why am I still up?!
My hair was so pretty this morning. I wish it would stay that way.
Today was the one day I had been waiting for in my make-up techniques class; Special effects. Everybody could do whatever they wanted to mutilate themselves through the magic of theatre. I choose the sampler, I wanted a little of everything. I painted a colorful bruise on my right eye, a cut over my left, and to really make it unique, a bullet wound through my left cheek and even worse exit wound behind my right nostril. It was sick! I actually did it with ease, and it looked very good. Once I added the blood to the mix it all came together. The teacher didn't try to fix it, people said it looked both horrible and very real, and I thought I had done a pretty good job. Finally.
So all day I was stopped by people to see if I was okay. I ran into some friends and at first glance they were really startled. A few times girls would ask me if something was wrong, I'd tell them it was make up, and they'd put they're hand on their chest and say something along the lines of "oh my god, I was so worried." I apologized for having deceived them, but I loved it. Eventually the bullet wounds fell off so it looked more plausible. But I kept it on all day. Because of all the concern and later compliments from people, I did a really good job with my very realistic looking make up. Huzzah!
Today was the one day I had been waiting for in my make-up techniques class; Special effects. Everybody could do whatever they wanted to mutilate themselves through the magic of theatre. I choose the sampler, I wanted a little of everything. I painted a colorful bruise on my right eye, a cut over my left, and to really make it unique, a bullet wound through my left cheek and even worse exit wound behind my right nostril. It was sick! I actually did it with ease, and it looked very good. Once I added the blood to the mix it all came together. The teacher didn't try to fix it, people said it looked both horrible and very real, and I thought I had done a pretty good job. Finally.
So all day I was stopped by people to see if I was okay. I ran into some friends and at first glance they were really startled. A few times girls would ask me if something was wrong, I'd tell them it was make up, and they'd put they're hand on their chest and say something along the lines of "oh my god, I was so worried." I apologized for having deceived them, but I loved it. Eventually the bullet wounds fell off so it looked more plausible. But I kept it on all day. Because of all the concern and later compliments from people, I did a really good job with my very realistic looking make up. Huzzah!