Makeup Project!!

For those of you who don't know, this is a fun little thing I'm doing with Talia and Arianna. They're going to be my mentors as I venture into the world of make-up. So this post is just my make-up. (btdubs, if you click on their names, it'll take you to their fab blogs)

Well, first here's a random picture I just found of a really pretty sunset when I went to the beach for a few days back in July.

OKAY ONTO THE MAKEUP.

Covergirl Lash Blast Volume mascara in Very Black.

Covergirl Perfect Point Plus eyeliner in charcoal.

Very random gray eye shadow. I think this is from my dance recital in seventh grade. It's just a flat gray, no shimmer.

A blush that I don't think I'll use. I think I'd use a blush with more brown tones, if I ever used blush. Also from dance recitals.

Covergirl black shimmery eye shadow. It's from my dance recital last year, in which I was a skeleton, so I basically had black eyes haha.

Eye shadow from my sixth grade dance recital. They're all shimmer-ish, even though the picture's bad.

A glitter kit thing I got from Claire's a long time ago. Glittery black eye shadow, white glitter creme eye shadow, gray glitter eye shadow, qlitter liquid liner, and lame-o black mascara.


I actually also just found a bunch of eye shadows, but it's be hard to take a picture of all that, so yeah.

AND MY BOOTS!!!! :)

I got them at TJ Maxx for like $40. And ignore the second picture. My calves morphed together for form a large leg, if you look closer you can kind of see where my second leg starts and my first leg ends.

Peace, Love, and Red Vines, Deirdre :D

Hmm...

So I know i didn't post last week. I started writing a post, but I didn't actually get to post it. Here it is now:

Yes, I sure was "pee'd off." And I still am.

So yesterday, I got my school schedule. I'll admit it, I was a bit excited.
Nothing like this has ever happened, and I was really excited to see what I had
when. BUT GUESS WHAT.

You: What?

I HAVE PRACTICALLY NO CLASSES WITH ANY OF MY FRIENDS.

I have English with one of my friends, and I have peer mentoring groups every
A day first period with one of my friends, but that's it. THAT'S. IT. I don't
have lunch with any of them. I don't have any classes at all with one of the
ones I'm just starting to be really good friends with.

This is my first time in public school, and I'm actually quite nervous. So
many new people, new classes, bigger building, blah blah blah.

So, all in all, it would quite help if I shared some classes with some
friends.

I mean, we are all planning on trying out for the drama club, and my Starkid
friend wants me to join a service club with her, and we're also both going to go
to the library a lot together, but still. It's not the same. And I know, I know,
I'll meet new people, but does that help for the first day of school? Of course
not.

I'm also going to join the literary magazine, because I'm hoping that through
that, I'll be able to meet other writers, and maybe get comfortable enough to
submit my own work. So that's exciting.

Also, there was a huge scare about half and hour ago over my schedule.I was
lookign at my supply list and I noticed that my art teacher also teaches music
appreciation. Well, the supply list wasn't clear enough, so I thought that I had
somehow been signed up for Art & Music Appreciation, when I wanted to do
Studio Art.

So my parents and I FREAKED out and started frantically searching the school
handbook, website, supply list, and schedule until we finaklly found out that
she teaches both Studio Art AND Music Appreciation. So all is well.

Well, that was about a week ago. And now I have much to report for this week.

Like this hurricane.

Just today, about two hours ago, a stat of emergency was declared in my town. It's still pretty calm, but hey, it's the calm before the storm, I guess. Hopefully we'll be all right. I pray for all of you who are going to be affected this weekend too or have already been. Be stafe, and stay indoors.

Well, today I went with two of my friends to see Planet of the Apes. But when we got to the theater, it was closed because of Hurricane Irene. Not cool.

So we went back to one of their houses. On the way back, we were having random, unconnected conversations. My two friends and one of their moms were all having a conversation, so I kind of spaced out. When I looked up about a minute later, I saw all three of them staring at me. So I said, "What?" and they all cracked up. Apparently, they were having a conversation about how I was going to be the first out of the three of us to have a boyfriend. I have no idea where that came from, and I don't know if it's a compliment, but whatever.

And it's official that my friend is a size 0 and I envy her.

AND GUESS WHAT. You can stop reading now. The blog part is over. But now I'm going to post two excerpts from two of my works-in-process. One from my new story that no one has read or heard about yet, and one from my Hunger Games musical. Enjoy :)

Here's some of the first chapter from my new story:

A word about Grand Central: Maybe I took it for granted. I mean, I went through the place all the time. Honestly, I hardly stopped to look at anything anymore. It's more like I want to leave than stay and admire the beauty. But really, would you like to be shoving your way through countless tourists, all snapping pictures of their loved ones, who were standing yards and yards away, lost in the crowd.
Sometimes I just want to shove those tourists over the railing of the stairs. Let's see how they'd feel about New York and Grand Central after that, huh?
As I was walking across the huge room, I subconciously took in the people surrounding me: typical tourists, with their disposable cameras flashing and over-zealous sunscreen-application; wannabe photographers, with crazy-expensive cameras slung over their necks, nestled in the depths of their scarves, which they were wearing with straight-leg jeans, despite the summer heat; business-people, in their tailored blazers and pants, talking into a Blakberry.
That's another thing about the city really. Almost everyone you see has some sort of electronic device out: a Blackberry, an iPhone, an iPod, a Bluetooth (I couldn't count the amount of people I've seen in the streets who I thought were talking to themselves when they were in fact speaking into a Bluetooth), whatever you can think of.
And then there are always some people with those audio tours. Those people usually tend to be students, here on vacation from some foreign country. You can always tell because they have their native flag stitched onto their backpacks.


YAAAAY and now here's a bit of The Hunger Games musical. I might have shown this to some of you already. I'm not sure....

Effie
Welcome all. Welcome Mayor Undersee--
Mayor Undersee
[stands up and waves; big fake smile on his face]
Vote!
Effie
--Miners--
Random person
I love that movie!
Effie
--bakers--
Peeta
We're a minority!
Effie
--And illegal hunters--
Katniss
[Goes to stand up, but gets yanked back down by Gale.]
Effie
Yes, all right then. May the odds be EVER in your favor. [Claps hands] Let us bring out the ceremonial boxes for the reaping of the names!
[Drum roll. Confetti. Crazy lights. Man comes out with large carboard box that has the words "Namez" on it.]
Effie
Ah, yes, the box. [shakes box] Yes, it sounds like there are.... tens of names in here.

There. Happy? Good. I hope so.

Secret link. Just so you know, this always makes me cry, so yeah.

Peace, Love, and Red Vines, Deirdre. STAY SAFE!!!::::::::::

Young "Love"

So I'll start off by saying, when I say "young 'love,'" I'm talking eleven-year-olds. It's so stupid.

I know this eleven-year-old girl. She's pretty, she's outgoing, blah blah blah, just barely missing annoying. There's also an eleven-year-old boy. He's cute, he's... a boy. Every girl at camp has at least a tiny crush on him (besides me. He kind of irks me), including this girl. And he likes her back. 'S obvious.

Anyway, so today at camp was pretty much the last day they were going to see each other all year, until next summer. So get this: Right in front of the girl's mother, he just kissed her on the cheek. Everyone was like "D'aaaaaawwwwwww, so cute!" "He's adorable!" No. Just no.

It's not cute, it's awkward. He started freaking out after she left, because he didn't want to get her in trouble with her mom. Okay, if you think that you're going to get in trouble for kissing a girl on the freaking cheek, then you're too young to be doing that. Seriously.

But then I got jealous, because if I've ever liked a guy, well, it never even got that far. It never got anywhere. There was one guy I liked who I thought liked me back, but it's not like he ever did anything about it. And now, I'm glad he didn't. A kiss on the cheek at eleven = awkward x 10.

And then I got kind of skeeved, because seriosuly? This eleven-year-old girl got more action today than I've gotten my whole life. And i'm a teenager. The boy, I've known him only a month or so, and he seems nice, but also like he knows that every girl likes him, so it's going to his head. Gotta cut the weed before it's grown, bro. Just gotta cut it.

Because who needs a boyfriend in sixth grade? No one. Sorry. You don't. I don't even want a boyfriend. So I obviously disapprove of what he did. I think it's harmless enough, but it was a stupid move. Like WTF, you don't even know her mom. I do, and she isn't going to be too thrilled about all this....

Just saying.

I was going to add something about my friend here, but then I realized that pretty much my entire last post was about him. So I'll just say that today, I found out that he can play guitar. And sing. Specifically the song "Marry Me." So he's only getting better and better in my eyes. Legit, when he was singing "Marry Me" up on stage, I zoned out and imagined singing "Without Love" with him up there in front of everyone, and instead of me saying "Link" and "Seaweed" I said his name, and instead of him saying "Tracy" and "Penny" he said my name.

Too bad that'll never happen.

Lol yup.

I am actually seriously considering writing a book about all my experiences this summer.....

Secret Link. <<< Yeah. It is what it says it is.

Peace, Love, and Red Vines,
Deirdre

❒Single ❒Taken ✔Forever Alone

Lately, I've been feeling very excluded by people in my life, especially at work. I'm not going to go into specifics, but it's been pretty rough. People have been shoving me around, and I'm sick of it. In fact, I just feel like giving up. Let someone else deal with it.

But I haven't given up.

There's a guy there. I've known him since last year, and he's a year older than me. I don't know what it is about him, but whenever he's in the room, I feel happy. He bothers to remember my name, he bothers to address me by my name, and when he sees me around randomly, he holds his hand up for a high five or a fist bump. He makes it worth staying. Let's just say that his last year of camp will be mine too, because I won't be able to stand being there without him to randomly make me happy.

I mean, I have friends at camp. I do. But they're my age, and I don't even like all the girls there my age. This guy, I just can't help but smile when he's in the room, because I know he's going to say something funny.

And I just love that all this year and last summer, I was on top, living large, and enjoying it, and now suddenly, I'm back on the bottom of the pile and people are treating me like crap. I mean, people used to spew bullshark at me last year, but usually they were younger than me, and you need to respect people older than you, so I took them down. But now, if someone's being bitchy to me, guess what? They're older than me. They're my superiors. But hey, earth to them, just because you're my superior doesn't mean you're allowed to dump your workload onto me and haul your ass off to who knows where to flirt with one of the instructors.

And I also hate that they still pick favorites. When I was a camper, they always picked favorites. I never was one, but I always saw that they picked favorites. I was hoping that now that I'm a counselor, hey, I'm their equal. No favorites Right? Wrong. They favorite counselors like Dumbledore favorite Harry. And guess what? I'm still not a favorite. It makes me want to scream, the way the other counselor, who is equal to me, treats me like I'm below her. I'm not. It's bad enough with the head counselor dumping her job on me, you don't have to too. And it's not fair that she's allowed to so whatever the heck she wants just because she's a favorite.

But I'm going to continue to keep my mouth shut, because I need this job, and I don't want to start any more drama than there already is. Because there's a helluva lot of drama already.

I'm going to forget about it, and just hope that next year, I get put in a different group.

Okay. Rant over.

Secret Link of Fantasticness. Click own it, y'all (SEE WHAT I DID THERE????)

To the world, you may be one person, but to one person, you may be the word. <3

❒Peace ❒Love ❒Red Vines ✔All of the above

Growing UP

I guess it's all bound to happen sooner or later. Growing up, I mean. But can I tell you, there are so many things that I miss about the younger me.

I miss when sticking your tongue out at someone was the rudest thing you could do. I miss when "tartar sauce!!" was swearing.

And I want to grow up. I really do. I want to go away to college, and be me, start over completely, meet new people, make life-long friendships. I want to discover myself. I want to live my dream (living in London making my living as a successful author).

But I also don't want to grow up. The world is a big, big, big place. I'm just one person. What can I do? How can I make my way through life and still stay whole?

I'll tell you how: I can't. I can't go out there and do what I want to do to become who I want to be and stay the same person. There's going to be heartache along that road; I'll probably discover who my true friends are at that point in my life, who decided to stay with me despite my insanity.

There's something that's been annoying me lately. I feel like I'm mature for my age, and you know what? In my own way, I think I am. But what's annoying me is that I am soft. Yes, I'm an old softy. But sometimes, it seems like a bad thing. A handicap, almost. I care too much. I have too much pity on people, and animals, and anything that's alive.

I think that war is a completely unnecessary thing in our world. Don't people realize that war brings death, and death brings sorrow? And how does throwing some people from our country against people from another country onto a battlefied with guns solve any problems?

It's because of this that I pray for the troops. They are some of the bravest people that are out there. They put their lives on the line every day to keep us safe and free.

But I am too compassionate. And I know that someday, this will be my downfall. It's my Achille's Heel, almost. I am going to care too much about someone that I shouldn't care about at all, and it's going to destroy me.

Why, you may ask, have I been thinking about this all so much? The other day, I rediscovered my Best of Disney CDs, all three volumes. They're from when I was four or five, and I'm amazed that I still have them. When I played the songs today, I still knew every word to every song. It reminded me of when I was really little, and none of this existed for me. Life was so much easier then. And I suppose it's only getting harder from here on, eh?

Secret Link of Awesomeness. <<< Click on it!!!

Peace, love, and Red Vines.

Inspiration

All artists have it. Singers, writers, actors. But see, I've been lacking it.

As some of you might know, I've been writing a story called Sam Walker. But it's been more than a month since I've written anything of it. I am lacking inspiration.

What was my inspiration before? Even I'm not really sure. I just had an urge to write, a stupid idea, some decent characters, and I threw it all together and ended up with Sam Walker.

Am I going to finish Sam Walker? I don't know. Do I want to? Heck yeah. At this point, I want to finish it just to finish. And I'm so close. Like, I already know exactly how it's going to end. Maybe I should just type up and epilogue and.....

No.

That would be the loser's way out. I want to finish Sam Walker. And I will. Someday. Once I find that inspiration or modivation that I lost since school ended. Maybe the beginning of the school year will also bring me a reason to finish writing my story....

And then edit.

Here we go. "/

Click here to go to My Month With Sam Walker on Figment. Or not. You don't have to. I'm not judging. Do whatever you want.

Peace, love, and Red Vines!

Hello There!!

So. It's a blog. Yup.

I'm not sure what I'm gonna blog about. Maybe I'll review books and movie. Maybe I'll share awesome sites and YouTube videos with you. Or whatever's on my mind.

Or maybe I'll get bored and never log on here again.

I guess we'll see, then.