Thursday, October 6th 2016 ...
I'm the type of person that needs to spend money on herself every now and then to make myself feel good.
I like the process of putting on make-up, I love seeing how it looks on me, I love trying to figure out new styles and what works for me and what doesn't.
So when I spend months and months without any money to speak of and can't spend anything on myself, I start feeling bad - like, I can't go through life with the same kind of confidence I would usually be able to.
So yesterday was good day: work wasn't overbearing, I had fun with my colleagues, laughing about Tom Hanks photobombing a wedding and having fun coming up with fun slogans to promote "G.I. Joe", a movie franchise that is pretty much impossible to make look (or sound) good.
Either way, so after work I went shopping a little. Not for much - I drove home by bike as I try to do every day now (more on that later) and before heading home directly, I went to find our local supermarket area. Since I currently work in a very small town close to work, there is an area close to the internstate that has a few supermarket chains, a McDonalds and a drugstore chain I frequent a lot. After getting lost on my way there (sooo stupid tbh) I found it and then just ... spend some money on myself.
Got a new foundation, some concealers, a new fall-inspired nail polish, all the good stuff.
All in all, yesterday was good. I mean, I came home and my new swedish (?) roommate was haunding me about the weak internet connection (which isn't weak, just apparently not what he's used to? He started laughing when I told him the one we have now - which is mine - is around 6000 mbits.). He better not come at me with that issue again - I can't help him and I found it very grating that he just came into my room like that. I live in a house full of middle-aged men, my room is the only private zone I have and I absolutely hate it when people step into that.
Today didn't start out too great however ... drove to work by bike (yay me?) and got really fucking wet. I love the rain, but first thing in the moring? Nope, the fucking nope.
I like the process of putting on make-up, I love seeing how it looks on me, I love trying to figure out new styles and what works for me and what doesn't.
So when I spend months and months without any money to speak of and can't spend anything on myself, I start feeling bad - like, I can't go through life with the same kind of confidence I would usually be able to.
So yesterday was good day: work wasn't overbearing, I had fun with my colleagues, laughing about Tom Hanks photobombing a wedding and having fun coming up with fun slogans to promote "G.I. Joe", a movie franchise that is pretty much impossible to make look (or sound) good.
Either way, so after work I went shopping a little. Not for much - I drove home by bike as I try to do every day now (more on that later) and before heading home directly, I went to find our local supermarket area. Since I currently work in a very small town close to work, there is an area close to the internstate that has a few supermarket chains, a McDonalds and a drugstore chain I frequent a lot. After getting lost on my way there (sooo stupid tbh) I found it and then just ... spend some money on myself.
Got a new foundation, some concealers, a new fall-inspired nail polish, all the good stuff.
All in all, yesterday was good. I mean, I came home and my new swedish (?) roommate was haunding me about the weak internet connection (which isn't weak, just apparently not what he's used to? He started laughing when I told him the one we have now - which is mine - is around 6000 mbits.). He better not come at me with that issue again - I can't help him and I found it very grating that he just came into my room like that. I live in a house full of middle-aged men, my room is the only private zone I have and I absolutely hate it when people step into that.
Today didn't start out too great however ... drove to work by bike (yay me?) and got really fucking wet. I love the rain, but first thing in the moring? Nope, the fucking nope.