makes me sad. I know he's stressing out about life lately and that might have something to do with the (what I see as) extreme reaction. Whatever it is I hope is resolved soon enough. He's a good cat and I love him. Don't wanna loose a friend over something silly.

Before our argument though, we had a pretty good week. Full of reefer and cooking. A bit too much reefer if you ask me. It caused me to sleep past noon pretty much every day this week. (And unfortunately I've reached the age where I feel like that's a “waste of a day”.)

I still haven't found a job. I have been looking but as mentioned in the aforementioned paragraph I've smoked a lotta pot this week which has lowered my motivation level. For the most part though, everyday I've sent out at least 1 resume, Chris would smoke me out and let me use his computer and I'd give him a ride to work. It worked for him, worked for me, was generally a good all around deal. (Except I'd get too stoned to do anything else but send an email out. :-/ ) This next week is going to be different. Monday I think I'm going to hit up the two bars and a cafe right down the road and probably I'll do Belmont. Then Tuesday hopefully Hawthorne (and Caldera!). Yesterday I was pretty good, sent out 5 resumes! (Go me!)

Lately I've been noticing that my ... habits/personality/self... has changed when I'm stoned. I used to get really paranoid and quiet. Now I ramble and ramble and ramble. I've kind of noticed it a bit lately but last night I really noticed it. I couldn't shut up. Granted it was only a 5-20min window from when we smoked to when we turned the movie on... but it's like I had EVERYTHING IN THE WORLD to say in that period. That's probably why this short post is turning into a novel.

As with many people, reefer has a tendency to make me a bit randy. It always has to a certain degree but I also think it might have something to do with the fact whenever OMS and I got together we'd always smoke first. So somewhere in my brain it attributes reefer to sex. I kind of Miss OMS. That's not to say I'm not enjoy myself out here because I TOTALLY am but OMS had a certain way about him. Very mellow. Last time I talked to him he was having a bit of a bad luck run. I hope things have leveled out for him.

As I might have mentioned in a previous post, when I set up my computer I couldn't find any wifi signals aside from one encrypted one. On top of that DSL isn't available in this area. Which left us with Comcast. Sucky. Comcast is expensive and they use their Voodoo magic to make Torrent's not work. Because of this (and the fact that we're both going to be getting laptops soon) Lesley and I decided to forgo the internet. Sadness. Then the Terrorist was here this morning playing with Leela (his portable computer Nokia palm pilot type thing... there's a much shorter explanation of what Leela is but I'm stoned and don't really remember) Anyway, I was out buying coffee (for my new FRENCH PRESS) and he stayed here. Leela is wi-fi enabled so he sat next to the window and scanned. “What'd he find” you ask?! Well, I'll tell you. Leela, bless her little electronic heart, found a SHIT TON of signals. Awesomeness!! I got a cord for my WiFi card, to bring it closer to the window and I found up to 12 of those signals. Supa cool. The problem? Apparently my computer reacts differently to Wifi instead of regular internet and because of this The Terrorist couldn't fix it on the spot. (Or something like that... I'm stupid and stoned) BUT the good news?! If Chris still wants to be my friend I'm sure the fact that he knows my computer so well would be an advantage. Or The Terrorist can come back some time when he has the shit he needs and fix it. But either way I'm confident I'll be stealing internet shortly. YAY! Go me!

Had a talk with the Terrorist. It was quite cute, really, well kinda. Hadn't seen him in a few days so when I went over I asked how he'd been. He told me about doing some drugs with a friend and the next night went out to celebrate a friends birthday. I told him about smoking a lot of pot with Chris. Then a short time later we were sitting on the couch just chilling and he said those dreaded words... “So... this is kind of awkward, but...” I immediately had an internal freak out. But after a few pauses he explained to me that he and his friend had sex (two nights prior, the same friend he was doing the drugs with.) And he didn't know if I had other partners or not but he just wanted to be honest about everything (which is always appreciated). I was amazingly cool with it. Honestly. Which is a little weird for me, because even though we haven't “defined” anything (which is super cool and different to me) I am a jealous person. I even got a little jealous of OMS's others (not his wife cause that would be just silly, but he had mentioned one or two other people he'd been mingling with) I don't know why I did but I did. It wasn't like a freakish “I hate them bitches, they should die” type of thing. But just a little bit of a “hmm, wonder what they have that I don't?” type of thing. Anyway, getting back on point. I wasn't jealous AND the girl he was with is a cutie. I've seen her myspace I thought I would be but I wasn't.  (Go me!)  Probably partially because I kind of assumed he was fucking others all along and partially because... I don't know. I must be growing as a person. Though, I have to say... this girl was very energetic and left a few battle scars. Which I can totally appreciate but for like 2 seconds I had a mildly adverse reaction. It was fleeting though, and very mild.

I think my sex drive is going up. I'm having sex more or less every other day or so. Granted sometimes its a bit more or less I think the average would be every other day. Which is more sex than I've had... in years. And I'm also masturbating more than normal. Which isn't really a lot because I've been living in environments that aren't exactly masturbation friendly for the past year but still a couple times a week or so. Weird.

I need to go do my make-up. Yep. Gotta get going. Even though I'd kind of like to take a nap. I need to go eat free food.

Toronto isn't a very friendly city.  I think it's an east coast thing.  West coast cities are nice and friendly.  East coast cities are mean and cold.  I don't like that.

I (must) have sucker written across my forehead because somehow not only did I get lured into a "free demonstration" but I also ended up spending $85 on makeup that is pretty damn nifty (and sparkly) but I don't really need.

When going on vacation and you're dancing with the idea of renting a car.  RESERVE IT!  ALWAYS ALWAYS RESERVE IT!!  If you decide not to use it, fine!  But at least you'll have that option!

It is possible (for me at least) to get all turned around and have to switch trains 3 times.  Which could have been avoided if I would have just stayed on the first train.  (Fucking subways)

I heart subways!

Public transportation is really cool when it's fast.  Portland has a great public trans system but it's slower than death going up hill in the middle of winter.

I have to go find some food, I'm hungry.  Then I need to sleep so I can get up nice and early for the BUS TOUR I'm taking to Niagra falls tomorrow.  Jesus, I've become a tourist.  After this, no more! 

No, my first name ain't, Baby.  It's Janet, Ms. Jackson if you're Nasty!

(Updated part...)

I've learned that Toronatonians (sp?) are stingy with there alcohol.  I'm not sure if it's a Toronto thing or a Canada thing but at 1oz pour on a drink is insane.  Everyone knows the average pour is 1.5oz.  Duh.  (Hehe)

Hostels aren't bad but the water pressure here SUCKS and it would be much more fun to have a friend.

I think that's it.  Pictures will follow at some point.