I don't usually wear a lot of makeup. In fact, my so called "beauty routine", makeup wise, usually consists of these steps:
1. put hydrocortisone cream on eczema on face
2. put on facial sunscreen/lotion on face
3. put on foundation
4. possibly apply eyeliner
5. wear lipbalm
Ta da. Mostly I wear most of that stuff because of the eczema. If I don't, my face all looks all flakey and icky and crap.
We don't want that. :)
Last night, however, I went to my friend Catt's birthday party. And, with the exception of the random intimate touching and awkward talking, it seemed a lot like Valerie's slumber parties. For example: we played Truth or Dare. We did makeup. We sung karoke.
Did I mention the makeup?
It was actually pretty cool. We all got paired off and had to do each other's make up. Of course, I have zero confidence in my own makeup skills (you saw my "beauty routine"... That's not a lot of makeup!) so I didn't want to put any on anyone. My friend Nina, fortunately, didn't want to wear makeup (but wanted to put it on someone), so we got paired off.
Life lesson number 5826784: Never let Nina near a jar of facial glitter.
CAUSE THE PARTY DON'T START UNTIL I WALK IN!
See? Glitter! And you don't even see how sparkly my face/covered with makeup my face is, in these pictures. Mostly because I took 'em with my phone, which has a... well, a phone camera. Which isn't the best for taking pictures with.
So, I'm recovering today from the party. Which will be fun. I've already taken a super long shower, put on deodorant, brushed my teeth (and retainer) got dressed in nice clean clothes, washed off most of the makeup (some of the glitter won't leave my bottom eyelashes... T_T) and I am eating breakfast.
Breakfast for Angela today:
A cup of peach yogurt mixed with 3/4 an apple cut up, one banana cut up.
One M&M cookie.
Possibly a cup of water.
Here's another thought on my brain:
the stereotype "emo".
Let's think about this for a while.
Emo is short for "emotional", and was originally meant to mean someone who is overly emotional, especially one who has a problem with self-injuring.
Now, let's look at what it means nowadays:
That is what "emo" means now. It means... Someone with some epic piercings and amazing hairstyle. Who happens to wear a lot of black and punk-ish clothing.
Does this girl look like she hurts herself?
I don't think so.
And, even if she does, do you know how seriously someone would take her if she says "I'm emo" meaning "I cut myself"?
Not seriously at all.
In fact, they'd probably just laugh.
Because "emo" is a stereotype which has come to mean this bit of style and stuff.
Which is why I am anti "emo". Because the "emo" kids who actually do hurt themselves need attention and they need care. They don't need to be laughed at. Because the name "emo" is thrown about for everything. I can't count how many times I was called emo last year.
People you're annoyed at?
Someone sitting in a corner?
Heck, THIS is considered "emo"!
I just don't understand it.
And, I could rant about this for another ten pages, but I'm not going to. Because I'm sure it's boring y'all to death. XD
By the way, this yogurt is really good.
I know I said earlier that the sleepover I went on had random intimate touching. Which is starting to venture into the reasons I love my teen group/homeschool friends so much.
Because no other people on the face of the earth could say "Course there's a f***ing camera! B****es!" and not offend me. No other group of people could come up to me and random start petting my hair without having me freak out and hit them. No one else could sing this song (strong language, be warned) in quite as epic of a way during karoke. I mean... The entire time, I think I was basically snuggling with someone.
(Sounds far creepier than it actually is, I must say.)
Kind of awkward/strange, but epic people.
By the way, may I mention that, during Truth or Dare last night, Lizzy got dared to name one good thing and one bad thing about everyone playing?
And that she couldn't think of a single bad thing about me?
I'm just that epic.
M&M cookies are amazing, guys. Just throwing that out there.
I want to have a shoutout to my friend Molihua.
She is amazing, and we love her. She's always there when anyone needs her. She always asks us if we need to talk, even when she doesn't have a lot of time. She always wonders how we're doing, and she always posts these really inspiring, kind comments. She's one of the most selfless, amazing people I know, online and in real life.
We love you, Molli!
I'm going to leave off now, because I have a feeling that y'all are getting bored of me.
As a last picture...