The Norwegians are coming! The Norwegians are coming!

Tuesday, September 30, 2008

Ha! So apparently the Norwegians are coming for TVT, a giant volleyball tournament held every year by my school (one of the advantages of being one of the largest high schools in western Canada)

They come every year, and everyone swoons. Who wouldn’t, though? Dashing, tall, blonde, and athletic…

DIY projects

Monday, September 29, 2008

I want to make these, inspired by Martha Stuart. The first is a ribbon storage box, and the latter a charging station. (tut on the latter, just follow the link) God, I’m lame. I should be clubbing and having fun, not doing weekend projects like a lame-ass fortysomething burnout.

On the other hand, everything will be clean! I love clean!

The Germans are coming! The Germans are coming!!

Sunday, September 28, 2008

The exchange students made it to our school on Friday.

As expected, the girls are all unfairly gorgeous and from what I can hear, there’s one guy that everyone’s going crazy over (pity I don’t have any classes with the boy he shadows…)

One heart, out of two. One love, me and you.

Friday, September 26, 2008

September 26th, 2007, theNotice was born. Since then, we’ve done our fair share of things.Our first review, of the delicious Body Shop Cocoa Butter stick.

When we told you about our weight issues. I’m still dealing with this, and getting nowhere. It got better, but that didn’t stick. We started at 112, slid down slowly to 105, 104, 103. We plateaued on 102.4 for the longest time, and hit an all-time low at 99.7 pounds.

We were diagnosed with Wolff-Parkinson-Whyte. In retrospect, it was the best and worst possible thing that could have happened to me. Why? Because I fell in love with it. And now it’s gone.

Our family is so pathetically fucked up that it makes me want to scream, or cry, or possibly just take a tumble off the roof. And it’s all your fault. Thing is… if you weren’t here, it would be great. You know why? Because Dad‘s never home, moms my best friend, and my sister can be just what you need some days.

Started attaching lyrics to not only blog posts, but also people. This post; Stars.

Realized what I want, and what I cannot have.

We fixed your frizzy winter hair and shiny faces, not to mention saving your skin as you age by tipping you off to a great new sunscreen.

Found (and showed you) two really fantastic contour blushes.

We feel excluded every Sunday morning…but really, what are we missing?

Found a holy grail blusher. And even gave you a brush rundown so you can put it on every morning.

Talked about Sarah Palin, and it was well-recieved.

I scare myself shitless every night. Being hunted by serial killers that are mailmen and also demons. Killing my best friend. Having to pick only one person to save. Sending a little boy to hell. That’s just the tip of the iceberg.

Gave you guys a few awesome tutorials.

Tried to sell necklaces, put out some pretty cool series.

We ranted about age for a while. Told you about our baggage and our past classmates (as well as our current ones), and retold the story that can be summed up in two words: assault rifle.

Showed you a cool new liner, as well as a cult classic lippie.

Realized that, at then end of the day… I am broken.

But most importantly?

Over the year, I’ve grown to love theNotice. I mean, I started talking for both of us, for god’s sake. The amount of beauty content has been upped, but not for you – for me. We’ve networked and made friends, and refrained from turning a profit… it’s still undiluted honestly, weather I’m talking about makeup or making up.

I’ve definitely grown and changed as a person, and theNotice is growing up right next to me. We’re in it for the long haul.

T minus one day and counting

Thursday, September 25, 2008

Just how far have we come?

Everything still feels the same, but everything feels different; page hits are staying relatively low, but there’s been an influx of great minds and fabulous people – the hits now have faces and names and emotions. Sure, the numbers are similar, but you’re all very different. You’re all so very real.

Posting is still the same, but feels so different; I say what I want, when I want, how I want to. I’m not restrained not limited. But there is so much more to say, now – I can write about an entire new world, a beautiful new world, of cosmetics and products galore. Or, on the other hand, of the dazzling new world I feel like I’m in, learning to let go.

So if the hits and posts are the same, but they feel so different, just how far have I come?

Far. Farther than the top of the mountain and farther than the rift in the ocean; I can see forever and it looks so lovely.

The more I wrote about me, the more I realized that unless I changed, nothing else would. And the more I wrote about beauty, the more I realized how much I love it. So I changed to accommodate both. I dropped full IB, giving me 250 more hours of free time over two years without the mandatory CAS hours. It gave me a foreign new feeling, that of normality – I’m no longer one of the “elite” IB workhorses, I’m just your regular partial IB student.

Why did I drop it, though? Not the time, not the pressure. It’s all about the love I was talking about. Dropping IB Biology meant three more credits – paired with the three I had kicking around, I created space for Cosmetology 20 – Colouring. I’m going to finally do something I love, instead of something I feel I have to do. I’m going to be colouring and bleaching and giving facials and doing makeup instead of cutting open fetal pigs, and that’s okay with me. That is so okay with me.

I’m going to do Psychology in University, instead of Psychiatry. No one will look at me in awe, and I won’t be able to flaunt years of medical training. But I’m going to be deal with normal people and normal issues, and I’m going to be able to talk them through the worst times in their life. I want this. I don’t truly want Psychiatry; I know I can’t live handing out pills to mentally unstable strangers. I’ll make a ton less, but I won’t have to kill myself in school and I don’t need to stress over marks – it’s an Arts, not a Sciences.

And maybe I’m going to do another thing that I want to do. Maybe I’ll be a freelance makeup artist to get myself through University, instead of working some low-end retail job. So how far have I come? What is the difference between me today, and me a year ago?

Today, I’m brave enough to do it.

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