Monday, August 30, 2004

SICK TO FUCKING DEATH OF HEADACHES

I believe I've had a headache EVERY.SINGLE.DAY for the past 10 days. FUN. I'm trying to cut back on the excedrine, because really; you don't need that much running through your veins all the time. Not only that, but I've cycled my way through various medicines for headaches, and it's to the point where that's the only stuff that works. Not cool. I bought some tylenol today and I'm drinking a diet coke with it for the caffeine effect. Hopefully it'll help.

That weekend just flew by didn't it? Friday night, we went down to a friend's house and had dinner, then ended up at Winco at like midnight doing our grocery shopping. That place is the shits in some aspects but is the shits in others. For example, shopping there during the day on a weekend.... you might as well put a gun in your mouth; it's not a fun experience. You are battling a million other tightwads with shopping carts and about a bizillion snotty nosed kids running amok. Shopping there at night? about 90% less people, but now you are battleing the surly stock people. People who stack the aisles tall and wide with boxes, and who don't particularly give a shit if you are trying to reach the spaghetti sauce. Dicks.

Saturday morning I was supposed to meet with a trainer at the gym, but totally overslept, and so I spent the morning cleaning and then went down to get my makeup done at the MAC counter. I thought it would be a good idea, try out a new look (all in hopes of looking my best for the wedding.) It started out badly, and went downhill from there. They couldn't find my name on their appointment register and when I insisted that I had called the previous Monday it was gently implied that perhaps I was mistaken. Or had called a different store. No Fuckwad. I called Tukwila. Because they were doing a 'product launch', there were scads of people everywhere, and of course they were just 'booked solid'. After standing for about 5 minutes, with pursed lips and my arms folded I was told they'd fit me in in a half hour. Fine. Whatever. So I went down the The Bon, did what I had to do there, came back and the trendy gal who I instantly hated told me that 'oopsy, you were on the book the whole time, she just couldn't read the handwriting.' Lovely. They hooked me up with a freelance makeup artist named Rainy. She was blonde and curly, thin and pretty... but had some odd colors on her face and if there is one cardinal rule I tend to follow when allowing someone to do my makeup... it's that if the person looks like a fucking clown they probably will make your face up to look like one too.

Luckily, I didn't leave looking like a clown. However, I did have some issues. I could tell about halfway in that she wasn't doing my makeup in a way that I was going to like. She layered and layered and layerd about 50lbs of eyeshadown in dark colors on my lids forever. I had told her I was going for a warm, neutral look on my eyes... nothing with yellow undertones because I look sallow in yellow. Apparently she took that nugget of information and decided I'd look just stunning in glittery gold shit, as that was smeared all over my lids. When I initially saw what she was doing, I started having a small panic attack. The kind when you are fighting tears thinking "this looks bad, this looks bad, oh God, this looks bad. She's not doing this right, is she BLIND? Oh my God, this is so not how I wanted this to turn out..." and so on. I kept wanting to say, "here, let ME do it." but then I rationalized that this was just a saturday, nothing big and I could wash it off at home.

Basically, my one rule in applying eye makeup is that it should blend into the rest of my face. I don't want severe lines where the makup starts and stops. I had brown and gold smeared from lid to eyebrown in the space from the outside of my eye to the inside of the bridge of my nose. It was not subtle. It did not blend. I was NOT.HAPPY. I also do not know how to criticize diplomatically so I kept my mouth shut, paid for my purchases and high tailed it out of there. I wish I had a better picture but here is the nastiness that is the gold eyeshadow.


Yeah. The picture doesn't really do it justice. OH! And she outlined my lips OUTSIDE of my actual lips with liner and filled it all in. DO I NOT HAVE BIG LIPS ALREADY YOU DUMB BITCH? Seriously. I looked like Ronald Fucking Mcdonald. UGH.

Anyway, I redid my makeup with some new colors I had purchased and got this:





I like my job much better. Anyhoo, then Troy and Holly came over for dinner and we all sat around and chit chatted. I crocheted like a motherfucker this weekend... I had purchased a cute little onesie for a cousin's baby (said cousin has MANY tattoos all over his arms and well, self) and the onesie said 'My daddy has more tattoos than your daddy." I thought it was cute, well that was like 3 weeks ago when she was already a week old and today I got an email saying that they wouldn't be shipping my order for like 8 more weeks. FUCK THAT. So I demanded a refund and if I work my ass off tonight I might be able to finish one of the blankets I started this weekend and I'll mail that shit off this week.



I leave you with the sweetest picture of my weekend, Aaron and Ben all snuggled up. I could just bite them both, they're so cute.

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