Life Update # 4

Hi Beautiful Blossoms!

The title is a bit of a hint as to why I haven’t been active in the blogosphere: adjustment really is quite a process, one that I had hoped to easily glide through like I have done before.

I managed to move back to my official Home Borough – I had imagined that this would only happen at least after a year had passed, but mercifully I was spared from waiting and slowly rotting away at my old-new old again job by a chance encounter involving a recruiting company.

Said company secured me a better job (arguably less stressful, but it is a bit frustrating that I am not as well informed as I would personally like to be. But no matter, I’ve only been on for close to a month now), but along with that came a return to college to try and improve my supposed welfare (I’m still bitter about the way my first college run ended). Since my job has me on day shift, I had to make sure my class was after my shift ended.

It seems easy enough at a glance – did I mention that I have to dive into Manhattan to go to school? And no, commuting is out of the question since my work is hardly accessible by bus or subway.

People who worked during the day and attended night school have always had my respect, though now at a much deeper level than before.

Admittedly, I had hoped that with the new job and the push from college, I could turn to makeup as my go-to hobby again. But with all the unnecessary drama that’s taken place and the reality of the beauty community’s underbelly finally exposed, I wonder if I even want to be associated with the industry.

tl;dr I started a new job but the commute is long and I also have night school during the week, so my commute is even longer. And I’m losing interest in makeup because of what’s happening in the community.

Jelly

Today’s mood is me being irrationally jelly. Of people in the mall who walk around with Sephora bags.

No doubt they are happy with scoring something from the store. Or maybe they finally got the chance to get a gift for someone else. There will always be that air of mystery surrounding those black-and-white striped bags that strangers around me tote around.

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FoD: The MLM Adventures (Final)

I was going through my previous blog entries, trying to figure out which series were left hanging on a thread (I’m trying to get myself reorganized with my Series), and it turns out that I never finished the story of my time as an MLM rung/step/shill/seller.

Shall we get to the end? No worries, it’s not terribly long – if anything, you can probably guess what happened next.

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2017: Year of Moar Selfies

That’s right: this year, I’m going to try and work up the nerve to post more selfies. While wearing a face full of what’s in my stash.

I’m not a selfie person. To me, people who constantly take selfies are perceived as narcissists – it doesn’t bother me if you’re by yourself and snapping away, but if I’m in your company and we gotta haul ass somewhere and you’re snapping pictures nth amount of times trying to get that perfecti angle, don’t be surprised if by the time you finish, I’m miles ahead of you. I just don’t have the patience to just stand idly while someone snaps away trying to get that perfect selfie or snaps one selfie after another with different poses.

In the end, it’s still you.

Rant aside, I also have reservations about putting my face out in public while wearing a full gear of makeup. Aside from having my image stolen for catfishing purposes (watch MTV’s “Catfish: The Series” and you’ll see what I mean), it’s also something I never really understood or could ever get into. But it appears to be a mandate when you want to call yourself a beauty blogger/vlogger soooo…

Moar selfies it is, I guess. Because the makeup culture demands sacrifice from its netizens.

My Tarte Amazonian Clay Blush

Surprise, Beautiful Blossoms! I actually got around to writing an entry today (in part because I do admire you lovely Blossoms that manage to post an entry everyday in spite of your undoubtedly busy schedules. You put me to shame) as a means of trying to get my head above the water that is depression and dammit, I’m a self-titled beauty blogger and vlogger so I need to get my shit together and act like one.

In-between my computer activity and coloring a page from one of my coloring books, I find myself browsing through Ulta’s, Sephora’s, and e.l.f’s online stores and Temptalia going “fight me” for new products that I would want. And I found none.

That was hammered in further when I found myself trying to roll-call all the makeup brushes that I own (and I could swear I have a helluva lot more than what I see) and I had to dig through my haphazard drawer of e.l.f. Baked Blushes Highlighters in Pinktastic, Ardell Lashes bought from IMATS, my Bite Beauty Lipsticks in their Sephora bag, and Kiko Stylo Lipsticks to name a few. I found 3 (I could have sworn I went nuts at the e.l.f. store in Roosevelt Field but maybe I’m just tripping again) and brought them out.

All that just to cough up three e.l.f. brushes.

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