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{July 29, 2009}   Make-up Artistry- Update

So, recently, I looked up how much money I’ll have to spend on my make-up kit, and let me tell you… It’s a lot. As in, unaffordable, a lot. Sure, I can buy cheap shit. But, the expensive stuff is the good stuff, in this case. I mean, I spent about a hundred on the bullshit I’m currently using!!

I recently did a test shoot with my buddy, and in the majority of the pictures, my make-up looks like crap. It’s so frustrating, because it looked fine in person. But the goddamn lights wash all the colors out. I need make-up with a higher pigmentation.

My main goal would be to get a kit of entirely MAC products, but that’s REALLY running up my costs. So it might take awhile. In the meantime, I’ll have to try some other products first. I tried to use Maybelline eye shadow at first, but that blew, so now I used Max Factor for the rest of the pics.

The test shoot:

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{July 21, 2009}   Twilight- The rant

So, I’ve been trying to keep up with this blog, and sucking at it. Quite horribly. I guess I feel like everything I post should be about something entertaining or specific, so I just don’t post at all. But here’s the thing. My life isn’t all that interesting (unless you want me to list past events, because then I could write a freaking soap opera.) In truth, I spend most of my time working, overworking, and watching my boyfriend’s back while he plays video games. (To give him credit, that actually happens with my permission because I’d rather go online anyway.)

But seriously. I don’t have anything to write about. Most of the time.

So here’s what I decided to do for this entry, just to get my writer’s juices flowing. I’m going to write about whatever the hell I want. Sound good? Sweet.

For today’s topic, let’s talk about Twilight, since this is something I actually have quite alot to say about. The Twilight “pop culture phenomenon” is currently the source of almost all my anger nowadays. Now, this is not because I think it’s a stupid book. I happen to have been one of the few people who was a fan of the series BEFORE emo children turned it into the Hot Topic craze that it is today. Honestly, the first book is good, but it’s not great. Some of the symbolism (which most people don’t even realize it has) was really impressive to me, but I literally remember reading it and being like, “That was cute… but so-so.” The thing about it that really turned off the charm for me was the whole Bella’s-undying-love thing. There was absolutely no falling in love in that book whatsoever. I just didn’t get it. One minute they didn’t know each other. The next they were getting to know each other. And then the next, they were so in love they would kill for each other.

WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT SHIT?!

My boyfriend and I have been together for about 3 years. Now, I know that he’s not a drop-dead sexy vampire that thinks I smell delicious, but I just really don’t see myself obsessing the way Bella does. The story, in my opinion, is not written in a way that the target audience really FEELS what Bella feels when she falls in love with Edward. So while the book may be cute, it doesn’t even come close to amazing. I love the series overall, but the foundation for it is a romance that is completely unbelievable.

That's right folks. REAL vampires are bloody and morbid, and REAL vampire stories are, too.

That's right folks. REAL vampires are bloody and morbid, and REAL vampire stories are, too.

Another thing about Twilight that pisses me off is the fact that the first book in the OTHER series that Stephanie Meyer is writing IS A MILLION TIMES BETTER! The Host, which is written in a sort of post-apocalyptic world where humans have been overtaken by parasitic aliens (quite reminscient of Animorphs, I must say), is not only PHENOMENAL, it is well-fleshed out  and moving. I literally cried while reading it. Now THAT is a good romance. The concept behind the story is wonderful, unique (mostly), and, in some deeply thought and surprising ways, mind-blowingly complex. It made me sit and just… think.

Of course, it doesn’t have vampires in it. You actually have to like reading, and be genuinely into paranormal topics, in order to pick up this book. Which is another reason why Twilight annoys me. Every single time I meet someone who LOVES Twilight, I ask them if they’ve read The Host yet, and they say, “No, it doesn’t really interest me.” …..WTF?! It’s by the same freaking author! If you like Twilight, wouldn’t you look into what other amazing things that woman has written??

::sigh:: I suppose not everyone thinks that way. What a shame. Perhaps my real rant should be against posers who likes things because they’re cool and not because they’re genuinely amazing.

That's right. I'm talking about you. Poser.

That's right. I'm talking about you. Poser.

Oh yeah! One last thing…. I just wanted to thank William for keeping up with my posts. It keeps me going. Seriously.



{July 13, 2009}   Make-up Artistry

Today I decided to pursue a career that I’ve ALWAYS been interested in: make-up. I LOVE MAKE-UP! I’m pretty good at application already, so I hope that with a little extra work and some dedication I can make it happen. I’m gathering models, including myself and my two best friends, and with some collaborative effort from my bud, who’s a photog, we’re gonna start working on my portfolio. From there, I’m gonna start joining websites like modelmayhem.com, which I was on was I modeled regularly, to try and get some gigs.

So here’s to my future career!

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{July 12, 2009}   Atlantic City

So, yesterday I went down to Atlantic City to shore it up with my girlfriends…. And all I have to say is this:

IMAGINE!

(Me walking down the boardwalk with friends, while eating flaming hot cheetos)

(Random guy walks by us)

Random guy: I wish *I* were those flaming hot cheetos!

(Me promptly throwing my cheetos in the trash)

Yes folks. AC is that classy.



{July 9, 2009}   Flash Fiction

It might be crap, but I had an inspiration, and I couldn’t help but write it:

She was beautiful.

It was hard to remember exactly how beautiful, after all these months of booze. He could only recall a vague impression of soft hair and full lips that were almost too sweet to touch. He knows that he misses her, though. Not everyday do you find something to yearn for so badly, that even now, when your eyes can’t open fully on their own, you still know that you wish you still had it.

Her hair used to glow in the sun, like a vibrant halo around a frizzy mane of wavy locks. Everything about her was perfect. Even the parts that weren’t perfect. That is how much he wanted to be with her, to hold her, to love her. She used to want to love him to.

He still loved her.

Now, he smiled at his comrades and took another hit, grimacing with the buzz of pain and loss and everything that was his life without her.



{July 9, 2009}   Rough Draft- Chapter One

So, this is probably a pretty crappy piece, but… Well, the basic jist is that I’ve been trying to get back into writing recently, and have been having a hard time of it. I thought that maybe posting what I’ve got so far might help.

Please people! Help me!

This is the beginning of the first chapter of my novel, which is currently titleless. The book is a young adult paranormal romance. Lemme know what you think.

Chapter One

Life should have a restart button. You know, like this red bump on the side of your head that you can press when you are ready to leave everything you have behind and start over. I think erasing your own memories and making a clean slate for yourself is just too hard.

Of course, since I was trying anyway, I thought I picked a pretty good place to do it.

Mountainside’s streets were narrow and old, and my bike made a loud squealing noise in protest right as I rode past the welcome sign. I slowed my fierce pedaling down, eyeing the looming cabins surrounding me. These were real wood houses, made of thick logs glued with bright white cement. Together with the huge, ominous trees on every corner, the town looked like it was frozen in time, never moving past the days when people made their homes by hand and walked to the trading post to get their food.

Relief rushed over me. There were no Walmarts. No grocery stores with bold, ugly signs. Just bulky trees and oranging foliage, ripe with autumn.

With a deep sigh, I hopped off my bike and nearly collapsed on the side of the road. My whole body growled, pissed off at me for the stress I’d just put it through, and I most certainly felt it. But the worst was behind me. At least, my old home was. So were my old friends. My old job. My old life.

So what if a long bus ride and an hour of brutal bicycling later, I still couldn’t escape my thoughts? That one was a given.

All I had to do now was figure out what I was going to do. I was familiar with the area; my parents had a little retreat home in the forest about twenty minutes out of town. But it wasn’t like I had a place to go. I was just here.

A light breeze grazed my sweaty face. With a feeling of intense relaxation, I lifted my thick hair off my neck and laid down on the sidewalk. Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in. Breathe out.

My brief, meditative state brought to mind my therapist’s voice, trying to soothe me.

“Just take a deep breath, Evelyn,” she’d say, squinting at me from behind her gargantuan glasses. “Everything’s going to be okay.”

Yeah, right. Because, you know, I wasn’t completely alone in a town at least three hours from home, with no where to go. But, hey, at least I’d chosen to be here.

Part of my mind snarled at me, shrieking mean, horrible things, but I ignored it and sat up, taking a good look around me. I needed to get a move on. My butt wasn’t going to find a place to sleep for me. It was like my brother, Adam, always said. The best course of action was always action.

Thinking of Adam jabbed me in the heart. I swallowed hard, a knot bulging in my throat. I wanted to cry, but crying was for babies. I was no baby. My mind’s eye could see Adam lying in the hospital bed, ruined and broken, but I would not cry.

No matter how much I wanted to scream, I would not cry.

Reaching out to me through the chilly, empty night, a few bells chimed. Wiping my dry eyes impulsively, I stood up and peered around. The bells sang again. Someone was awake somewhere.

“C’mon, Eve,” I grumbled. I used my mind to lift my bike up and place the handlebars in my sweaty palms. “Let’s get going already.”

The bike felt much heavier than I could ever remember it feeling. Chalking it up to my exhausted arms, I used my telekinesis to carry it close to my hips, making sure to keep my hands on it, in case someone saw. Citizens of a colonial little town like Mountainside probably wouldn’t enjoy looking out their window in the middle of the night to see a strange girl with a hovering bike walking through. The last thing I wanted was to get chased by an angry mob.

I followed the sound of the bells, which rang sporadically from somewhere midtown. A chill of desperation settled into my bones with every darkened house I passed. Suddenly, my situation felt much less empowering and much more hopeless. Who the hell would let a stranger sleep in their home? I was a freaking bum.

Then, I saw it. The church, a cute little log cabin with a rather large cross planted on top, was situated in the middle of an island in the road, directly in front of me. And on the top floor, there were lights on.

I might not be one for religion, but I know a miracle when I see one.

My heart thrumming in my throat, I treaded up the church steps, laid my bike against the wooden wall, and knocked on the door. No one answered, but I could still hear the bells jingling, beckoning me. I knew, without a doubt, that if I was going to find a place to stay, this was my only hope. Tentatively, I turned the doorknob.

It opened without a hassle. Inside, the church smelled like pine and old chairs. I frowned, peering through the darkness in the hope of seeing a way upstairs. Silhouettes made chills creep up my arms; shadows played games with my eyes. I swallowed thickly, suddenly filled with unease, but determined to find those bells, I stepped forward.



{July 5, 2009}   I wanna hear your story

I’d like to write a book about people who’ve surpassed the odds in some way or another, but I’m having a hard time finding people who are willing to tell me their story! I’m not sure what to do…. Sure, I know stories myself, but I feel like people will give me a hard time if I ask. I dunno. I’ll make it happen, in any case.

Recently, I’ve been reading the book “The Secret.” Yes, I know. Cuturally phenomenon and all that jazz. But that’s what’s got me wanting to hear success stories from other people, and not just in reference to the book. But seriously, I find it really interesting. If you’ve never read the book, or watched the movie, you should. Who knows? It could just change your life.



{June 28, 2009}   Addiction: Sims Games

Now, I’m a huge fan of “The Sims” games in general. From my personal experience, I have yet to play one that disappointed. I loved Sims I and II, and though I haven’t played Sims III yet, IT LOOKS SO GOOD! It seems like every time a new version comes out, the Sims gets more and more detailed, until one day we’ll be able to live vicariously through the Sims to the point that they even go to work for us!

The issue for me, my friends, is the Sim City games. Recently, I purchased Sim City Creator for the Nintendo DS… And I haven’t put it down since.

I don’t know what it is about these god-complex-riddled games, but they’re addictive. I seriously played Sim City Creator until 3 am yesterday. What is it about plotting out residential zones and then waiting (…and waiting… and waiting) for people to move into them is so exciting? It’s honestly annoying, sitting there waiting, like, “What the hell is wrong with you people?? I SAID BUILD HOUSES THERE, YOU IDIOT!!” while the little city people, of course, don’t listen to me. They spite me on purpose.

And yet I sit and wait for them to build, and the next thing I know, I’ve gone from the Stone Age to Open Asia Middle Age, and from 12 am to 3 am.

Someone has got to tell them to stop making these damn games. It’s sucking the soul out of me. Help?



{June 26, 2009}   True Blood Love <3

Last season, I watched True Blood obsessively every single week. Now, I don’t think that’s it’s necessarily the best vampire show ever created, but I do rather enjoy it. The plotline is quite delectable. I mean, seriously, what kinda geek doesn’t dream of the days when vampires announce their existence to the world?! ::sigh::

But anyway, as I was saying, last season, every Sunday, my friends and I all got together and threw a little mini party after the episode was over. It was an effing blast. True Blood + sarcastic commentary= wild fun. So I was really excited for the new season to begin.

My summary of season numero 2 atm: Episode One was meh. Episode Two BLOWS ALL OTHER EPISODES AWAY!!! I was so captivated, it was ridiculous. I mean, the actual content of the show was ordinary TB goodness, but the ending was AMAZING! I don’t want to give it away for anyone that hasn’t seen it yet, but basically, Jessica is definitely a welcome addition to the show.

But yeah. Tonight I rewatched episode one of season one with my bf, because I’m trying to convince him to watch the show with me, and OMG I FORGOT HOW GOOD LAST SEASON WAS!!! Like, seriously? The moments when Sookie lays her eyes on Bill are just classic examples of two people who are totally enraptured by each other. Being the romantic that I am, I LOVE THOSE SCENES. That’s real love at first sight, unlike Edward and Bella, whose romance totally confused me when I initially read Twilight all those years ago. (My reaction was somewhere along the lines of, “Wait… When did they fall in love??? And how?!?“) Just in general, the diversity of the characters, and the realism in Sookie not being a drop-dead bombshell just really make this show a winner for me. I can’t wait to rewatch the rest of the season.

AND I CAN’T WAIT FOR NEXT THIS WEEK’S EPISODE!

They just can't look away.

They just can't look away.

If you don’t watch True Blood, make sure you catch up. New episodes are every Sunday at 9 pm on HBO!!



{June 25, 2009}   Conventions Rule ^_^

So, I recently discovered the joy of conventions. First, I went to the AnimeNext Convention in Somerset, NJ. AMAZING FUN. I got a ton of new mangas, ate lots of Pocky, bought some awesome cat ears, and I got to see the j-pop band Fake? play in concert. It was so cool. The artists in the gallery were all quite good. The only thing I didn’t like about it was that all the events that took place at the Doubletree Hotel were crammed and hard to find. And smelly, though I think that’s just part of being at a convention ahaha.

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Blurry, but so classic

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Cat Ears!!!

Then I went to the Wizard World convention in Philly. It was SO AWESOME! I got to see Lou Ferrigno (The Incredible Hulk), took pictures with some of my favorite super heroes (WONDER WOMAN), and bought the most awesome corset. SUCCESS!

WONDER WOMAN!!!!

WONDER WOMAN!!!!

Awesome chalk painting

Awesome chalk painting

Who doesn't love sexy men with big guns???

Who doesn't love sexy men with big guns???

If you’ve never been to a convention before, I highly recommend it. Just bring lots of money with you. And a shopping list.



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