Kentucky call, and this damn cold.

My friend from Kentucky called again, but this time I was actually home. She had me laughing til I was coughing like an idiot. I miss that state already! I'm going to blame this horrible sick I caught from all the toxins in the New York air. I think the cold is almost ready to go away though! Which means that I will shave and start working on makeup stuff again. I haven't painted my face in forever!

Whilst on the topic of my new Kentucky friend, I thought I would share a story that I encountered whilst with her.

We were at the reception after the wedding and a larger women behind me was feeding her baby at a rapid pace, to the point where the child looked like a chipmunk from all the food that he hadn't been able to swallow yet. My friend looked over and then took a double take, and looked at me.
"God damn, look at her feed that baby"! I looked over and my eyes got wide. She then said "That ain't right, just cause the mama eat that way don't mean the baby have to. God damn, let the fucker breathe"!

I was laughing so hard. I need to live in Kentucky for a few years because I want that God damn accent. I've been working on mine a bit, it's getting better!

Hope you enjoyed the story, cause I was dying.

Home!

Home from Kentucky, I had a really great time! :D
The traffic on the way down was pretty awful, but the scenery kept our eyes busy. I forgot to bring any sort of camera, so no pictures :( Next time I'll remember.
It was nice seeing family I haven't seen in a while, and my cousins wedding was really pretty.
We got all sorts of intoxicated, even my mother partook in a few shots.

I just wanted to give you guys a quick update, I have some stuff planned for the near future.
Unfortunately I've acquired a bit of a cold and it's kicking my ass today. D:

Road trip!

My parents, aunt, and I are heading down to Kentucky tomorrow for my cousins wedding this weekend! It should be fun seeing that I haven't seen this part of my family in a while, and I've never been to Kentucky. I'm going to try and take some pictures. It will be nice to get out of New York for a few days.

Also I do plan on getting a tad more organized and start posting more on here, I was going to upload a recipe but it just didn't work out. I shall do one soon though!

Drunk diaries: Beer.

Well, right now I'm only three sheets to the wind. One more until satisfaction, although I don't feel satisfied. I'm sort of wishing that one was in my bed, lonesome can be so cruel. I have more to drink and the logic follows as such; If I feel too sick I can sleep on the bathroom floor. I probably shouldn't have partaken in this odd drunk fest, but I felt it necessary to enjoy myself. If this were a journal entry, I would state that I would have enjoyed it more if you were here, but I try and not focus on you anymore because it is wrong to put myself through such a stupid cycle. I prefer to rather label this as a log. Sort of like a science experiment. No tubes, burners or beakers, just the thought process behind being almost completely drunk.
There wasn't too much nostalgia tonight, just a need to have a good time. Which can be sort of hard sometimes, as in seeing that I have some sort of weird attachment to a past that I'm tirelessly trying to conquer. The fire was pretty, embers fizzling and popping into a completely black backdrop. *Pause to indulge in a good friend* Back again and ready to indulge whilst watching something. I can;t think of anything else to say right now. G'night.
Well technically morning, but who gives a fuck about the technical shit. :D

Starting.

      I've been suffering the realization that despite still being quite young, I am not young. Each year will bring more obstacles and responsibilities whether I want them or not. It's sort of funny how you spend your entire childhood and teenage years wanting to race to adulthood like there is automatically a car, career, house, and a family at the finish line. Naive; Which is perfectly alright for a child to be, because with age comes knowledge. You learn what's right and what's wrong, test the boundaries, scope out how the older people act. Poor some juicy juice in a wine glass, alongside your pack of candy cigarettes. Blow an invisible smoke ring, and pound your beverage only to wobble away for another glass. These things were perfectly normal, because the race had begun.
     As you get older you realize that you actually have to invest energy in achieving what you want, some really go one hundred percent, whilst others (such as myself) searched for the quick and easy. The second route is full of disappointment and a lot of tail chasing, then regret when you understand that had you only put forth the effort you would have been exactly where you wanted to be. For some reason I've always allowed myself to learn everything the hard way, just to forget and repeat the mistakes. Twenty two. Perhaps it's time to get serious? Something in my head is telling me that I should have gotten serious a while ago.
      There is no car, career, or house. I still have family, although not my own. Had I spent a fraction of the time I took to map out ways to get away with the bare minimum, I would have had all of that. But now that I know why everything turned out so bizarre, I can stop mapping out the course and just go full speed ahead. No short cuts, or promises to do it all later. Later never really came, because as you know time is a paradox.
     I think I'll start right now.

22

"They only want you when you're seventeen, when you're twenty-one you're no fun" - Ladytron.
Well, ladies and gentlemens... I am twenty two! It's odd, saying that. Each year the number grows and I feel more surprised each time. The last year has been pretty good to me, despite the fact I accomplished nothing, I had a damn good time. It's now time to move forward and attempt becoming an adult. Time is something that should never be wasted, and I'm sort of guilty of doing such.

Goodbye, twenty-one. Hello adult.

This week was hectic, but there will be videos and photos gracing this blog again shorty!

Murdering acne: Just a few tips.

This week I was planning on doing some new makeup looks, but due to the state that my face is in, I might have to pass! It all happened so quickly! One morning I wake up looking clean and clear, the next day I wake up looking like the poster child for the pre-proactive commercial picture. Sad. Very sad. I'm sure it's happened to all of you before, and if it hasn't consider me jealous! Luckily, there are ways to ensure, and speed the healing process, and once again have a zitless face.
Here are a few tips and tricks to get your face looking less like a connect the dots puzzle.
#1. Don't freaking pop or pick! (I neglected this step, someone hit me).
#2. Try not to wear any makeup! (Let the face breathe)!
#3. Do not over-wash your face. (It'll dry out your skin).
#4. When washing the face use warm water (it opens the pores) rinse well with warm water, and then rinse again with cold water. (Cold water closes the pores so no crud can get it).
#5. Did I mention not to pick or pop?
#6. Stay away from greasy foods during a breakout.
#7. Constantly touching the face will worsen the breakout.
#8. Wash your hands and face after mealtimes. (This eliminates any chance of grease and dirt to settle into the pores).
#9. Lastly, don't pick! (It will just make the breakout look like some terrible flesh eating disease, and also could turn into scarring).

If you must wear makeup during a breakout, don't go too crazy with the cover up. Add a light application to the face, and then cover any redness with just a dab of concealer, and a light dusting of finishing powder. As soon as your day is over make sure to wash your face really well.

Hopefully this can help you get a nice clear face, and if you already have one perhaps a couple of these tips can help you keep it!

My boots!

I ordered these from Zappos.com, and they came really freaking quickly! I ordered these on Sunday and received them early afternoon on Wednesday. I've worn them out of the house three times so far, and they are quite comfortable. As you will see in the pictures you can wear these up or down. I will definitely order from the website again. Any-who... Here are the boots.

I love them! I was sad upon checking the website and realizing that these only came up to a size fourteen, but when I read the comments the people were saying that they all had to order a size smaller because Dr. Marten boots run big. I crossed my fingers and orders and was so happy when they fit me. 

Like so happy! 

Here's a picture of me and Chunky when I brought the wigs home, haha. 

Hope you guys are having a good weekend! 

What's black, furry, and purrfect?

My kitty!
My friend decided to only bring one of her furry friends to her new apartment, and I just couldn't resist claiming one of them. His name is Richard and he is so freaking cute!
Due to some difficulties, and distractions created by mister kitty, I didn't shoot the shoe uboxing video, which means that I shall tomorrow. Chunky and I are still planning out the Grey Gardens video, but that will be something to look forward to. Here's a picture of Richard!

He's a bitch to photograph, I'll post more pictures when he stays still and allows me to. 

:3

Wigs, and more wigs!

My friend got rid of all of her wigs, and who else would she give them to other than me and my gay little brother.
Four wigs now hang from my mirror in my bedroom, just waiting to be worn out of my house.
I'm planning on doing a shoe unboxing video on Friday, so I was thinking of perhaps bringing Alotta back for the video. Which wig should she wear?

#1 Black curly

#2 Pink curly

#3 Black straight

#4 Red-brown straight

Which one is your favorite?