High School Never Ends

Such an odd week. Such an odd, odd week, that’s also been vaguely depressing. And the cherry on top of the sundae: 10-year high school reunion.

I’m not going to all of the reunion events. I don’t think my blood pressure could handle it. I might explode from all that socializing. And of course, I have all the usual worries: what do I wear? Can I drop 20 pounds by Friday? What the hell do I do with my hair? What should I do with my makeup? This is just a get-together at a bar, you understand. Just imagine what I’d be like if I was going to the semi-formal dance. (Whatever the frak “semi-formal” is.) I think I have the wardrobe down, and I just visited the MAC Cosmetics counter at Dillard’s, so that’s taken care of, too. Now there’s nothing to worry about, right?

Speaking of the MAC counter at Dillard’s, I have never seen such employees so thoroughly painted. They really enjoy smearing themselves in all that stuff. We read in Those Magazines that women should balance strong eye makeup with soft lips, or vice versa, but they didn’t get that memo at MAC. Wild colors, painted all over the face, are MAC’s style of choice. Of course, if you’ve ever sauntered about the MAC counter, you’d see that they have a bazillion colors of lipstick and eyeshadow, so there’s a whole lot to play with.

Speaking further of cosmetics, I despise Ulta now. They have really horrible customer service and they never seem to have what I want. So there. I really told them, didn’t I?

Back to my final papers, class presentations (oh, didn’t I mention that? Yeah, I have one of those this week, too,) and stressing out. Toodles.


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