It's so expensive! Well at least the good stuff is. And it's absolutely terrible because I'm a teenager living at home who has no time to get a job. 
    It's kind of sad when you look at some prices of lipsticks and eyeshadows and your heart immediately sinks because there is no way you could ever afford to waste $55 on one eyeshadow palette alone. And it especially stinks when you're no longer impressed by Maybelline or Cover Girl and all you want is the Disney Cinderella Eye palette that cost five times the amount of the other two brands. I really do pride myself for having a more sophisticated taste in makeup, however, I desperately need a job to fulfill this desire.

One of these days I'll be able to wear these beautiful things. At the moment, I have the elegant gait of an arctic penguin. High heels are the epitome of feminine shoe fashion. They are the symbol of a sophisticated woman. So why don't we see all women wearing them every single moment like I intend to do in the near future?

They hurt.

Yep, that just about sums it up. They are the most painful thing a woman can wear that does not involve actual knives stabbing into her body. High heels are basically a friendly reminder to all women that beauty is involves severe pain and possibley long-term foot damage. So why do us women go to such extremes for the sake of being three to six inches taller? I'm not really sure. All I know is that I think they're gorgeous and I would totally risk my orthopedic health for a pair of the red-sole, Louboutin stilettos.

Okay today we are going to be talking about ugly clothing. Apparantly, it's the new thing in the past two-ish years. I'm talking about ugly grandma sweaters, ugly nerd glasses, and of course the thick high heel, or as I like to call it; the 'hoof'. 
    First on the list: ugly grandma sweaters. What the heck has happened to fashion? Since when did we trade in a little black dresses for knitted cats on crew necks? Even I have fallen victim to this fad. Today I am wearing a white crew neck with both of my sister's and my pictures on the back and front when we were babies. Quite strnage right? Since when is some our favorite stores include Goodwill and the Salvation Army?
    Next: nerd glasses. All right, when did looking like Ircle become sociably acceptable? Well it sure has nowadays! I see everyone walking aroud with Ray-Ban framed glasses.And trust me, it's not just the nerds anymore.  I fortunately do not wear glasses, although, if I ever had too, I would probably end up wearing the same glasses. There's just something about those thick, black frames...
    Lastly: the 'hoof' heels. Now I've always found these strange, but like the other two, I would most likely wear them as well. For some reason when I see these I just think of horses. Whether it's the height of them or the thickness of the heel, I have no idea. All I know is that I want a pair. Especially the ones with spikes on the heel. I think this one is primarily womens' obsession with unique heels. I mean look at Gaga, she can work anything.
    So why do we want to wear these ugly things? Are we trying to be ironic? Are we so obsessed with wanting to be different and unique that we are willingly deciding to fill our closet with hideous clothing? All I know is that like how our parents regret their style choices they mad in the 80s, we will hang our heads in shame over our hand-knitted cat sweaters.

Lipstick. Didn't see that coming? Well you should have since this is a blog primarily focused on my favorite thing in the world; makeup. But anyways, let's talk about lipstick. Better yet, red lipstick. It's the symbol of everything makeup-related. It's the pinnacle of sophistication and class, just ask my friend Marilyn in the picture above. It's sexy, bold, and dangerous; pretty much what every girl in the world aspires to be. I know that when I was a little girl, I always thought of the best women always wore red lipstick. My first example would be Gwen Stefani. She is the perfect woman. She is a music super-star, a fashion icon that I have adored since I was old enough to hold a magazine and to top it all off she has a drop-dead gorgeous husband with whom she has two beautiful sons with. Perfect, right? But then there is my beloved Marilyn. She is the heart of all things beautiful and classy and frankly, I woulld kill to be anything like her. Some people think she was just a dumb blonde who wore too revealing clothes. But that's simply the result of ignorance that people have nowadays. No, Marilyn is a symbol of beauty and an inspiration to us girls who don't have the stick-like figure that is worshipped today. Her personality was flawless because she was funny and warmhearted too. And so I wear my red lipstick like a badge of honor. Mostly because I pull it off rather nicely, but also to honor Miss Monroe.

Personally, I don't like eggs. At all. Well, except for scrambled, but that's it. So when I figured out I was an egg, you can obciously tell that I was not excited. I mean, I do think that this explains me pretty accurately. "Egg-like" people are supposedly those who start out fragile in a situation and then when faced with adversity, their personality tends to become hard. Unfortunately, no matter how unattractive that sounds, this does explain me. I tend to isolate myself when I feel upset and I don't like to talk about what makes me sad or mad. And I guess that's bad because then everything would get bottled up within me and I would get too harsh and become too distant. I don't mean to do this, but it's just the way I am. Honestly, who wants to talk about their problems? Who wants to be reminded of how much their life sucks? Not me, or my fellow eggs. The only reason why I think I become hard is because bad things change you. I always pretend that everything is fine when it's obviously not. I just feel petty when I talk about things that upset me. I haven't really had the most understanding people in my life to discuss these things with. So I guess because I keep to myself, I've become harsh and bitter. But mostly hard, like an egg.   

When I first walked into room 245, I thought it was your typical English classroom. And by appearance, it is. It has your average educational Garfield posters, adjectives surrounding the room, and other colorful inspiarational quotes decorating its walls. I have always enjoyed this about English classes. The feeling of endless possibilities that these classes emit has always made me feel welcome. The atmosphere of this room is similar to other classrooms, however I feel a slight difference. Whether it's the fact that this is a purely writing class that imtidates me or that this class will solely rely on technology (which I will admit that I am not the greatest at) seems to have certain edge. Overall, I feel at ease in this class but I am anxious to see its potential!