Make-Up Lesson FTW!

So, I grew up as a tomboy. A SEVERE Tomboy! I hated dresses, skirts, the colors pink and purple, loved sports, knives and martial arts. My role model in life was my pastor's wife who severely disliked dressed and skirts, and only ever wore a dress on her wedding day. But, things change I suppose.

I had my second make-up lesson today. I figure I should learn how to use make-up. It's something every girl is supposed to know right? Stereotype much yeah? but...It is something useful to know. So....I caved. My best friend has been teaching me about make-up and today she took me shopping.

We bought:

• Brushes (& Sh*t as she puts it)
• eye shadow - nudes and natural colors like I like and some blues that she think will look good...
• some type of powder finisher thing....(see how much I know about make-up?)
• eye liner
• mascara

After we got back to her house, she made me practice. Yeah...I poked my eye many many times and I kept making myself into a raccoon...make-up just does not come natural to me.

anyway...here's a picture of a cute doggie!

It looks like there's a stuffed animal next to me rather than a dog...

The Truth, The Lies and Everything in between.

I have always wondered why I prefer fiction books to non-fiction. I have also always wondered why I would rather stay up all night long to read rather than sleep and dream. Well, I just finished a book about facing the truths and so I thought I'd write a little truth.

I prefer fiction books to non-fiction because they help me escape. I escape my life and my world in favor of other lives and worlds that I would much prefer. For every fiction book, even the ones with sad endings seem to be more exciting and better lives than mine. I find my life boring and unsatisfying. I was once told by a very bright person to beware that slipping of worlds. She was right.

The truth about staying up at night is not always because of depression. I have always blamed it on that. But part of the truth is I do not wish to face the new day. Nor do I wish to face my dreams or to end my day the way it is. It seems to me that I do nothing worth remembering, I talk about nothing in particular and I want to stay up in hopes that something interesting will happen. It's is a child's folly.

So in essence, I prefer the fiction and I stay up all night because I am afraid of my life and bored of it too. I wish to be someone else, to live someone else's life and I dislike mine. What a wonderful discovery, eh?

As I've always been one who touts honesty as the best option, so much so that I am honest enough to hurt everyone's feelings, I hope I can sleep now that I have posted to anyone who wants to read that I am dissatisfied with myself and my life at 5am in the morning.

Let sleeping dogs lie with my foot.