This post was going to be my formal resignation from BEDA. That is, until Pasta came and called me out on being boring (which made me lol, by the way).
So, my imaginary (and apparently sometimes real) blog readers, we have lift-off!
Or something.
Okay, so, something interesting. I can do this, right? I do interesting things all the time. Like...like yesterday! So today was Blackout Day for Spirit Week, and seeing as I don't wear make-up, I was seeing how black facepaint would work as eyeliner. Because I can. Obviously, that idea was a complete failure.
But then the lulz ensued.
I decided it would be a marvelous idea to take the black facepaint and shade in my eyebrow with it, enlarging them considerably. Then I decided that one eyebrow wasn't enough, so I did the other one, too. But I couldn't stop there. I made them into a unibrow. "Oh no!" cried the acne that was mowed over by the paint in agony.
This wasn't enough either. I drew in a very smexy (that is, man sexy) mustache, followed by a stubbly beard. Then, with a bright red facepaint, I colored around my lips to make them look twice as big. "Draw your lips where you wish they were," genius Haley Hoover said once.
The result of all this was a very...interesting looking me. I would have taken pictures if I hadn't been mortified to leave the bathroom. The real challenge was washing it off. I don't wear make-up, so I don't own make-up remover. I spent ages wiping it off, resulting in a dark five o'clock shadow on my face from the smudged black facepaint and marks on my arms that made it look like I'd been beaten with a shovel.
And then, as always happens but I never remember, my eyebrows refused to go back to normal. I scrubbed and scrubbed ("Oh no!" cried the acne as it was rubbed raw.), eventually resulting in an almost normal eyebrow color.
Good times, good times.
Today is my parents' wedding anniversary, so I feel the need to talk about dinner. We had steaks, mashed potatoes, and asparagus for the main course, followed by checkered cake with raspberry sauce and a champagne-sparkling soda float with raspberry sorbet for dessert. :D
Happy, Pasta? :P
I could have sworn I commented on this post . . . ?
ReplyDeleteYou were being boring. Made me want to go through your screen and say "D'ya really expect me to read and ENJOY this?"
But this post was much better; I felt I wouldn't fall asleep while reading it, an improvement from your last one. :P
This one made me lol, btw. Really, how do you remove face-paint wrong? Did you try rubbing alcohol? Silly whispers.~
Your descriptions. '"Oh no!" cried the acne as it was rubbed raw.'-- xD.
Did you save some food for me: your lovely friend Pasta? :D I will get you if you didn't!
Happy? It's supercalifragilisticexpialidocious.~ :D