Make-up

Considering that this is a blog made by two girls, I’m surprised this issue hasn’t come up before. Well, here it is.

Hi. I’m Haley Clouser and I wear make-up. What’s the shame in that? You see, there is none.

Every girl is bound to wear some sort of make-up, even if it doesn’t necessarily have the title as make-up. Glitter = make-up.

I’ll admit, I like wearing make-up because of the whole comfort zone it provides. I feel better with it on and I feel more self-conscious without it. It’s like someone who has a favorite ring or necklace that they feel “naked” when they don’t have it on. That’s the same feeling that I have. Plus, the whole deal that eye-liner costs eight bucks per seemingly only 1/2 ounce bottle, I’m using the whole dang thing ’til it dries up.

I like wearing make-up. I’m not suggesting you should wear it (especially if you’re a guy…unless you want to?), I’m just saying it’s what I like. I do try to not wear make-up, but then there’s the “what if” factor. What if I look worse when I don’t have make-up on? That’s why I wear it. Without taking that risky step, I eliminate that “what if” and that potential drop of self-esteem.

And why do guys insist on girls to not wear make-up? I mean, in a sense, that’s kind of hypocritical. Guys want girls to look “hot” and yet most of their definitions of being ”hot” are based on girls that wear make-up (well and skanky clothes). So when they ask us to “try not to wear make-up”, they want us to be the opposite of what they are looking for? I don’t understand. Obviously, girls (most of them) try to be what guys want…including me. So, it’d be less confusing if they’d just say what they want. Make a group consensus ya know?

meh.

 

Eagle.

 

P.S. I’m not a man-hater (Trust me, I love me some men ). Just lately, the posts have seemed that way…I don’t know why?

Fall means pumpkin.

 

Pumpkin pies, pumpkin frapps at Starbucks, pumpkin cookies…..

If I could, I would smell like pumpkin spice all of the time. I would live in a pumpkin house, with pumpkin doors, and pumpkin-patterned curtains covering the pumpkin-colored window panes. My stove, after every meal that was delicately cooked, would leave the scent of pumpkin to diffuse throughout the house. My washer would run on pumpkin-scented detergent and my dryer would smell like baked pumpkin bread whenever I emptied it. Heck, as much as I love the smell of Old Spice, if my future husband/man/whatever you call significant other smelled like pumpkin, I would be an extremely happy person; so happy, that I might have to cover more of the house with pumpkin-related items until I couldn’t handle it any more.

But, alas, pumpkins only grace the land in Fall, and for some reason, I only feel this passionate about this lovely fruit of the earth when leaves begin to leave the trees.

A girl can dream though. And, with all of the stress and no sleep, a bubble bath sounds really good right now.

Only, the soap has to smell like…..well, you know.

I’ll give you a hint, it starts with a ‘p’ and ends with a ‘kin’.

 

I’m ridiculous.

Brown Bear

Oh Baby, Baby

Talking about relationships and the distinction between friend and boyfriend, there are still some aspects that are COMPLETELY different in perspective between girls and guys. It seems that boys are more willing and courageous to take that chance of going out with a girl with literally only knowing her for a day or so. Girls, on the other hand, prefer that they establish some sort of bond, be it friend or even more, to be in a relationship. No girl, unless she is a skank, wants to be in an immediate relationship with a guy without actually knowing him. Here’s a situation from a guy’s perspective (thanks to the assistance from today): There’s a guy and a girl, and the guy likes the girl…ASK HER OUT ALREADY! Here’s the same situation but from a girl’s perspective: There’s a guy and a girl, and the guy likes the girl. The guy should wait to ask her out in order for each to know one another better. Then, if the guy is past the “friend stage”, he can possibly ask the girl out. BUT, the important part in this situation is that there has to be something established beforehand.

Today, that was discussed to the point where it got confusing…well, for the guy it did. I just think it’s funny how guys and girls have the most polar opposite views but can still make something out of it to date. I guess there just has to be the right people on both sides to make it work?

I also thought it was interesting how, even though a person likes someone, they refer to that person as a pronoun based on gender, obviously he/she or him/her. If that person is so special and almost dear to your heart, why categorize them as a ’him’ or ‘her’. For instance, “I know she’s  there, and I do want to go because she’s there.” It’s like the actual name of that person is dangerous to say. I understand the use of those pronouns for the confidentiality and sly approach (trust me, I’ve had my fair share of he’s and him’s), but why not just say the name? I’ve went out on plenty of limbs to tell a guy that I like him, and, yes, I was scared at the moment but it did pass. After telling them, you find out if they are who you really thought they were. Plus, saying the name will let other people know who you like, especially nosy people like me.

 

Why is it that all the relationship talks happen at mexican restaurants?

Eagle.

I admit…

I did watch the Glee Project at one point, but good thing I watched it at the right time because otherwise I would have thrown my shoe at the TV. Anyways, I saw this kid play Blackbird by The Beatles. He’s AMAZING! His voice, his style, his cuteness all make it WONDERFUL! But, the down side is I don’t know if he’s gay or not. That’s okay though because not knowing makes it okay to like him! I’d love for him just to walk in and sing it! Man, he’s good.

 

Eagle.

For the first time in a long time,

I feel like nothing can stand in my way.  Because, in complete honesty and corny-ness to the millionth power (hehe), I’m too happy to care.

 

Happy Fall!

 

Brown Bear

 

Hmmm.

There has been so many things running through my mind lately that I feel like when I think of them, they just unexpectedly come out into the open. Not that these random impulses are bad, but they are just so irrelevant (kind of) to what other people are saying that I figured I should just say them here.

I’ve been thinking about how we are so small. I mean “we” as in human kind. After the earthquake, I felt so tiny and vulnerable that I became overwhelmed by the fact that I can’t necessarily control everything. I finally saw the world as this massive, gentil yet destructive place, and in a moment, it can easily be one or the other. Having, quite literally, your world shaken just opens up new meanings to petty things. They mean nothing. The earthquake also gave me this epiphany of how humans are just little specs on a huge surface. It gave me this perspective of if I wanted to be “a big fish in a small pond” or “a small fish in a big pond”. I don’t want to be controlled by what seems to be uncontrollable. I want the reigns in my hands. I want to be the big fish.

I’ve been thinking about life. Not my life, though. I’ve been thinking about life in nature, human life, and life both in the past and future. What if you had the choice of living in a previous life, but you can choose the future or the past? Without any knowledge of any sort of timeline or historical situations or predictions of the future, which would you choose? But then, both times would be the same, wouldn’t they? Neither the future nor the past has the same aspects anymore without those marked circumstances or hypotheses. They could switch roles by the past being the future and the future being the past. What if you were living a different life right now and you didn’t even know it? A sort of parallel universe if you will. What if it was in the past and you knew at what time, such as the Civil War era or the roaring 1920′s? What if you had a life in the future going on right now? Is it any different from now?

From all of this, I would still choose the past. The future just doesn’t interest me. Seeing my life now, I would relive it again and again. Of course, I don’t know what the future holds, and not knowing is perfectly fine with me. Whenever I see the future, I see life being taken over by pettiness. Even with evolution and incoming information, the future is not as meaningful as compared to the past. Everything you hear, see, or feel is filled to the brim with valuable and emotional information. Knowing that something has happened and to be able to visualize it with just one object or story is more interesting and more relevant to me than the future.

 

But yah. That’s just what goes on in my brain…

 

Eagle.

Advertising is trying to predict my future.

Do you see those pesky Proactiv offers? I don’t know about you, but somehow, they know that the next couple of months are going to be a little stressful. Which means possible acne.

Wait. What kind of person comes up with the idea of photoshopping acne onto Mona Lisa's face? -__-

 Why are you trying to predict my life, Proactiv?? I’m not going to become your costumer. I don’t even think your treatment works. Until I see Michael Cera (or someone I’ll actually believe) performing a testimonial, I will not give you credit.

Regardless, after this first day, I think I’m feeling pretty good so far. My classes are pretty leveled out, and, hopefully, I won’t be stressing out too much. Of course, just wait until the second day of school. We shall see how far my optimism lasts.

Pray for me.

Brown Bear