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oddly, i feel better when i wear make-up. that's society conforming talking, i know this, but i just do.
i hate mondays. not because it's the start of the week, because i never used to hate them, but because i have two strange classes, one of them being nighttime's creative writing (which i've complained about here 3450 times i think) class, which never fails to give me a near-migraine by 10 pm when i get home.
so today i decided to play with make-up. usually i just wear foundation and powder to make me look less dead-pale, and mascara. but oh no!! today i went full out. today i'm armed with that, but also this forest green-blue liner, paired with pale pale silver shadow. i have hazel eyes, and this makes them look like ... soil-brown from far away, but almost ORANGE up close. usually black liner makes them look cat-orange, and gray (what i usually wear, lightly, if i wear liners at all) makes them look light light brown.
also, i wore lipstick. i usually hate this, too, because gum-chewing and smoking smears it. but i'm almost totally off smoking now (i seem to only do it when on the phone, i'm down to one pack lasting like ... almost a week. used to be one pack a day, so i'm GETTING there, i promise), but i gumchew like mad to keep from eating. er. i mean eating too much, yeah.
i feel more .. i don't know. put together and ready to face people and the world when i'm done up. i'm wearing high-waisted pinstripe pants (gray stripes on black), a gray button down shirt, and suspenders. and combat boots, ROFL. i dare the nazi CW teacher to make me want to cry, today. I DARE HIM.
ok i'm late for class now, so bye!
my void does not want.
-- 2.13.61.
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I would like to write this really nice supportive post here, but right now I'm totally drained and my mind is horribly sluggish. I've catched some bug or something, because I feel like I've been used as a giant's doormat, my stomach is upset, my head aches and I'm tired. Think I'll go to bed soon, bur I wanted you to know I'm still thinking of you (battered body and brain or not!), and wish for you to do well.
Take care, okies? 
Hugs:
-L
"But he that hath the steerage of my course,
direct my sail."
-William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet, Act One, Scene IV
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i hope you feel better! rest well, okay? that bug is going around here, too--i thought i was seriously coming down with it over the weekend, but partially fought it off. hopefully it stays that way...
rest well and hugs!
h.
my void does not want.
-- 2.13.61.
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