Lip Gloss

There are few reliable things in this world, but one you can always count on is lip gloss. No, that bubble gum song that made one sexy scene in “Nip Tuck” (the only episode I’ve seen, I swear), but the tacky, glossy, sometimes flossy stuff we ladies love to cake on our lips.

The guarantees of lip gloss:

1. Will always get stuck in you hair, then as you try to remove the cemented hair, it smears the “pale pink” shade all over face, leaving a fresh, tacky feeling all day long.
2. Will always save those delicious crumbs from ever falling away from your mouth. You can rest a sure, no calories will escape your mouth when wearing lip gloss.
3. When wearing lip gloss, you will (unknowingly, I’m sure) pout your lips out like Renée Zellweger. Perhaps that’s why she does that? No? 
4. It will, in some form, not only get in your hair but on your clothes, car seat belt, jackets, accessories, midnight strangers, cell phones and the like. Once this expensive, high-demand product gets on your things, you can always count on a thin, gunky layer or sticky pink to always be there.
5. Will always show up on the rim of all glasses, which is always helpful in showing you whose glass is whose and exactly where to put your lips with each drink. Another good thing about this is the rimming of lip gloss helps inform you when you’ve a) had too much wine or b) just not paying attention. More than one spot on the glass  = carelessness. Tisk, tisk ladies.

 

It’s funny now we can’t get enough of this stuff, but at least there are plenty of benefits to wearing it! That’s what I tell people when they see how much I paid for it, “hey, you wouldn’t believe what this stuff can do.”

“Seven Things”…It’s Like a Disease but Better

So, there’s this “Seven Things” thing going around and I couldn’t help but play along. Reader Note: I stole this from The Slack Daily.

Here are the rules:

• Link to your original tagger(s) and list these rules in your post.
• Share seven facts about yourself in the post.
• Tag seven people at the end of your post by leaving their names and the links to their blogs.
• Let them know they’ve been tagged.
   

1. I haven’t been able to taste milk properly lately. Once, some time during the work day, I bought milk and left it in the car. Because the temperature was below freezing, I thought it would be okay. I get it home, take a big drink and it tastes bad. So I pour the whole carton out. I buy another, to-date milk carton, take it home and take a big gulp. With this taste, I thought the milk was spoiled, too. I had Amy taste it and she said it tasted fine. So, I’ve been drinking milk for the past couple of weeks while it tastes spoiled to me and fine to everyone else. What’s up with that?
    
2. I’m pre-partying at my house tomorrow before friends birthday party at Whirly Ball Land. I’m horribly broke but am deserving of a good time, so I’m going to drink the rest of my gin before the Whirly Ball adventure. The only skill will be getting the right amount of gin to where I don’t get sick whirling around. I don’t really like to pre-party with out the party. I’ve never been one to drink alone or with the casual meal. Drinking is second to eating cake (or anything sweet) for me. Some times I would rather ingest my calories in sugary foods rather than alcohol. I guess that makes me not a very typical 25-year old. 
    
3. Since I’ve been working out and eating better my weight has dropped big time. About a little over a year ago I was able to wear (very comfortably) my size four pants. It was great, but then I stopped working out and ate cake every day. On Monday I was wearing my size four pants. Today, though I kind of can’t breath, I’m wearing my little black jumper that I haven’t been able to wear ever. Very nice. 
    
4. I’m addicted to Whole Foods. Maybe that’s not new to anyone who reads my blog, but it’s new to me. I seriously can’t go to the regular grocery store anymore. It’s not that I’m too good for Velveeta or Blue Bell, but that I want to ingest better ingredients. Fructose, take a hike. Things made from gell (like Miracle Whip) are no longer welcomed in my kitchen. I’m so dedicated to this that it’s making me a snob. Not in the sense that “I have more money than you” because really it cost about the same, but in the sense that “I know I just ran out of mayonnaise and you’re offering me your Hellman’s, but it’s not organic and contains something called “gell” and I would just rather not.” I think my roommate wants to kill me. 
    
5. Once, before I realized I was bi enough to mean it, I told two straight girls that “I just wanted to introduce myself in case we ever had intercourse.” Yeah, that was embarrassing. I’m sure I’ve posted about it some where on here because it’s my best embarrassing story, but I don’t know where enough to link it back. I was in high school at band camp (don’t think “American Pie”). We shared a dorm with two other girls and I said it before I could take it back in my mind. Had it been 1920 I might have gotten away with it, but being that it was 1998 I was caught telling two straight girls I DID NOT know “I thought you should know my name before we have sex…you know…as to be at least SOME WHAT familiar before we bumped uglies.” Thankfully, I never heard that story get back to me so I think I was safe or maybe just the whole color guard thought I was gay. Who knows. 
    
6. In sixth grade I belonged to a club called “The Beatlettes”. There were five of us, like the group, and we were each “married” to one of the Beatles (don’t tell Yoko). I was lucky enough to get Ringo. Yeah, I think I was so absorbed in the idea of surrounding myself with Beatles stuff that I didn’t care I got the only one thrown down the ugly tree. He was a drummer so I never really complained. About sixth grade the Anthology came out and I was obsessed. I had shirts, albums (that are now some where else because I wasn’t smart enough to save them), a framed poster (still have that one), CDs and a million other little things with them on it. I watched the movies and listened to the music. I even wrote in my sixth grade diary “Dear Ringo”. Man, I was crazy. I was also a hippie.

   I would draw peace signs to dot my “i”, which took forever. I went around saying “stay sugar free” because let’s face it, to be a hippie means drugs, sex and rock and roll. I had none of those down except rock and roll. 

   I remember one time we had a séance to bring John Lennon back from the grave (again, don’t tell Yoko). Being raised in a very strong Christian household I was the one who damaged the group’s results because, off the bat, I didn’t believe. So, to make up for my short coming, I pretending to see his ghost. Maybe I was trying out my acting skills, maybe I was just wanting the attention, but I pulled it off really well. It was good enough that my friends stopped the whole thing as soon as I said, “there he is…in the corner.” Very quickly the candle were blown out and lights turned back on.
    

7. I’ve always wanted to go to a nude beach. Preferably one that is in Italy or France because then I wouldn’t know if people were talking about my naked ugliness and I would probably look alright next to some people that would frequent the beach. I don’t know if I would go full naked, but rather just topless. Sure, that’s more dangerous in the sun, but I don’t think I’m up for bush exposure. I’ve never been skinny-dipping or streaked across anything. It was talked about, as a senior right, to streak across the football field, but I chickened out. I don’t really like changing in front of people at the gym, so why I would have no problem exposing my naked side in front of hundreds of people is weird to me. I think the feeling of the warm sun would be nice and after a while, once you’ve seen theirs and they’ve seen yours you don’t even care anymore.

 

 

Okay, that’s my “Seven Things” you didn’t know about me. I’m going to aimlessly tag people down here whose blogs I read. I’m also not going to tell them because that’s extra work. If you are tagged and come back to this blog, know that I read your blog regularly and really like it. 

The Other Mother 

Sarcomical

The Everyday Adventures of Me in the City

Not Always Right

The Satorialist

Ads of the World

And because I just started reading this blog I add: The Slack Daily

“I Love You More Than ______”

Amy shared this website with me and I’m now addicted. They just moved their site to http://iloveyoumorethanblank.com/

I love reading some of these because I completely associate with them. Someone really loves their pink Dyson (mine’s yellow), their pets, their favorite Starbucks drink and some their favorite ice cream. 

When I first saw this I had a gut reaction to submit something and the posted it! If you go to the link it’s the very last heart on the very last page. In short, here it is.

I didn’t say this because of a particular person (though that could be part of it), but rather I’ve been reading several posts lately about the LGBT marriages in California and just felt it appropriate.

My Loves

I want to share with you a few of my recient loves. Now, I may not get to link all of them so please don’t stomp and yell. It’s hard writing a blog at work.

1. Copy Cats – This a fabulous website that plays for you all the songs that have been “copy cat-ed” (is that right?) by other artists. I love this site but hate iTunes for not having most of these songs for me to buy later. Jerks. 
2. Twilight – Now, I’m not the 14-year old girl who reads these for a free pizza (remember when Pizza Hut did that?), but I’m equally as dorky in that I love these books. When I first started reading I hated the main, female character but now I love her and dislike Edward the main, male character. I’m on the third book and stayed up WAY TOO LATE last night reading three chapters. In a way I just want to get it over with so I can leave my dreams of vampires alone and move on to something else. Like, maybe, Harry Potter or something of the like. If anything I love that these books have me loving to read again. Also, I love this website because it shows you a playlist for each book. Very nice.
3. New Hair Cuts – Yes, my hairs are getting cut tomorrow and I couldn’t be happier! I’m going for the drastic, very modern shag bangs look. I can’t find an image close to what I have in mind, but the one I supplied will do in illustrating my point. There’s something about getting a new hair cut that makes you feel…reinvented. Like some how you just back someone else and here’s your chance to make some changes. At least that’s what I’m hoping will push me forward. Not that this is a magical hair cut or anything, but that it will reinvent my mind to remembering “Yes you can!”. (Sorry Obama, needed that slogan.)
4. Heaters at the Office – Yes, I have an “illegal” heater under my desk, but my claim is it was there when I got here AND it’s f-ing cold at my desk. Some times it’s just what I need to get through my day. Wow…that’s kind of sad.
5. Moroccan Christmas – I finally was forced to catch up on my shows, well just this one, but it was freaking hilarious. If you don’t watch “The Office” and you work in an office, you should totally watch this. Sure it’s out there, but really it’s awesome. 
6. Watches: I recently, and kind of stupidly purchased a watch from Fossil, but I had been wanting it since September. I thought it was enough time to wait, right? Plus, I wanted it which turned into a need and that was hardly avoidable. Plus, I haven’t bought a new anything for myself in ages. So, there.
7. Crafts: Well, this one is a little secret, but for New Year’s my friends are hosting a party and we’re also doing a Christmas/Fun exchange. Their theme is “crafts” and boy do I have one for them. I think it would be very fun, but I can’t tell because I know they also read this blog. All I’m going to say is it’s going to be so fancy next to someones headboard. Ohh, ahh…the suspense.
8. Blockbuster: I love that I have this account with Blockbuster and they bring me movies every week. This was probably the BEST idea I ever followed through with.
9. Shazam: It’s this application you can download for the Google phone that (similar to an iPhone app.) can locate a song you hear in a restaurant, at your desk, etc. and store it in your phone. Not the song it self but the name and title which is really important when you want to go back and buy it. Love it!

One Word

It’s Sunday afternoon and I’m taking a break. I’ve been deliciously wrapped up in the first section of “Eat, Pray, Love: One Woman’s Search for Everything Across Italy, India and Indonesia” by Elizabeth Gilbert. She has been graciously walking me through her trip/stay in Italy. So, in a effort to experience my own Italian resort I’m finishing off my leftover spaghetti.

I had only expected to read a few chapters and them resort my mine to effortless movies and activities I had scheduled to do; however, I found myself stopping three chapters away from finishing the first section: Italy (otherwise known as “Eat”). I was deeply wrapped into her words and descriptors for her experiences and food that I couldn’t put it down. I was ready so feverishly that I was even clinching my jaw. Have you ever read a book like this? Just joy, excitement and connection that without knowing it you freeze your entire frame waiting for the next move? I hardly ever get this way, so when I do over a book I let myself dive nose first for as long as I can stand it.

Twice I stopped reading, wrote quotes down on various shades of green paper and taped them to my bathroom mirror for repeat learning. The first thing I wrote down was the Italian phrase “Parla come magni” which means “Speak the way you eat”. The second was a indirect quote from Bhagavad Gita, “It is better to live your own destiny imperfectly than to live an imitation of somebody else’s life with perfection.”

I finally put the book down and left the final three chapters to when I go to bed or for tomorrow night. In the last chapter I read, she tells of a time when she spoke with her Italian friend Giulio about Rome. He said that every place has a word to describe it. It’s not given to the place for any other reason except that the word is uttered in the minds of everyone that lives there. The word for Roma was “sex”. Of course this is from his opinion; I know I wouldn’t know. But in that word he sad to Liz that if you do fit with that word than the city is not for you. I had to re-read this section to make sure I understood it. As I began to ponder what the word for my city was I thought about “MONEY”, “POWER”, “GREED” and then I landed safely on “SELF”. The word under everyone’s breath, braided deep within their actions and life is “SELF”. At the tender age of 24 I don’t plan on settling here forever. So, with that I began to wonder if I (in my word) agreed with this definition of my city. With that question came another, “what’s my word?”

I fumbled through a listing that I would love to honestly say was MY word, but in all truth my word (for now at least) is CHANGE. I believe I embody every inch of this word. The good, the bad, the sometimes in-between meanings I reflect. Okay, now that I have that out of the way, I can honestly say I couldn’t live here forever. Unless the city’s word changes to something more like one I could live with “SELF” isn’t going to cut it past the next five years. For right now it fits. I am all about SELF and seem completely okay with that. I’m in the stages of “when do I start nursing school” and “I want to find MY place” and “who am I” that this city is home for right now. I’m hoping when I discover more of my self through finding my career, my person, my beliefs, etc. I will discover a new, distant city were I can go and get away from SELF.

SELF is a hard thing to constantly live around. It wears you out because your friendships never start off right, your jobs never seem to be a perfect fit and (most importantly) your relationships are always filled with SELF drama. Who wants that?

I often wonder what type of city I could move to that would fit better with “CHANGE” but then who know if CHANGE will best describe me in five years?

So Unprepared

I’m so unprepared in certain areas. Like when someone asks you who you’re top ten favorite bands are I have nothing. I’m trying to figure out who it would be because I’m a big fan of right now and right now never means all time favorite. But, if I had to play by the rules I would say (based on songs I can listen to over and over again) in no particular order:

• Patsy Cline
• Thievery Corporation
• Tegan and Sarah
• Marron 5
• Queen
• Yo Yo Ma
• Frank Sinatra
• Etta James
• Beck
• Snow Patrol

Uh Huh Her

Guys/girls, you have to listen to the new “Uh Huh Her” CD. Seriously, these girls area amazing!

I totally lucked out in ordering their album on their website and scored TWO autographed things! Hell yeah!

Here I’m sharing…Common Reaction

Also, I’m going to (hopefully) score some tickets to their concert coming up. I would love to meet them and get a picture with them. Oohhh, that would be fun.

A Few Words of “Thanks”

After a rather emotional day, I am so glad my spirits are still up. Several things make me happy at the moment.

1. All you kind and very positive commenter’s. I really appreciate your words, encouragement and general interest. I hate talking about this stuff and am thankful you still read it and have something to send back.
2. I love, love, love, LOVE Jennifer Saunders. No seriously, I love this woman her comedic ability in the BBC. What started out with “Absolutely Fabulous” has shifted in various things I find amusing. My current love? This video spoof of “Harry Potter”. Please watch if you enjoy BBC humor. Thanks Amy!
3. It’s time to paint the nails. Yes, it’s time to push away the tears and do what I really enjoy about being a girl. The nail color is called “Rock-On Red”, which isn’t red at all. Huh…
4. It’s also time for ice cream. No, not delicious custard from Harry’s, but simple non-fat Dryer’s will do. Add chocolate and caramel, of course.

Thanks again for all the support. I’m glad I’m not babbling to myself.

Friday Night Loner

I can’t believe it’s Friday night and I’m blogging. Better yet, blogging in a local coffee shop alone. I guess I can be thankful I’m at least some where besides my apartment, but then again I would love to be some where else with people I know versus my laptop. Oh well…beggars can’t be choosers, right?

Funny thing is I’m at a local coffee shop that Amy and I use to frequent. In fact, each time the door opens I secretly hope she’s walking through the door. I crave her company right now. I know, I know, I know what you’re thinking. “You’re the one who broke it off with her,” and you’re totally right. I get what I asked for, but I guess I was hoping to not be alone so much. Eh…part of it.

In other news, I can happily say I just purchased a domain and hosting service! Hopefully, in the next couple of weeks I’ll be up and running in something fun and totally controlled by me. Here’s the interesting part: I don’t know the first thing in coding, HTML or anything web related. Good thing I have my trusty “Dummies Guide to WordPress” with me to help get me through the parts I don’t understand.

I’ve had very sweet offers to help me figure this out, but where would my stubborn, prideful self be if I didn’t have to do it all by myself. I think I really want to prove to myself I CAN do this. I may probably will fail in some area, but I’m bound and determined to figure it out.

Also, I found this awesome website that generates a foot print out of the words you commonly use in your blog. Check it out:

San Diego: Friday (MY LAST DAY)

Friday night was my last time to really see San Diego one more time. I had worked all week and barely got enough time to sleep let a lone see more of San Diego. On Friday night there was nothing stopping me from going out. I had a few ideas in mind: Ocean Beach or Downtown or San Diego’s PRIDE.

Earlier that morning, I had been getting my coffee from this guy for the past week. He mentioned to me this place called Winstons in OB that was a comedy club his friends worked at. He gave me some directions and his number if I wanted to meet them up. Now, up until that point I had been blessed with some very reliable/trustworthy people and this guy seemed alright. So, I put the idea in my pocket and went to work.

Later I spoke with Bridgida and she mentioned OB, too. At that point I was sold. At least I would have known someone and got to experience another place in San Diego. She told me about South Beach Bar and Grill and how they have the best fish tacos in all of San Diego. So, I got a cab and for the first time in my whole life at alone at the bar. It was a weird feeling. I know people do it, and when you’re traveling there’s not much choice, but I would perfer to at least have someone to talk to. Hell, when I was there I would have loved for these older guys talking next to me just to include me in their conversation a little. One of them asked me to watch their drink and I got all excited thinking I could someone how segway into a conversation with them, but no such luck. Any luck, the tacos were amazing. The fish was so good, I could have eaten just that.

I like OB. From what I understand OB is the last remaining spot of true San Diego. A hippi town built on small businesses and a lot of weed. It was great.

After South Beach B&G, I wondered down to Winstons to meet up with Andrew (the guy at my hotel). He was so high it wasn’t even funny, but he was a lot of fun. The comedy was okay, but it was cool to see some of these guys brave it all on small topics like drinking, guys stuff and girls. Plus, I didn’t really have to pay for anything. After some really good tequila and an offer to smoke out (which I turned down), Bridgida showed up. I love this girl-so much fun and plenty to talk about with. As we’re talking and I’m really enjoying my tequila buzz the club is slowly morphing into a reggae club. The group that was to go on stage was called “Vegitation“. They were all decked out in dreadlocks, beards and one in a hand made skirt. They’re skit featured set design with plants…lots of plants. We didn’t stay for their show, but did get to hear their opening act. I don’t remember his name, but he was a cross between Ben Harper and Ray LaMontagne only with dreads. He was really good.

After he was done, we called it a night. Bridgida showed me around Hillcrest (their gayborhood). They had so much going on because of PRIDE that weekend. Part of me was sad I didn’t get to experience any PRIDE with San Diego. It would have been awesome to see couples who were legally wed and what not. The PRIDE of it all would have been at an all time high. But, it worked out because it appeared to be predominately a boys town and they didn’t have much going on Friday.

I have to say going to OB and hanging out with Bridgida was an excellent way to say “goodbye” to San Diego. I love that city and need to plan a vacation soon! Next time I’m there, I hope it’s for holiday, NOT for business.