I promise that I’m going to post my first video soon, I have a hair tutorial in the works and all this fancy shit that I was going to do today but then I got a migraine from Mexican food or from all the liquor I drank last night. It’s a long story. But first I want to take the time to do some bitching…
When I first started getting the idea to start this blog because I would have a lot of my friends or even strangers come up to me asking how to do makeup or how I learned, I never really thought that maybe some of the things that I do are considered to be “outrageous” to others. I hear a lot lately that girls want to start experimenting with new things when it comes to their makeup, but they’re too scared that they couldn’t “pull it off.” To be honest, I don’t even know what that means, to be able to “pull something off.” If you do it, and you like it, then why should you give a shit what anyone else thinks? If you want to wear black lipstick and green eyeshadow then do it, if people get their panties in that much of a wad over it, tell them to fuck off. That’s way more offensive and they’ll forget all about your makeup. People give way too much thought about what people think. I’m pale, have red hair, and wear bright lipstick, and too much eye liner, but you know what? That’s me. I don’t want to be tan with stick straight natural brown hair and a Hollister sweater. Those are the girls that offend me. NO identity.
Shortly after I posted this blog’s url on Facebook, I got a message in my inbox from one of the random white trash people that I accept on Facebook because we had mutual friends (which I won’t be doing anymore) This message was saying that my blog was a terrible idea, and that his girlfriend was talking about how excited she was for it, and he told her that girls that wear makeup are whores, and that what I was doing was dragging girls down. I didn’t even respond because it was so stupid that it wasn’t even worth me wasting my time, I spent my time taking a shit or doing something way more important than responding to it. WEARING MAKEUP HAS NO CORRELATION TO BEING A WHORE. I wish that people would understand that. When I think of the biggest whores I know, they wear little to no makeup and they still squat on dick like it’s their profession. Being a whore doesn’t get you a five year relationship and a karat. So if my makeup has racked up whore points, I would like to know where I cash them in.
But most importantly, I officially start makeup school in March :) Woo hoo.
Makeupalley.com is literally my lord and savior. It’s a website that’s a huge compilation of product reviews, ranging from face washes, to makeup, to perfume, anything that has to deal with making you perty. I can’t buy anything without reading the reviews on there first, it’s kind of an anal habit of mine, but if the reviews say that product a sucks, then it sucks. Any time I don’t listen and buy something anyhow, it’s always a waste of money, because I always buy makeup brushes made of cat hair, or some eye shadow that is made of pressed cigarette ashes or some shit like that and it makes me kick myself. You have to sign up to read reviews, but if you appreciate saving money and not having shitty product, take the two seconds to sign up. And alllssooooooo, my first video tutorial for winged “cat” eye liner should be coming soon. Meow.
I honestly have no god loving idea how to use Tumblr. I’ve sat here looking at the screen for ten minutes trying to figure it out which is a lot longer than I put into every day projects, but whatever. I want a tumblr, 1) because I need to start comprising a collections of my makeup work if I ever intend to go anywhere with it and 2) because I feel like I need somewhere to personally express my serious opinions and thoughts that I don’t put on Facebook. So, a proper glimpse into my mind I suppose which is very rare. My inner most thoughts and sentiments are my arsenal. Something that only the closest to me get to see, and it even scares the shit out of them. So we’ll see how this goes.