I love Fuckin' Perfect (Guys Version) By Travis Garland.
I love it more than I love Peruvian flan, wrestlers, and platinum blonde guys.
It is fourth only to Phantom of the Opera, My Top 3 Disney movies (Little Mermaid, HERCULES, and Peter Pan.), ninjas, and being extra version olive oil.
Sunday, April 24, 2011
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Top 5 Favorite Makeup Products
1) Lancome Dual Finish Powder
Perfect. Makes my skin like a porcelain doll. Which works because my shade is Porcelain Delicate, a pale color with a rose tint to it. This, even without concealer, makes my skin look amazing, all day. With just two swipes, it takes away the bags under my eyes. (10% Natural, 40% Tired, 50% leftover eyeliner.)
Find it: At the Lancome Counter in any department store
2) DuWop BlushBooster
Warning: Not for the large-pored. What I love about this, besides it's flattering peachy-pink shade (I use Mango, but want to try every color) is that it's exactly wht you think it is. Too many times I've picked up a pink blush to have it trun my cheek brown. And I know, that I will never have to worry about that with this.
Find it: At the DuWop website. (I got mine as a gift from my godmother.)
3) Lancome Definicils Mascara
High-end mascara that actually works. I don't knopw why, but mascaras always stop working for me after about a month. Definicils and I have been going strong since Christmas. My lashes are long, but thin, and this mascara once got me compliments from over ten people in one day. Honestly, I find that impressive.
Find it: Look at #1
4) Avon Ultra Color Rich Lipstick in Sparkling Warm Rose
The color choice, a beyond pale pink, is very specific for me. Two coats of this stuff, MAX, or you'll end up looking like a crazy aunt. But I love it. Love the hydration.
Find it: Avon.com
5) Revlon Color Stay Liquid Eyeliner
Liquid liner is the future, now. Perfect fluid lines that don't smear when done (correctly) on the waterline, amazing wings without the awkward dashes of pencil liner. But, the thing is, you know what it's like when a black marker begins to lose it's strength? That's what a liquid pen is like. Go for the pot; it also lasts a long, long time! Think of it this way: I do my eyeliner the way Taylor Swift does. Liquid. YES. Andd, no need to splurge here!
Find it: At your local drugstore.
Perfect. Makes my skin like a porcelain doll. Which works because my shade is Porcelain Delicate, a pale color with a rose tint to it. This, even without concealer, makes my skin look amazing, all day. With just two swipes, it takes away the bags under my eyes. (10% Natural, 40% Tired, 50% leftover eyeliner.)
Find it: At the Lancome Counter in any department store
2) DuWop BlushBooster
Warning: Not for the large-pored. What I love about this, besides it's flattering peachy-pink shade (I use Mango, but want to try every color) is that it's exactly wht you think it is. Too many times I've picked up a pink blush to have it trun my cheek brown. And I know, that I will never have to worry about that with this.
Find it: At the DuWop website. (I got mine as a gift from my godmother.)
3) Lancome Definicils Mascara
High-end mascara that actually works. I don't knopw why, but mascaras always stop working for me after about a month. Definicils and I have been going strong since Christmas. My lashes are long, but thin, and this mascara once got me compliments from over ten people in one day. Honestly, I find that impressive.
Find it: Look at #1
4) Avon Ultra Color Rich Lipstick in Sparkling Warm Rose
The color choice, a beyond pale pink, is very specific for me. Two coats of this stuff, MAX, or you'll end up looking like a crazy aunt. But I love it. Love the hydration.
Find it: Avon.com
5) Revlon Color Stay Liquid Eyeliner
Liquid liner is the future, now. Perfect fluid lines that don't smear when done (correctly) on the waterline, amazing wings without the awkward dashes of pencil liner. But, the thing is, you know what it's like when a black marker begins to lose it's strength? That's what a liquid pen is like. Go for the pot; it also lasts a long, long time! Think of it this way: I do my eyeliner the way Taylor Swift does. Liquid. YES. Andd, no need to splurge here!
Find it: At your local drugstore.
Thursday, April 14, 2011
Day of Silence
So, people on Tumblr and otherwise are in an uproar about the Day of Silence for the LGBT community. My school is actively supporting the campaign as well.
And many people are going to try and fail. They're going to try and fail because no one can keep silent for long. Not even a homicide of suicide is a successful form of silencing. It creates an uproar about the issue, even if the victims aren't there to speak of it. Another reason I think that this is so hard to do is because no one defends themselves when they can't speak. And I'm the type of person who likes to take my time and words to make a valid point.
This type of event, is it to show support or stop hate? Because half of the people who do this are going to forget it by Saturday. They'll do it because it's PC. For the haters, it won't do jack shit to remove the hate from their souls.
No one can depend on the silent support of one day. If anyone who is a part of the LGBTQ community depened on one day, they'd be crushed the rest of the time. You need to lean on the support that you have everyday.
As a matter of fact, silence is a reason WHY people are stepped all over. If you never stand up for yourself, no one's going to respect you out there in the big bad world. Do you think that because people were quiet, Congress is going to listen to the pin of social alienation drop?
My best friend brought up the point that a day like this seperates LGBTQs more from the rest of the public. And, thinking about this, I agree. It's a target for hate as much as it is a target for healing. EVERY DAY should be a day of support and tolerance. And I don't think being quiet about it is the way to go. This is the time for an uproar, a revolution of society. I know I support LGBTQs every single day. We all should.
Now, comment me, let me know. Love my view, or hate it, I want to see how you feel.
And many people are going to try and fail. They're going to try and fail because no one can keep silent for long. Not even a homicide of suicide is a successful form of silencing. It creates an uproar about the issue, even if the victims aren't there to speak of it. Another reason I think that this is so hard to do is because no one defends themselves when they can't speak. And I'm the type of person who likes to take my time and words to make a valid point.
This type of event, is it to show support or stop hate? Because half of the people who do this are going to forget it by Saturday. They'll do it because it's PC. For the haters, it won't do jack shit to remove the hate from their souls.
No one can depend on the silent support of one day. If anyone who is a part of the LGBTQ community depened on one day, they'd be crushed the rest of the time. You need to lean on the support that you have everyday.
As a matter of fact, silence is a reason WHY people are stepped all over. If you never stand up for yourself, no one's going to respect you out there in the big bad world. Do you think that because people were quiet, Congress is going to listen to the pin of social alienation drop?
My best friend brought up the point that a day like this seperates LGBTQs more from the rest of the public. And, thinking about this, I agree. It's a target for hate as much as it is a target for healing. EVERY DAY should be a day of support and tolerance. And I don't think being quiet about it is the way to go. This is the time for an uproar, a revolution of society. I know I support LGBTQs every single day. We all should.
Now, comment me, let me know. Love my view, or hate it, I want to see how you feel.
Monday, April 11, 2011
3 in 1 Post Day!
Day 12: Bullet Your Whole Day
•Ignore alarm
•Get up
•Spend an hour finding an outfit
•Do makeup and other hygenic things
•Run to catch bus
•Listen to iPod, singing Eminem/ Taylor Swift/ The Script lyrics to self
•Arrive at school, wander with Leya
•Classes
•Study hall with Jon and Spads
•Gibby and Ferraro
•Luch/ Coach Mike
•Classes
•Studyhall with mah brooos
•Middle school bus
•Home, sleep
•Food
•HW
•Shower
•Sleep
Now, my new description on Tumblr, which I based off of the lovely Ms. Camille. Here's her link: http://c-of-enchantment.tumblr.com/
I like writing, the bay, cameos, makeup, mermaids, dresses, waist-holding, lilacs, black and white cookies, psychology, sparkles, cellos, empire waists, fairytales, hunter green, art, Lord and Taylor, Keds, theology, unicorns, dreaming, interior design, music, and the word clandestine.
And, yes, I'm always this wordy(:
Now, for the last, a little bot of dreaming<3
The thing about you is… You’re the only person I could imagine twisting my neck to see leave class, or skip 5th period to see in the commons. The only person that always looks gorgeous, even when everyone else looks like colorless saps in this relaist world. You don’t know me, I mean, you know my brother; our brothers are pretty close. Is it creepy that seeing you gives my tummy butterflies? I feel like I’m living in a Taylor Swift song. I feel so INVISBLE. If someone that could help knew, and not someone I know would screw with me, I’d beg and cry on my knees for nothing other than to meet you. Because I hear you’re really nice. Most good wrestlers are.
There, I have compensated for missing two days.
•Ignore alarm
•Get up
•Spend an hour finding an outfit
•Do makeup and other hygenic things
•Run to catch bus
•Listen to iPod, singing Eminem/ Taylor Swift/ The Script lyrics to self
•Arrive at school, wander with Leya
•Classes
•Study hall with Jon and Spads
•Gibby and Ferraro
•Luch/ Coach Mike
•Classes
•Studyhall with mah brooos
•Middle school bus
•Home, sleep
•Food
•HW
•Shower
•Sleep
Now, my new description on Tumblr, which I based off of the lovely Ms. Camille. Here's her link: http://c-of-enchantment.tumblr.com/
I like writing, the bay, cameos, makeup, mermaids, dresses, waist-holding, lilacs, black and white cookies, psychology, sparkles, cellos, empire waists, fairytales, hunter green, art, Lord and Taylor, Keds, theology, unicorns, dreaming, interior design, music, and the word clandestine.
And, yes, I'm always this wordy(:
Now, for the last, a little bot of dreaming<3
The thing about you is… You’re the only person I could imagine twisting my neck to see leave class, or skip 5th period to see in the commons. The only person that always looks gorgeous, even when everyone else looks like colorless saps in this relaist world. You don’t know me, I mean, you know my brother; our brothers are pretty close. Is it creepy that seeing you gives my tummy butterflies? I feel like I’m living in a Taylor Swift song. I feel so INVISBLE. If someone that could help knew, and not someone I know would screw with me, I’d beg and cry on my knees for nothing other than to meet you. Because I hear you’re really nice. Most good wrestlers are.
There, I have compensated for missing two days.
Thursday, April 7, 2011
Faith, Trust...And Artsy Stuff?
I've been experiencing some really extreme emotions lately, when it comes to faith and religion. I feel like my surroundings influence my feelings. When I'm with my (numerous) Atheist friends, I tend to be more reserved with my hopeful idea of faith. Yet know, I feel so at peace with God as I listen to the Kate Voegele version of Hallelujah, one of my favorite songs.
I'm just so ashamed that I would let the way other people feel influende how I feel about God, whether I have a strong faith or not. (I most certainly do not have a strong sense of belief.)
I have seen the most intricate forms of creation and expression, whenther it be painting, writing, or creating their own systems of beliefs, which is obviously the most personal form of faith.
Most religions are based off of each other in many ways, as my study of Global History has made even more clear to me this year. And I believe that there has to be some truth to the Bible, etc. I mean, many of the stories are written on such a personal way.
I want to believe someone loves me. You know?
PS: Challenge was an iPod shuffle-thing. I already did one of those on here. :)
I'm just so ashamed that I would let the way other people feel influende how I feel about God, whether I have a strong faith or not. (I most certainly do not have a strong sense of belief.)
I have seen the most intricate forms of creation and expression, whenther it be painting, writing, or creating their own systems of beliefs, which is obviously the most personal form of faith.
Most religions are based off of each other in many ways, as my study of Global History has made even more clear to me this year. And I believe that there has to be some truth to the Bible, etc. I mean, many of the stories are written on such a personal way.
I want to believe someone loves me. You know?
PS: Challenge was an iPod shuffle-thing. I already did one of those on here. :)
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
Monday, April 4, 2011
Day 8 and something you should see
Day 8-- A moment when you felt most satisfied with your life
I’m almost embarassed to say, but it was probably this year, when I finally had a boy, and he was around enough and it was my first real, legit relationship. I love the feeling of arms around my waist, and honestly, when that happens, I couldn’t be happier. There’s something so safe and warm. I’m far from a complete person, but that certainly helps me feel like more than I actually am.
I think beyond my fear of rejection and reality, I’m just a scared little romantic who wants nothing more than for someone to see beyond the attention-grabbing loudmouthed thing that is my terrified little facade. There’s something so thrilling for me in every kiss, every endearment. I pour over crappy Danielle Steel novels. (Jewels FTW!)
A perfect moment will be when the right person unexpectedly grabs me, holds me, and says…
Whatever I need to hear from him.
I also saw this on Tumblr and thought you should all see this:
This message is for every girl who goes to work, school, or home alone.
If you find a child crying on the road showing his/her address & asking you to take him/her to that address, immediately take that child to the police station and ABSOLUTELY NOT to the address.
This is a new way to gang rape girls.
Please reblog this message in order to help make girls aware of this sick & twisted method of tricking girls into getting raped.
Don’t be shy to reblog this message, as this 1 message can save the lives of many girls
I just wanted you to all be aware. For further information regarding my feelings towards this, you can look at my post from last September. I'm prett sure it's titled SPEAK NOW or something. And no, not like the Taylor Swift song, as much as I love her. It has to do with a Twitter trend that has to do with Laurie Halse Anderson's novel SPEAK, and some banning that occured. THANKS LOVES<3
I’m almost embarassed to say, but it was probably this year, when I finally had a boy, and he was around enough and it was my first real, legit relationship. I love the feeling of arms around my waist, and honestly, when that happens, I couldn’t be happier. There’s something so safe and warm. I’m far from a complete person, but that certainly helps me feel like more than I actually am.
I think beyond my fear of rejection and reality, I’m just a scared little romantic who wants nothing more than for someone to see beyond the attention-grabbing loudmouthed thing that is my terrified little facade. There’s something so thrilling for me in every kiss, every endearment. I pour over crappy Danielle Steel novels. (Jewels FTW!)
A perfect moment will be when the right person unexpectedly grabs me, holds me, and says…
Whatever I need to hear from him.
I also saw this on Tumblr and thought you should all see this:
This message is for every girl who goes to work, school, or home alone.
If you find a child crying on the road showing his/her address & asking you to take him/her to that address, immediately take that child to the police station and ABSOLUTELY NOT to the address.
This is a new way to gang rape girls.
Please reblog this message in order to help make girls aware of this sick & twisted method of tricking girls into getting raped.
Don’t be shy to reblog this message, as this 1 message can save the lives of many girls
I just wanted you to all be aware. For further information regarding my feelings towards this, you can look at my post from last September. I'm prett sure it's titled SPEAK NOW or something. And no, not like the Taylor Swift song, as much as I love her. It has to do with a Twitter trend that has to do with Laurie Halse Anderson's novel SPEAK, and some banning that occured. THANKS LOVES<3
Sunday, April 3, 2011
Day Whatever
Your Zodiac sign and if it fits you personality.
My birthday is May 14th, and I am a Taurus. Even with the new astrological signs, I’m still a Taurus by one day. Can you say winning? I can. WINNING.
I’m on another tab, looking up the personality traits of Taurus and I’m thinking this is complete bullshit. It says Taurus rarely gets stressed or frazzled. and I am constantly in a panic over anything and everything. However, I am aware of how much strength I possess, but I’ve learned to hold back and strengthen my self-control, knowing that my extensive vocabulary can shock a person just as much as my fist.
I do love food, and I was an angry child, known to go and abuse other people (namely, my brother) simply because I could, or over dumb things. I am overall obedient, somewhat outspoken, but also painfully shy at times. I can be very selfish, and I love material items. I’m also very lazy.
All in all, I am a Taurus by simple definition, but I am also outside of the realm. I am not a middle-ground student; I’m high Honors. And I am most certainly not of the Earth. In my heart or hearts, I belong to the Water.
My birthday is May 14th, and I am a Taurus. Even with the new astrological signs, I’m still a Taurus by one day. Can you say winning? I can. WINNING.
I’m on another tab, looking up the personality traits of Taurus and I’m thinking this is complete bullshit. It says Taurus rarely gets stressed or frazzled. and I am constantly in a panic over anything and everything. However, I am aware of how much strength I possess, but I’ve learned to hold back and strengthen my self-control, knowing that my extensive vocabulary can shock a person just as much as my fist.
I do love food, and I was an angry child, known to go and abuse other people (namely, my brother) simply because I could, or over dumb things. I am overall obedient, somewhat outspoken, but also painfully shy at times. I can be very selfish, and I love material items. I’m also very lazy.
All in all, I am a Taurus by simple definition, but I am also outside of the realm. I am not a middle-ground student; I’m high Honors. And I am most certainly not of the Earth. In my heart or hearts, I belong to the Water.
Saturday, April 2, 2011
Charity Cases
DISCLAIMER: No reposting of my Tumblr challenge today because the challenge is 30 Interesting Facts. About a week ago, I posted one hundred on here. I'm just going to be lifting facts from there.
So, that time where I come a bit closer to revealing my true location to the world of the Internet. If you use this against me, especially because of the content of this blog post, you are a hideous person, yada, yada, yada...
So, for the second time, my two best friends, Morgen and Sofia and I will be participating in the Marai Fareri Children's Hospital Go The Distance Walk. I know, that name is long, but Maria Fareri Children's Hospital is at Westchester Medical Center. (Yes, I live in Westchester County NY, but where? You'll never know, Internet pervs! Mwahaha) The walk is in 8 days. And, yeah, it's a charity walk and each team of people competing works to raise money to support the hospital.
And the reason I decided to talk to you guys about this is because I asked my little brother what to blog about. After "horrible school lunches" he reccommened that I write about his plan to shave his head bald to support cancer. Now, I'm not sure how that would help, but don't you think it's beautiful that a little boy with gorgeous highlighted surfer-boy hair like his would be willing to shave it all off to support children suffering more than him.
So, that time where I come a bit closer to revealing my true location to the world of the Internet. If you use this against me, especially because of the content of this blog post, you are a hideous person, yada, yada, yada...
So, for the second time, my two best friends, Morgen and Sofia and I will be participating in the Marai Fareri Children's Hospital Go The Distance Walk. I know, that name is long, but Maria Fareri Children's Hospital is at Westchester Medical Center. (Yes, I live in Westchester County NY, but where? You'll never know, Internet pervs! Mwahaha) The walk is in 8 days. And, yeah, it's a charity walk and each team of people competing works to raise money to support the hospital.
And the reason I decided to talk to you guys about this is because I asked my little brother what to blog about. After "horrible school lunches" he reccommened that I write about his plan to shave his head bald to support cancer. Now, I'm not sure how that would help, but don't you think it's beautiful that a little boy with gorgeous highlighted surfer-boy hair like his would be willing to shave it all off to support children suffering more than him.
Friday, April 1, 2011
BVOA, Day 1, Challenge, Day 5
BVOA= Blog Very Often April. I will not make a commitment that I can't keep on this blog anymore.
I would show you my most recent Challenge, but I basically redirected my Tumblr followers to the Statement of Belief I wrote back in February. NBD.
But I have another one I did while writing this post and talking to so many people on Facebook about what's wrong with their lives that I feel day number 5 is strangely appropriate.
Day 5- A time when you were thoroughly miserable with life.
As I sit in a crowded, happy kitchen, it is especially difficult and painful to recount the times of total isolation of pain.
Now, there was a time in seventh grade where I was miserable, depressed and reclusive beyond what anyone who knows me now will believe. I spent hours, sitting alone, writing because no one would listen, there was no one I could talk about and I was all-around distraught with life.
Honestly, unless I know you really well, quite personally, I don’t want to talk about it.
I would show you my most recent Challenge, but I basically redirected my Tumblr followers to the Statement of Belief I wrote back in February. NBD.
But I have another one I did while writing this post and talking to so many people on Facebook about what's wrong with their lives that I feel day number 5 is strangely appropriate.
Day 5- A time when you were thoroughly miserable with life.
As I sit in a crowded, happy kitchen, it is especially difficult and painful to recount the times of total isolation of pain.
Now, there was a time in seventh grade where I was miserable, depressed and reclusive beyond what anyone who knows me now will believe. I spent hours, sitting alone, writing because no one would listen, there was no one I could talk about and I was all-around distraught with life.
Honestly, unless I know you really well, quite personally, I don’t want to talk about it.
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