One of those days that heals the bad ones
Today was amazingly.
I slept late and woke from a chic!power dream, where I was in a little rag tag group of people being run by kyllo. We were infiltrating neighbor hoods in the daytime, sneaking around all stealthy like, and at night were defended the city in these huge power-ranger-robots-meets-transformer machines. Except for the part where both of those were piloted by people and somehow we grew bigger while inside them, so they fit like machine costumes over us while we towered over the city during our fights. It was super serious business while in the dream and is giddy funny to look back at.
I lazed away my early morning hours, then picked up the Debbie and headed out the expensive mall in the city. This was supposed to be the day where she held my hand basically and I got my first real facial at her favorite place, while asking all the omg makeup questions I wanted to ask in my life. That happened. So did-- free eyebrow waxing (omg, a first. If you ever wondered just how sensitive my skin is.....we did it around ten hours ago and the skin is still pink. Though it was more painful for me with the horribly sensative I look nice but have no plans to continue the trend), fun in Bath Junkie, luxurious spoilness at Godiva (Their chocolates are divine and their hot chocolate is unregrettable), plus also the buying of makeup. We talked and laughed and had a blast before we parted ways.
On the girly front, I still am the lowest skin tone of pale one can get. Apparently my undertones are a red-orange, and shockingly the perfect color for my blush when one takes into account both those things is a pink. That’s right, many years of not understanding blush, not because it just didn't work with me, but simply because it was that color I was avoided at all cost. I look adorably cute and classic and girl with pink blush.
I showed off my facial look of course, which was fun and led to random evening plans at home with company.
There was a nice arrangement of an hordurve plate at the beginning (of salami, cream cheese, chocolate cover kishi mandarins, avocado and pear slices), then dinner (chicken that had been marinated next to a sugar pea stir-fry) and a smooth old port with it. [Let me scare you more and tell I had to buy nothing, nor plan anything, and this just can be figured out from things on hand in house. All of it] Food extravaganza was enjoyed with a viewing of Across the Universe. It was one of my Valentine's Gifts. It's kind of cute and silly. But it lead to much commentary and we spent the evening curled up on the floor, singing along with the songs, trying to predict what would happen or which song would come next, or how they change the characters.
And thus, I should be sleeping or at least in my bed very soon, as my mind is fuzzy because I am entirely in a girly/friendship/boy/wine/song/chocolate/skin high, and it took me thirty seconds to figure out how to spell 'pear.'
I think I will find a poetry book, like Witch Tree that I've been meaning to crack, and read before I sleep.
Such an amazing day.
I slept late and woke from a chic!power dream, where I was in a little rag tag group of people being run by kyllo. We were infiltrating neighbor hoods in the daytime, sneaking around all stealthy like, and at night were defended the city in these huge power-ranger-robots-meets-transformer machines. Except for the part where both of those were piloted by people and somehow we grew bigger while inside them, so they fit like machine costumes over us while we towered over the city during our fights. It was super serious business while in the dream and is giddy funny to look back at.
I lazed away my early morning hours, then picked up the Debbie and headed out the expensive mall in the city. This was supposed to be the day where she held my hand basically and I got my first real facial at her favorite place, while asking all the omg makeup questions I wanted to ask in my life. That happened. So did-- free eyebrow waxing (omg, a first. If you ever wondered just how sensitive my skin is.....we did it around ten hours ago and the skin is still pink. Though it was more painful for me with the horribly sensative I look nice but have no plans to continue the trend), fun in Bath Junkie, luxurious spoilness at Godiva (Their chocolates are divine and their hot chocolate is unregrettable), plus also the buying of makeup. We talked and laughed and had a blast before we parted ways.
On the girly front, I still am the lowest skin tone of pale one can get. Apparently my undertones are a red-orange, and shockingly the perfect color for my blush when one takes into account both those things is a pink. That’s right, many years of not understanding blush, not because it just didn't work with me, but simply because it was that color I was avoided at all cost. I look adorably cute and classic and girl with pink blush.
I showed off my facial look of course, which was fun and led to random evening plans at home with company.
There was a nice arrangement of an hordurve plate at the beginning (of salami, cream cheese, chocolate cover kishi mandarins, avocado and pear slices), then dinner (chicken that had been marinated next to a sugar pea stir-fry) and a smooth old port with it. [Let me scare you more and tell I had to buy nothing, nor plan anything, and this just can be figured out from things on hand in house. All of it] Food extravaganza was enjoyed with a viewing of Across the Universe. It was one of my Valentine's Gifts. It's kind of cute and silly. But it lead to much commentary and we spent the evening curled up on the floor, singing along with the songs, trying to predict what would happen or which song would come next, or how they change the characters.
And thus, I should be sleeping or at least in my bed very soon, as my mind is fuzzy because I am entirely in a girly/friendship/boy/wine/song/chocolate/skin high, and it took me thirty seconds to figure out how to spell 'pear.'
I think I will find a poetry book, like Witch Tree that I've been meaning to crack, and read before I sleep.
Such an amazing day.