The revolution is dead
So I guess I need a life, but I spent hours today trying to do Tinkerbell makeup, because my hair reminded me of Peter Pan. I even went on youtube and watched two tutorials, which should have taken about half an hour all together, but because my computer refuses to consistently stream video, it took an HOUR and TEN MINUTES.
What is even more sickening is that I actually sat there for that long. I wasn't even multitasking.
So then I try to do what those hard-won clips taught me, and I realize something- those girls had almond shaped eyes. No wonder it looked good on them. Almond eyes are beautiful as is, but also they just BEG to be made up in flamboyant colors.
I do not have almond shaped eyes, and therefore did not have the same space they did in which to play.
Whatever. I mean, I did the best I could. It was cute enough to go out in. Just not cute enough to warrant the approx. three hours of my life it ate. Also not cute enough to honor my favorite Disney character ever. Not Tink. Peter. I love Peter. And this just totally didn't cut it. Fuck.
See, this is why I don't wear makeup.
Also, why I need a hobby.
Actually, I have a hobby. It's my hedgehog, Wesley. Given the amount of photoshoots, filming, and generally unwanted attention he's received in the past week alone, it's pretty safe to say I need a life.
Especially if you're familiar with his Facebook page. I mean, I think it's the cutest thing ever. But it pretty much reinforces the previous statement.
Save me from myself.
What is even more sickening is that I actually sat there for that long. I wasn't even multitasking.
So then I try to do what those hard-won clips taught me, and I realize something- those girls had almond shaped eyes. No wonder it looked good on them. Almond eyes are beautiful as is, but also they just BEG to be made up in flamboyant colors.
I do not have almond shaped eyes, and therefore did not have the same space they did in which to play.
Whatever. I mean, I did the best I could. It was cute enough to go out in. Just not cute enough to warrant the approx. three hours of my life it ate. Also not cute enough to honor my favorite Disney character ever. Not Tink. Peter. I love Peter. And this just totally didn't cut it. Fuck.
See, this is why I don't wear makeup.
Also, why I need a hobby.
Actually, I have a hobby. It's my hedgehog, Wesley. Given the amount of photoshoots, filming, and generally unwanted attention he's received in the past week alone, it's pretty safe to say I need a life.
Especially if you're familiar with his Facebook page. I mean, I think it's the cutest thing ever. But it pretty much reinforces the previous statement.
Save me from myself.