Monday, February 16, 2015

On being Unique

I like things that are one of a kind. My wallet is one of my most favorite things, cause I got it at a shop that sells one-of-a-kind things, in San Francisco. I know there's likely very few wallets that look like it, if any at all.

I am very well aware that this is a logical fallacy, at least in the word we live in, when it comes to things like style and beauty. The world is filled with things that are mass produced. But that doesn't stop me from trying to find the unique ones...

Today in this episode of Val is inside her own head, I want to talk about my never-ending quest to be unique, and how that has tested one of my friendships lately.

In high school one of the things I hated most, was to hear that I looked like Michelle Branch. I still hate it actually, but I don't hear it as often anymore. It may be true, but that doesn't mean I like it. I much preferred to be compared to Morticia Addams or Casper if we're being honest. Mostly cause the latter two are a crack at my ghostly pale skin. Either way, I don't like to look like other people; I like being the odd one out. It's one of my favorite things.

The other day I caught a glimpse of myself walking to work, and the combination of my hair, clothes, and makeup made me think of my mom. I mean, I can't help that. I look like my mom, and my dad, and my twin-brother-separated-by-6-years. I look like my family, there's nothing to do about that, but I immediately wanted to chop off all of my hair and re-do my makeup for the day. Looking like someone else is too much for me to handle; it is deeply woven into the person I am today, after 26-years on this planet. I like to be and look like me, whatever that may be at the time. I'm an individualist at heart, and I don't care what anyone else thinks about that.

I put a lot of thought into my style, often finding fashion icons, and adding my own twist to the mix to make it mine. This usually involves some mad combination of bows, skulls or both. I believe last time I talked about changing my style, I settled on something very specific that I blogged about. I said something like: "Dita Von Teese, Zooey Deschannel and skinny jeans in a blender" I think ultimately I was successful at that. I'm still keeping most of that palette, which was all neutrals, with red as the accent color. That was probably one of my most favorite styles I've arrived at in my life. (Only marginally related, now that I have short hair, I'm venturing more into pastel colors)

I seldom ask for style/beauty advice. When I do, it's generally one or two people, and often not even asking for advice but more about trying to gauge a reaction from a decision I've already made. Like when I was showing people my choices of dresses for my latest holiday party. You'll never see me gathering votes on whether or not I should change my hair, or if I should or shouldn't wear a specific shade of lipstick, for instance. I do like to ask my brother for his opinion, cause generally his feedback is honest. He has no horse in that race. That said, I sometimes also disregard his feedback completely. I do it for me, and that's that.

This has been difficult for me lately. One of my friends at work, one of the only few girl friends I have, has very similar taste to mine. I like things that she picks out; she likes things I pick out. She has a similar complexion, and hair color. We have similar features. At some point we arrived at the same hairstyle even, which I often bitterly remark that it was mine to begin with... but digressing, it's not a crime to get bangs after all; they're not even that original.

So this had actually been bugging me for a while now, months really, because as evidenced by the small novel I've written thus far, I don't like looking like other people. I did try to not let my own eccentricities get in the way of the friendship, and trotted along. At some point I even convinced myself to say "to hell with this, let's embrace it" and we started referring to each other as twins. and it was all good. But my inner little unique-demon was itching to get out. Turns out, I couldn't handle it.

I'll admit that I let this fester; I acknowledge that I was wrong to let it fester and that I should have spoken up about it earlier on, before it bugged me so much I snapped. I just couldn't bring myself to bring something this petty up. So I never did. Whenever we purchased the same nail polish or wanted the same dress, I just twitched inside and moved on with my life. When people at work started confusing us, and often referring us as "clones" I couldn't take it any more. I knew it was time for a change, and change happened.

I originally meant to get purple ombre on my black hair, but the black dye was being stubborn. My stylist and I gave up on the idea after a few tries. I went back to the drawing board, and started considering different haircuts. I had been interested in asymmetrical bobs for a while, so I had half a mind to just chop it all off into that. Then as I was watching a TV show it occurred to me that I had never had a pixie cut before. Obviously, I was scared at the prospect of a pixie, since it's easy to look like a boy when your hair is that short, but whatever hair grows. My mind was set then. I asked my stylist for her honest opinion on one over the other a few days before the cut, she said that the pixie would be a more drastic change, and that she sensed that that's what I was after: something very very different. All true things, and reinforcement of what I was already thinking, so I jumped.

At that point, I breathed easy after a long time. I was in love with my hair, and how well it ended up suiting my face. I could be more exaggerated with the makeup (!!!) The benefit of looking like no one else around me was naturally back, and I realized just how much I had missed it. All without challenging the friendship. I was a happy camper.

Until a few days ago, when she decided to purchase a coat I had carefully selected for myself a few months ago, and all hell broke loose inside my head. I saw red, basically. I had told her, as she told me she found the coat online, that I would not forgive her if she got the same coat. She took it as a joke, and I can sort of see why that would be taken as a joke (it's just a coat right?) but no, it wasn't just a coat to me, it was a drop, after many other drops. Not to mention, the coat in question is my favorite coat, and something unique and hard to find, in my eyes. When she told me she had gotten it, I had the urge to throw mine away immediately. I shut down like an upset child, inside my head for a while, trying to understand why this was so goddamn upsetting to me. The answer is the same as it always has been: I like to be me. It is important to me that my things are as unique as I can make them. I couldn't stop thinking that it had been a mistake to give her the name of the designer to begin with, and I hated how petty and selfish I was being about a clothing item.

We talked it out eventually, because I don't believe in not talking problems out, and also cause she sensed that I had gotten upset about it. I think overall it was damaging to the friendship, but whatever we're trying to move past it at this point. I just needed to write this up for my own sanity.

However, one of the things that stroke me as funny, for lack of a better word, is something she said as we were talking about it. She said that she had wondered over the last few days, if this was the reason she couldn't be friends with girls. Because she doesn't understand the rules, and thinks of them as silly, which leads to the ultimate demise of the friendship. My reaction to that was along the lines of: "I don't normally have friends who are girls. If there are rules I don't know them either, but why is that relevant to this?" More than anything I was a little baffled because of how damaging that line of thought actually is:

"I had a problem with a female friend" -> "This is why I don't have female friends"
vs.
"I had a problem with a friend" -> "This was because of  *insert specific reasons here*"

I hate when I catch myself thinking the former, but at the same time, I never have to be too worried that my dude friends will go out to buy the same coat I'm in love with. It mostly just sucks.

TL;DR: I have issues with people looking like me. the end.

Thursday, January 01, 2015

12 months, 12 books, and 3 other things

Brace yourselves, this is going to be a long one.

This post is going to be all about 2014's New Year Resolutions. I think I did really well on all of them, really. I guess this is a small survey of what my 2014 looked like in some form or another.

There's some study floating around somewhere that says that you're less likely to complete your goals if you shout them to the world. Something about feeling like you've done the work just because you've told someone that you were going to do the work, so you end up not actually doing the work cause you're pleased with yourself. Humans are funny that way.

So I decided not to shout it to the world; instead I just wrote them down on a blog post that I would publish a year later. This is said blog post, edited heavily throughout the year of course, and my list was actually very short and in my opinion, very manageable:
  1. Read 12 books, one book a month should be manageable.
  2. Embrace the girly side. 
  3. Keto-on to be below 155 lbs.
  4. No video games. 
I obviously didn't achieve all these, no one ever succeeds in all their new year resolutions, but I did fairly well all in all. In August, I did a brief check-in with myself and wrote what I actually had accomplished in the year in terms of my resolutions, here's that tally as I wrote it verbatim on Aug 24th:
  1. 8 completed books before the end of August, about 5% into the 9th. Right on schedule.
  2. It's become a problem. I have developed a really bad makeup addiction.
  3. Have failed miserably so far, and have actually put on weight. I had started the year at ~160 and as of today I'm ~175. Not to worry though, there's still time. The summer has been a terrible influence. I was hovering around 165 most of the year. All hope is not lost.
  4. I call this a success (so far) even though I've logged into Diablo 3 and Guild Wars 2 a handful of times, and none of those have been longer than than 20 minutes.   
The final tally for all of the above in December doesn't look terribly different:
  1. Read 11.5 books. Sadly, the Harry Potter books get longer as time goes on, and I got busier with life. Alas. I still call this a success though, it might as well be 12 books.
  2. Success! I've embraced the girly side so much that I really do need to do something about it. Let's just say that this involves a 2015 resolution now.
  3. Super failed. I ended the year at 175 lbs. I'm not stressing though. Sometimes I go: "I should keto and be skinny again" and then I go "but, now I want cupcakes..."
  4. Success! I can't believe that I actually managed this one. I actually am not even sure if I'm going to binge play anything now, or anything. I have half-a-mind to keep this going. I really don't want to let it get out of hand again. I rather eat, and explore restaurants/bars/things with friends. We shall see.
For anyone interested, here are the books that I've read and re-read. Why I chose to read them and my thoughts on them:
  1. Quiet, the Power of Introvers by Susan Cain (January)
    • This book I picked up for a couple of reasons. It hadn't been long since I had figured out that I was introverted, or at least put that label on myself. I picked up the book to see if I would find more about myself from it. I didn't really, but it mostly reinforced things that I had thought about in the past that were kind of never plainly stated before. I had also picked this book up to see if there was any value in giving it to my father, in an effort to help him understand me better. I thought better of it though, and didn't do that in the end. I might eventually, who knows.
  2. The Portrait of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde (January/February)
    • This book was a second read through for me. I had read it the first time in college and loved it, and I loved it all over again the second time around. It makes me really sad that this is the only novel that Oscar Wilde wrote. His voice is so great, and the way he writes so clever. Also to consider the fact that Oscar Wilde was openly gay in a time when it was not okay to be gay, gives the novel a completely different air and perspective. Much love for this, will probably re-read it several times in my lifetime.
  3. Longbourn by Jo Baker (February)
    • This was a recommendation from a coworker that knew I was really into period pieces and specially love Jane Austen's work. This is based off Price & Prejudice, one of my favorite novels ever. It made no attempt at the Jane Austen voice, which was very refreshing, but did try to keep the dialogue on-par with the time it was set in. It is a novel that happens to the servants of the house in which the Pride & Prejudice ladies live in, their daily lives, and basically compares and contrasts how life is so different for people in the servants' hall vs. the ladies of the house. It was like a book version of Downton Abbey, but better. 
  4. Harry Potter and the Sorcerer Stone by J.K. Rowling (March/April)
  5. Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets by J.K. Rowling (May)
  6. Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen (June)
    • At this point in the year, I had decided that I needed something more elegant than the simple voice of the first Harry Potter books. I guess one could say that I was looking for something with more wit. I toyed with the idea of reading a new period piece, but I ended up picking up this old friend for a 4th time. It simply does not get old. The Jane Austen voice is too good, so witty, so complex. I love reading a paragraph and thinking "wait, what did she say?" and have to re-read it several times over to grasp the intricacies of it. I'm sure it will not be the last time I read this book either.
  7. Lady Windermere's Fan by Oscar Wilde (July)
    • I actually really loved this, it was very well done, and the story-line kept you on your toes. I picked this one at random from the index on my Kindle. I had recently purchased all of Oscar Wilde's works. I was not disappointed. 
  8. Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban by J.K. Rowling (August)
  9. Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire by J.K. Rowling (August/September)
  10. Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix by J.K. Rowling (September/October/November/December)
    • Don't judge me! This one is long, and I was moving in Sept/Oct. 
  11. Harry Potter and The Hald-blood Prince by J.K, Rowling (December)
  12. Harry Potter and The Deadly Hallows by J.K. Rowling (December)
I feel like I don't need to explain why I re-read the Harry Potter series this year. I just love it so much. I always catch new things every time I read it. This marks the 4th time I've read them all. It's plainly written, and it grows up as it goes. By the end of the series, it is just so dark in comparison to the first book.

Lastly to end this, here are a few pictures of me at the beginning of the year, in the middle of the year, and at the end of the year. Funny how people change, or don't change, huh?


 

Saturday, August 09, 2014

On Change

So lately, and by lately, I mean since January or so, I've been making changes. There are many things that I've been meaning to work on, in general. I find that new habits are formed slowly, and not through drastic change. For me anyway. Many of my keto habits remain to this day, even when I'm not actively on keto (namely the water drinking and eating times/portions) I really do want to get back into keto later this year though, mostly because I've noticed that I'm starting to get thick again. I'm hovering between the 165 and 170 mark. The problem is that I've been also enjoying trying out new foods and drinks, lately. I have, since the new year, discovered a head-over-heels-love for hard cider, which is not keto friendly obviously, but really nice to drink in the summer!

Among other habits that I've slowly picked up as I've gotten more and more into makeup, have been of the skincare type. I now wash my face 2 times a day minimum, regardless of anything, and try to select things that will make my acne clear out. It's been an on-going effort, but I've noticed the difference.

I also read more now, and spend far less time in front of my computer (aside from work obviously) and generally spend more time playing my guitar, and/or hanging out with people I know.

However, not too long ago, I decided that I had spent enough time being a shut-in and refusing to go outside. My excuse of being pale and easily sun-burned has a very simple solution. Specially now that I'm more into caring for my skin, I wind up with sunscreen on everyday anyway. So I've been venturing outside more often. I actually do things like go sit in the park with a book for instance, or simply sitting outside on the Jive balcony. Baby steps.

I've also been trying to be less messy with my apartment, but that's a never-ending quest I tend to fail. It has gotten a lot better! I still live like a college student for the most part though... For now I mostly try to put effort into keeping the bathroom and kitchen areas always clean. If I make something, I clean the kitchen that same day. If I get my bathroom mirror or counter dirty with toothpaste or lotion, I don't just let it sit there anymore. I'll be damned if I ever make my bed though; I like a messy bed. My carpet is still a sad excuse of a carpet... I swear I'm going bald.

Hair. Balls. Everywhere.

I'm probably gonna be more diligent about that once I move to my new apartment, which has hardwood floors. At first I wasn't specially excited about those, because I like to be barefoot most often. Now, I'm more inclined to like it, as it'll be easier to keep clean with a broom, sweeper, and minimal effort. We'll see if my high-entropy desk situation ever changes though. I do love my chaos. That all said, the packing madness has begun, and as such, there's crap all over my apartment right meow.

Another thing I've been working on, since the new year or so, is that I'm trying really hard to not freak out when people touch me anymore. I'm making a very conscious effort there, and it is getting a lot better. So, yay! I will note, however, that I still reserve the right to ask people not to if I feel they're getting to handsy with me or something.

... and with that, I go! /whoosh






Saturday, June 07, 2014

"Please, don't touch me."

I've been considering writing about this for a while now. I finally decided last night that I would just go ahead and do it though. It probably won't seem like a huge deal to anyone but me, and it's hard to explain why or where all of this comes from, or how it even started. I don't normally talk about this, even though people often ask me. It's not some major traumatic thing, by the way. Just throwing that out there, I'll get to that later on...

Anyone who's known me longer than a week probably knows that I do not like to be touched. I do not hug people unless it's a special occasion or you're someone very special like, my family or my significant-other. So first, I'd like to go into what touching means to me:

In the wonderland that is my brain, if I let you touch me, or I decide to touch you, it means that I trust you implicitly. I feel safe around you, boy or girl. I'm known to flinch to people's touch regardless of anything; they startle me, even if it's something simple like putting their hand on my back while they talk to me. This is my problem, not yours. If I haven't asked you not to touch me at this point, how would you know? That's all good and dandy. When it's not good and dandy: when I ask you not to and you do it anyway.

Often times people assume that it is okay to touch me because they are comfortable with touch. I always put the breaks on that early on, and never rudely. I always say something like "Please, don't touch/hug me, I don't like being touched." When I said that to (who would later on become my best friend in college) Trevor, he dropped it. No questions asked, which is the reaction I wish more folks would have to that. I don't think that's too much to ask, frankly. At this point the problem is still my problem, not yours. A somewhat funny side-effect of that is that when I gave Trevor a hug for Graduation and for his wedding, he freaked the fuck out. It was super cute.

However, what happens more often is that when I ask people not to touch me, their reaction is to touch me incessantly. I mean, things like "Oh, it's just a hug!" and hug me anyway, or hover-hug me, because tongue-in-cheek "I'm not touching you", or poke me non-stop because they immediately assume that I'm joking because "lol who doesn't like to be touched?" Lots of people actually, and I'm guessing rape victims who have similar issues find it even less amusing than me.

I'll tell you what happens on my end of that equation, whatever trust I had in you at that point, vanishes into thin air, and is severed permanently. For those who don't believe that, they could ask my very good friend Paul, who I've known for about 7 years, whether I let him touch me. Let's just say it's a shortcut for being in the so-called "friend zone" permanently. I can still be friends with people who I don't fully trust, but that's as far as it would ever go. I also am not even sure I'd rely on him in a time of deep trouble either. It's a trust issue at that point, but you know I'm a-ok hanging out and laughing about random things with him, but I'll always back away if he comes too close.

Why is this such a big deal to me? Because I like people to respect what I say and more specifically, what I say about my boundaries. I shouldn't need some traumatic event in my life to justify that I do not like being touched. It's none of your goddamn business. You're welcome to ask me why, which I may or may not answer.

Touching me when I explicitly ask you not to, instead of simply asking why, is like the difference between asking someone why they don't eat sushi, and forcing sushi down their throats. If I tell you to not touch me, and you do it anyway, what are you going to do if you make any type of sexual advance to me and I say no? I understand that I'm extrapolating here, but that is what I think of. If I refuse someone's offer to buy me a drink at a bar, I shouldn't need to invent a boyfriend to get them to back off. My word on the matter should be enough.

... And at the end of this road, it all circles back to my feelings on feminism. lol.

Sunday, May 18, 2014

The Girly Tomboy

Most people who know me fairly well, by now know that I'm in a "girly phase." I'm the first to admit that I went full 180 from where I was last November/December. I used to resent girly things, mostly because they remind me of just how shallow I used to be during my first few teenage years. My mother still gets pissed off when I say that. She's delusional and maintains that I was never shallow to begin with. The kicker is that I consider her to be one of the shallowest people in my life, if not the shallowest. I once re-call that she wanted me to skip dance class because I had a pimple on my shoulder. So her opinion is questionable at best, but I digress...

When I went full nerd during my college years, I more or less also went full tomboy. Whenever I told people that I used to be a full-time ballerina, the reaction was always incredulity. Disclaimer: I've always been a ballerina with a dark streak.

Sometime before the new year I did some thinking on all of this, and on my own accord decided that this was a pretty stupid reason to hate on girly things. My inner monologue was at war with itself. I had been thinking about feminism too much at that point in time. I was also apprehensive at first, and took a lot of me to start wearing a full face of makeup to work. Mostly because it is just weird in this industry; I always get the impression that women don't get taken seriously if they have a full-face on. As always though, I march to the beat of my own drum and went: "Well, fuck that. People at Jive should already know what I'm capable of. I do what I want." If anything, the makeup helps with the whole "Being polished" thing.

Now here's what's starting to bug me about all of this. Whenever I do *anything* remotely girly, most of my friends feel inclined to make a comment about it. "I'm so confused to see you so girly" or "why are you suddenly girly?" I guess five months is not quite enough time to get used to the girlishness after many years of being virtually one of the dudes (A No Doubt song comes to mind.) I mean it's fine, they're curious/notice the change and that's fine. They also noticed when I dyed my hair blue. What's not fine, is when the questions don't come out as "I'm curious" but rather with a disappointed air. As if this was somehow bad. I get it, there's a substantial subset of guys in this planet that prefer girls who wear no makeup, or rather, what they perceive to be no makeup. I'm so tired of making these two points to people lately:

1. People who claim to not like makeup just don't understand that there's different styles and degrees of makeup application. Here's a little secret for those people: no-makeup makeup generally requires more makeup than just wearing red lipstick, liner and mascara. Though the latter look is often referred as "too much makeup" or "caked on" even though you didn't even put on foundation.

Exhibit A.

No-makeup makeup. # of products? 13.

Exhibit B.

Ridiculous makeup. # of products? 3.

2. I don't do my makeup for you. I do what I want; leave me alone. Shoo.

I know I ranted about that in more detail not too long ago... I honestly feel like a broken record at this point.

At any rate, I've also been doing my nails and just generally paying more attention to my appearance. I'm glad that I learned how to apply makeup and do my nails early-on in life thanks to Ballet shows and my mother, because once I decided to embrace all of this again, it just came back naturally. Eye-shadow blending skills are still pro after years of not utilizing them. Hell, I'm pretty sure I could still put on false eye-lashes with my bare fingers (that's actually difficult) but I haven't found the need/desire to put on fake eyelashes. Nothing quite like stage makeup to teach you everything you need to know about makeup and your face.

I like makeup in the same way I like to change my hair, same with my nails. They're creative outlets. Similar to drawing or playing an instrument. I consider myself a creative person, I gravitate towards those types of things generally speaking. I realized that I virtually shut that part of myself out altogether when I was in college, because I needed to cultivate the so-called other side of the brain. That said, I actually think that being creative and thinking like an artist enhances my technical abilities instead of hindering them.

Anyway, this long rambly entry had no real point to it. I've mostly been inside my head about how I look lately, and have been in a quest to re-design my style. The first of many changes was the makeup and the nails quickly followed, but now I'm looking at other things. Such as wardrobe, shoes, accessories, etc.

I've pretty much settled on the type of style I want to achieve. Think of the White Stripes album covers, Zooey Deschanel, Dita Von Teese and skinny-jeans in a blender.

I started with going back to all-black hair, and obtaining Zooey Deschanel bangs:



Coming up next: 
  • I'm getting rid of all my colored clothes. Only keeping items that are either black, white or gray (or otherwise considered neutral, like my cargo jacket or jeans.) My wardrobe shall be monochromatic from now on. 
  • I'm also archiving my t-shirts, opting for proper tops/blouses. I'll be acquiring more tops in the near future. Including some white ones. *gasp* I don't even remember the last time I was seen in public wearing a white top.
  • Lastly, the hardest of them all, I've decided to archive the chucks. I won't be buying any more pairs; I won't get rid of them either, but I fully intend to stop wearing them. To achieve this, I'm in the market for 3 pairs of shoes:
    • Black flats
    • Flesh toned heels or flats (jury is still out on the heels)
    • Red flats
  • I may consider some longish skirts+leggings at some point. I know this will raise many eyebrows. Last time I wore a dress to work people kept asking me "is that a dress?" I almost wanted to say no. Questions like "Why are you dressed up?" and "Do you have a date?" were also heard throughout the day.
  • I fully intend to accessorize with mostly red things, like belts and headbands. I will, however, also include other bright-colored accessories. Since the rest of the wardrobe will be neutral-toned. 
  • For the winter, I *must* acquire a nice red coat. It's been 2 winters I've been looking for a nice one. I refuse to go another winter without the perfect red coat.
I guess it is somewhat ironic that these days I'm pretty obsessed with the red/black/white scheme, when my favorite color is actually blue. lawl. I maintain that red, black and white are the components of the holy-tricolor-grail. There is no superior tricolor. That is all.

And at the end of this road, I just want (the proverbial) you to rest assured that my inner tomboy is still alive and kicking. There's still a metal head in my soul, a techie in my heart, a foul mouth to speak, a super nerd, and the appetite and table manners of a trucker. 

Woooosh.

Friday, February 07, 2014

Quirky McQuirckison


I have many quirks; I thought I should make a list for the lulz. Why? Because, yes.
  1. I hate minimizing windows.
  2. I type quickly, but hit backspace very slowly when I need to delete something I've typed. Don't question the quirks.
  3. I absolutely cannot stand having unread items in my inboxes. Any of them. This causes me to obsessively read everything I can get my eyes on.
  4. I don't do phone calls; if you want to get a hold of me, text me. I can guarantee you, I'll read it immediately.
  5. If I can use a semi-colon instead of a period, I will.
  6. Sometimes I stop talking mid-sentence while I frantically search for the word I want to use. A synonym will not do. Sometimes, it's a matter of translating a word from Spanish.
  7. When I want to know the time, I say "Que hora son, mi corazon?" When I'm around people, I just say it in my head, but rest assured, it happens!
  8. I take the same route to work everyday, and I take the same route from work everyday. However, the route to work is drastically different than the route home. If I'm walking with people, and they change either of these routes on me, I feel weird.
  9. I am more uncomfortable than I care to admit, when someone touches me, even if it is to take something I handing them. 
  10. I play Tetris everywhere. Specially when I'm packing.
  11. My desk has elevated entropy, and if you move anything on it, I will notice. I like my chaos, dammit. I know people mess with my desk at work. Let me tell you, it does not amuse me. 
  12. I dislike boring socks; my socks are always interesting
  13. Incidentally, I never wear matching socks.
  14. I basically wear the same thing every day; outfits take too much effort.
  15. People that misspell "definitely" drive me positively bonkers.
  16. I get bored of my hair quickly, so it changes often.
  17. I love saying "They don't call me little ghost for nothing" even if it's not really applicable. 
  18. I dislike ambiguity. 
  19. I take long showers; they're one of my favorite things in life.
  20. I like to dress in neutral colors with bold-colored accessories. These accessories seldom match each other.
  21. I listen to symphonic metal obsessively. 
  22. If you ask me a question, I will answer honestly, and sometimes without applying a filter. 
  23. I have an odd relationship with my electronic devices, when one of them breaks, I mourn for them.
  24. I am so much of a Harry Potter nerd, that I am often embarrassed to admit it. 
  25. I bite the tip of my left annular finger when I'm reading something interesting. I don't even know why.
  26. If I could talk in memes all the time, I would.
  27. I own 45+ hats. This includes a $150 top hat.
  28. I like to sit in odd ways. Sitting cross legged is probably my favorite way of sitting. I hate that my feet fall asleep if I sit that way for too long.
  29. I don't like natural blonde hair. 
  30. I can't feel anything on the left side of my tongue. That generally means that I bite it by accident and make myself bleed without really realizing it until I taste blood. So much fun. 
  31. I recognize people by the way they walk.
  32. I do not multitask. I concentrate on one thing at the time, and that's that.
  33. If I have a choice to pick or make something blue, I will. I like blue. I really wish I looked better in blue eye shadows. Blue mascara, is super cool. I should wear that more often.
  34. I talk to myself, all the time, by the way.
  35. Somewhere between my second and third drink I go from super tipsy to shitfaced. Don't put it to the test please.
  36. I really like Opera trained voices, more so than any other style of singing. Diana Damrau is a goddess. 
  37. I drink red wine or white russians. That's about it, though there are some exceptions. I've been enjoying sweet hard ciders lately.
  38. I eat for fun.
  39. I evaluate people's appearance by how good/bad of a ballet dancer they'd be given their physical attributes. 
  40. When my dog whines at me, I whine back in the same tone.
There's probably more... but I think that'll do for now, and with that, I go!

Sunday, January 12, 2014

On make-up

Ever since the holiday party at work was announced, I've been thinking about make-up a lot. Mostly because I couldn't even remember the last time I did my make-up properly. Over the years I've gotten lazier, and lazier, and lazier. For the party, I actually had to go to Sephora, and ended up spending close to $200. I no longer owned things like brushes, concealer, powder, foundation, etc, etc, etc. I also worried endlessly about whether or not I had somehow forgotten how to apply make-up in the 10 years I didn't keep on practicing. Luckily for me, it was more or less like riding a bike. Just soooooo time consuming, gawd.

In high-school, I used to do my make-up every. single. morning. I would rather be late to class than not put my face on (lol priorities of a 15-year-old, right there.) When I got to college, the amount of make-up I would put on depended largely on the amount of sleep I had gotten the night before, and how early my morning class was. I would be damned if I left my apartment without eye-liner and mascara though, those take less than 3 minutes to apply.

When I graduated college it got even worse; I often showed up to work without any make-up whatsoever, because I started valuing my sleep more than my ability to look pretty every day. Yep, even those 3 minutes were golden time I could be sleeping instead. That is also why I wear the same thing every day, by the by, though I've slowly been changing that a bit more. The number of coats I own make it seem like I have a bunch of different outfits, but in reality it goes like this: Skinny jeans, tank top, t-shirt, chucks, coat. Sometimes I'll wear a hat and/or a scarf, and be on my way. It generally takes me less than 10 minutes to get ready in the morning.

Now... not to be utterly narcissistic or anything, I happen to be good looking enough to be able to walk around wearing literally no make-up and not be asked questions like: "Are you sick?" and "Did you not sleep enough last night?" A bunch of my most favorite selfies have been taken without any make-up on, mostly because I forgot to put it on before I took the picture. Such as this one:


I took that picture to show off my new hair color, so I literally took it as soon as I was out of the shower and had dried my bangs... you can even tell the rest of my hair is still wet. I'm a-ok walking around like that, but that's mostly because I happened to luck out on the genes lottery if we're being honest.

Now, for the point I want to make on this entry: (talk about the longest intro ever...)

One of my biggest pet-peeves is when I hear people (mostly guys) say how girls always look better without make-up. It drives me off the freaking wall. Mostly because, generally speaking, that isn't true. People are just very oblivious. What they actually mean by "Girls look better without make-up" is: "Girls look better when they only put on skin products, fill in their eye-brows and wear mascara." Or "Girls look better when they're not wearing lots of eye-liner and eye-shadow with red lipstick." I get that those are mouthfuls, my point is... that is still a lot of make-up that gets put on, and it looks like there's no make-up to the untrained eye.

This is me wearing just that (as I'm writing this), foundation, concealer, blush, filled out eye-brows and mascara:

 

Might not be totally obvious, but that is really a lot of make-up. It took me good 20 minutes to apply and I feel like I'm all dolled-up...

Aaaaand it looks like nothing.

Now say, if my skin was REALLY bad, or I had bad dark circles under my eyes, the difference between the first picture, and these two would be like night and day. That is what is up with most girls, and why it drives me crazy when people say they look better without make up. The large majority doesn't.

What most folks actually mean is that I look better on the two pictures above than I do on this one:

 

That said, if I actually gave two shits about what people thought of my make-up, I probably would only ever wear the "no make-up" make up. And since I don't, I do what I want. I don't do my make-up for you.

I mostly wanted to rant about people making silly claims based on cluelessness. That annoys me greatly, regardless of subject matter.