We went shopping today. We took our little cousin, "Minnie". You'd know why if you saw how tiny she is.
First stop: Sephora. We went to get my makeup done. Yep, we finally went. My first thought in the store was, "Oh my goodness, if that gay guy over there is the one that does the makeup I am going to puke." He was talking valley girl style. Like a cheerleader. EW. Thankfully, he did not work in the makeup department.
Instead, I got a very nice lady with bright turqoise, sparkly eyeliner and a heck of a lot of mascara. I told her that I was really looking for a very natural look. Nothing flashy. She delivered.
I walked out very happy with the way I looked. I won't put eyeliner on the bottom lid, but other than that, it's just the way I need it. It's very natural looking. "It sure does cost a lot to look natural"- My mother's reflection.
My eyelashes are thick and very long, and I didn't really want much mascara. She showed me the clear mascara, which is basically hair spray for your eyelashes. PERFECT for me. I love it, and it won't smudge.
I got brown eyeliner. It's great. The black was too dramatic for me. This is going to be hardest to learn how to apply. It looks good. It's not overdone. Like I said earlier, I won't use so much on the bottom eyelid, but it still looks good.
Hm, let's see. I got an eye countour kit, whatever that is. Mom will have to show me how to apply all this again. I got a primer for concealer and eyeshadow.
Highlight of the shopping trip: We went to Sephora, and the lady, as we were leaving, gave us samples of the Justin Bieber fragrance. I just figured I'd burn mine later. The girls(my sister and Minnie) opened theirs in the car. The first thing out of their mouths was, "Justin Bieber stinks!" I said, "Yes, yes he does." I desperately wanted to put this on facebook, but I decided against offending people for the sake of laughing my head off.
The official inventory for Tishmeister: Hello Flawless, from benefit- powder. Stay, don't stray, from benefit- primer for concealers and eyeshadows. Sephora- clear mascara. Big beautiful eyes, from benefit. Erase paste- concealer. Lorac 3-in-1 eyeliner.
After this, we went to Build-a-Bear, and I attempted to text Tishmeister while the girls built their bears. I can't do it very well on my mom's phone. I almost called her to save the hassle, but I figured that she has an actual job. Besides, I didn't want to tell all my blog material. I wish Build-a-Bear had an opera outfit. I would have made a bear.
After this, we went to Claire's. I saw some piano knee-highs, but I knew I wouldn't wear them anywhere. I also saw a "Music is My Life" bracelet, but it had a guitar attatched and I knew I wouldn't wear it either. For the most part, I stood around and thought about what a tom-boy I am when it comes to jewelry. I can't stand it.
After this, we went to Belk. I have all but given up on the junior's department. Everything is too short and too small. They ought to rename it the anorexic department.
I am so tired. Exhausted, really. I haven't even practiced voice yet. But I will, believe me, I will. Every blog post seems to tie back to voice, but I follow where my moose leads me.
Dr. Singalot told me when we started voice lessons that he didn't give hour lessons until one got to college. Well, he's changed his mind, apparently. He like the idea of myself having an hour lesson this fall. I guess he thinks that I practice often enough to support and warrant an hour lesson. I never feel like he completely gets to all he could in a lesson. I'm looking forward to the extra time. I wonder if he'll switch anyone else over to an hour. I don't think anyone my age practices as much as me, which is fine. Nothing wrong with that, as long as you're not being lazy. I want more out of it, so I put more into it. It's simple.
I am loading up on good carbs and caffeine so I can make it through an hour of voice. Then, it's crashing time.
I know I made the rounds from shopping to voice, but that's what happens when you follow where your moose takes you.
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