YNo chocolate for you.
Logged on at 2:20, telling myself that I really had to start work soon so I should get off at 2:30. Then I start listening to Jack Johnson and Goo Goo Dolls and blog-hopping and suddenly it's nearly 3 and I realise I was supposed to get off half an hour ago and if I keep on going I'm never going to find out how Singapore got her independence!
I want out. :P Jac pouts her monkey face. (Dan's started naming my facial expressions--the newest one is the frog: lips pressed tightly together, spread out long across the face.)
Yesterday I had to figure out how to wear makeup. I won't tell you why--that's just too embarrassing and too long a story. But anyway, the situation necessitated it, my mum was away (and even if she were here I wouldn't trust her with eyeshadow) and I didn't have any makeup of my own.
I've done stage makeup--that's easy, you just slap some foundation and blush on your face, and run to someone to do your eyes for you. And stage makeup is supposed to be garish up-close, so you don't really care so much what you look like--and everyone around you looks clownish, like you, anyway. But I've never tried doing normal makeup myself, and the last time I wore makeup out was Founder's Day Dinner two years ago, and Gilly's aunt did makeup for me, and we all know what happened then (Zhen: our secret.).
So anyway, I raid my mum's makeup drawer, and in the process find out that she has an amazing amount of stuff! It takes me 10 minutes to find the right foundation for my skin (thank goodness I know where the makeup remover is), and then another 10 minutes to figure out what colour I should use for eyeshadow that will match my dress, and how to put it on so that it looks subtle. After 15 minutes in there my dad starts bugging me about being in his room for too long, and he needs to change, and we need to leave in 10 minutes, so I decide to forget about the blush (I have bad experiences with blush) and my mum doesn't have mascara anyway so as fun as it is trying to make my eyelashes longer I can't and that would cause a major disaster, from past experience, anyway.
After Dad's changed we go off and the whole experience is harrowing, and there's too much loud music and too many unfamiliar people and thank goodness we only need to stay for an hour and when I meet Dan later he can't even tell I've got makeup on but I think I look better and anyway they say you're not supposed to be able to tell right? So I think it's pretty much a success. Gilly, be proud of me!
Dan called while I was typing this. He's booking out, and I haven't finished Singapore's journey to independence yet, and if I had we would have been able to go out (I think) but anyway he's coming over to do work so YAYY I should start work (that didn't make sense).
Can't wait till all this senseless mugging is over.
Monkey face.
jac was here with you
9/08/2006 02:59:00 pm