I think going away to visit my godparents was the smartest thing I could have done this summer.. before leaving for Korea, of course. Visiting the lake house in Otis, Massachusetts renews all my childhood memories on the lake aka "The Big Pond". I really forgot what it's like being away from civilization.. I live a crazy scheduled, fast paced life and I didn't even realize it, to be honest. I had no idea that my life was always from this to that until I came back here. I broke HP numero 4 (I always wanted to be in the Tri-Wizard Tournament but I feared that I would never be able to figure out the riddle.) because the last time I was up here, this was the new book out of the series... damn.
I live on a busy main road in a small town. I'm used to hearing cars drive by, every day, all the time. I come here and all I hear is the sound of trees. I can just lay out on the dock and just breathe. Breathing is good, huh? I actually felt air through my pores. It's awesome. Another thing I figured out: lake water doesn't make your hair all snarly and gross! Screw you, salt water! lake water:1 salt water:0 hah!
also, it's really nice to visit the people your parents went to college with.. who are the coolest old people ever. Who jousts with their godparents on a wind surfing board in the middle of lake? I do.
anyway, that's about all I can think of to say. oh, I also got to kayak. my arms kill. whatever. It was exhilarating.
So this is how it all went down: My friend calls me and says,"Are you home? We have a surprise for you!" This is not out of the ordinary for my friends. They find a piece of junk on the side of the road and come to my house to parade is around like a hunted animal to be eaten for a feast. So they show up. In my driveway. In hats and sunglasses. Surprise! Not quite.
is she not the cutest Hawaiian girl ever??
So, I'm guided to the trunk of the Kia SUV and when I opened the door, I basically almost shat myself. My friend, the most amazing girl in the world, who moved to HAWAII was somehow in front of my eyes for me to hold in my arms. This resulted in bawling my eyes out for 2 hours straight. If my neighbors ever had one bad thing to say about me, it would be that I stood in my driveway screaming, "WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK! I DON'T UNDERSTAND! WHAT THE FUCK!" I'm sorry, Mr. and Mrs. Campanella for my use of profanity. It was well worth it.
the boyz <3
For all of you that happen to be reading this, you might not understand why she is so great and why I'm crying over this girl who moved to Hawaii. I will try my best to do her justice.
I don't know if you've ever met someone that has an effect on everyone around them, where everything they say and do are deemed, "perfect" and that every action they do are selfless actions to make sure the world is a better place than where we all left it? Well, that's Hana.
When she left for Hawaii, Hana, our friend Tori and I were inseparable. I had finally reached my friendship epiphany: I need friends just like these. Nothing else or I'll be unhappy. (FYI: She was the only other asian in my grade at school, so we were the ruling minorities of the junior class.. it was a big deal.)
Once she was gone, it felt like the plates had shifted under my feet and I just felt uneasy and pissed off. Along with that, my parents said no to going to Korea that summer. The combination of the two created a bad spell over my junior year. I had "good" moments, but underneath it all, I was so caught up in my misery. I hated everyone. I especially hated my mother. I experienced no excitement or any waves in my emotions. Even with college in the long hall, I couldn't even invision and/or plan my goals or build emotions for these monumental stepping stones ahead.
Then, Hana showed up and I felt like the ice cold bucket of water was poured on my face and I opened my eyes from a shitty slumber and realized I haven't felt happy at all .. for a WHOLE year. A whole damn year. What it took was for a friend that I've missed so much to pop out of a trunk and let me cry in her arms for 10 minutes.
As it says in the title, I, Marie, love makeup. Yes, makeup is superficial, it covers up the face your were born with, hiding the complexion and the natural beauty of a woman.. or a man, or a man. Makeup for me is an outlet for creativity. I don't do it because I feel like I need to cover up my face because it needs it. My face is my canvas. I think the art on my face is more successful than my pencil sketches xD
Anywho, I've been bored out of my mind today, so I decided to look at makeup tutorials on the tube and there is some CRAZY junk on there. I mean, it CAN be pretty, if you're going to a halloween party or something rad like that, but everyday life??
Good for a date?? I think he would confuse you with an aquatic goddess. I never wanted to look like a mermaid on a daily basis.. maybe ever.
WTF IS THAT?
But I do have my favorites such as Bubzbeauty and Michelle Phan. They use a hint of color but still keep it pretty "natural".
So, out of boredom since I chose not to see the fireworks tonight, I decided I would take some inspiration from this one.
here's my own fooling around with makeup because today, for some odd reason, I wore no makeup. hmmm. I suppose I was bummin' hard.
So... I haven't been blogging because I honestly had nothing to say. School was coming to an end and junior year is now finally over. hoorah! The summer has been treating me well in the sense that I have a job and a boatload of babysitting gigs. *cash register sound* Being the Jersey girl I am (please, not Jersey Shore, it makes me feel ill), I've been to the beach on a regular basis and the Bennys continually piss me off. Get off my beach, you damn Benny. GO back to Staten Island. I'm sorry if you're an Benny and you're not the obnoxious type, because there are plenty of your kind that are that make me pretend I really care about being a local. C:
Another thing that has been bothering me. I have recently become acquainted with a British boy visiting my quaint town for the summer holiday and we are pretty fond of each other.. don't get too excited. It's in a friend kinda way. So of course, as an American, I rave about his accent (it's freaking sick) and make him say British phrases so I can giggle at them.. he did the same to me. xD BUT! Here is where I became the most shocked American from sea to shining sea: He doesn't like Harry Potter. Not only that but, he has never even read the books. DOES THAT NOT UPSET YOU?? Even just a little?? I mean, this may be a tad ignorant but, don't you EXPECT British folk to enjoy Harry Potter? Look around the world. We all have and the only British boy I have met is just severely uninterested in this phenomenon that has transformed my adolescence. I have gotten him to reconsider this and he said he would start the series on his flight back home. AND GRIFFINDOR WINS!
ANYWAY. here's a few things I will list because I feel no need to go in depth about them: 1. toy story 3 was the shit. hands down. 2. I bawled and laughed hysterically, a very irrational thing to do over taylor launter's exposed abdomens.. for 3 hours. I think they spiked my coke and/or midnight shows are too late for me. the wee hours of the night make me delusional. 3. jealous people are no fun to be around. 4. I smell like coconuts.. sick. 5. I love kpop more than a lot of things I should love more. 6. I'm way too comfortable calling out people. My white friends question my sanity.