Don't you hate it when...

For those of you who are lucky enough to be able to attend college,  for those of you who are still in there (you poor bastard) and for those of you who don't even remember yesterday let alone college life you will relate either way. I didn't find this to be much of a problem until I got to school with acquaintances. You don't really start collecting them until you get to college. Usually in high school, you meet someone and then after that, you "know" them. When you see them on the street you speak and move on.  What I hate is the time it takes for an acquaintance to become a friend because for the time in between it just so ....awkward. Just like the spelling of that word. AWKward, haha. Anyway. So you meet somebody at some random function and you tell them your name and they tell you their name. For the rest of the time you are within reach of each other you talk and schmooze until you both part ways. But then next time you see each other in a more real world setting, let's just get crazy and say on campus the next day , what happens when they act like they've never seen you before? Never mind the fact they were high-fiving you to no tomorrow and the both of you were the champions at the ConnectFour table that night. You both shared a plate when they ran out them at the serving line for pizza. Swore up and down you would find each other on Facebook and hang out again. It was going to be the beginning of a beautiful friendship. But now in the harsh light of the day, you see them and they see you but no greetings exchanged? What? Do you just pretend you don't know this person and that night never happened? Do you try to wave anyway, risking looking like a complete idiot if they STILL don't acknowledge you? Maybe they do this sort of thing all the time. Leaving people hanging at various functions only to move on to the next. What's up with this? Why do people pretend they don't know you after CLEARLY meeting and hanging out with you previously. I find that it's only when you are forced to be in really close quarters with this person or they happen to breeze into the office you work in asking where the so and so building is when you have to go,"Hey remember me, from that thing a while back?", that they are forced to go , "oh yeah, hey!" Like they knew all along. Hey, I get it, I can play that game too. I know how to not know somebody. We'll see, don't let me catch you out on the sidewalk, you buster......lol, just kidding. Call me lame but I bet you're mad. 

Crossing Ova!

When is the point where you stop drooling over expensive cosmetics that you will never ever buy in your life and start making actual purchases, amounts that used to only be on a check for a bill, towards said expensive items. I mean I could get eyeshadow all day at a dollar a pop and be fine. Or so I thought until I was able to make my first insanely expensive cosmetic purchase. Now if you were me these past couple of months you would have been obsessed with cosmetics. Most of all you would be obsessive with cheap cosmetics. I've been buying makeup in bulk pretty much since this thing started. First I would click on a picture of something high end to see what the big deal was. Why would anybody want to spend that much on (insert: lipstick, eyeshadow, blush, whatever) when they could buy it for a few dollars and be fine? I would read about people ranting and raving on how awesome this or that is thinking,"I'll just stick to my cheap stuff". But I gotta say after trying out this expensive mess, I feel like I've been converted into some sort of secret society. It really does make a difference, a very subtle difference, but a difference indeed. That being that you don't have to work as hard to put the stuff on. But playing with the stuff is half the fun. With the cheap makeup, depending on the brand, you have to grind it into your face to make it show. Not so with the expensive brand, and for how much you're paying it better not. Now that I actually have something of substance I find that all the hype has matched to the product but it's pretty much just makeup I could get anywhere for any price. I think I'll indulge in the good stuff every once in a while but stick to the dollar stuff for now.

Road Rage

Does anyone else get offended when people pass them on the road (and by anybody else I mean generally sane people w/ clean driving records) when they're doing the speed limit? Have you ever been driving, obeying the speed limit and having yourself a nice cruise when everyone around you is whizzing by. They toss you evil looks as they pass as if you're the one going granny slow. It makes you feel as if you should be speeding and then as you speed up you notice everyone slowing down again. Since you are at the tail end of this madness you are the only one the cop in the empty parking lot sees speeding along. Yeah, happens to me all the time. When I'm behind the wheel I like the think the world is revolving around me so it's safe to assume everyone is thinking the same thing. So when I get cut off or someone is riding my back bumper like there's no tomorrow I take it personally. Not so much now as I did when I first got my license but always more so when I probably shouldn't. It's like someone invading your personal space. That's how I feel when I see someone coming up from behind in my rear view mirror. I can tell when they're gonna pass me and then I get all offended. What? my speed isn't good enough for you? I mean the sign seems to suggest that my speed is in fact good enough. How dare you imply that my driving skills are sub-par. Then they pass me only to cut me off in the front to then proceed to.. gasp... go slower than they were going in the first place. It's like I get passed just for the sake of passing. Just wondering if this was just me... does anyone out there feel like that?

If your going to cheat, let's be real about it

By now you know that I'm very sensitive about the double standard. What is viewed as okay to do by a male in a relationship is an absolute deal breaker with a female. Now, I get it. Men and women have quite a few differences. Although I do believe intellectually we are equals, I am aware of all the subtle differences we have physically and emotionally. I can't expect scenarios to play out the same way for me as they would a male in the same situation. With that being said, I still do not understand the difference between a woman cheating and a man. When a man cheats, it's usually just shrugged off, it's what expected of the male species... they cheat right? The woman can make a big deal out of it but it seems like people get sick of it after a couple days. When a woman cheats, she is a low down dirty no good ho-bag who doesn't deserve the very breath in her lungs. At least that's how it is in the movies.The man acts like he cannot believe that a woman is capable of wanted anyone else but him. I think it's crazy to even portray anybody like that. Can you actually be in a relationship thinking, truly believing, that the person you are with has never been attracted to anyone but you and will never be attracted to anyone else? Really? You never see a plot line that involves the man taking the cheating, lying woman back. No, she's untouchable, he gets as far away from her as possible. It's like the woman is no good, as if she's bad produce, unable to be useful ever again. Then on the flip side when a woman finds out her husband cheated on her, she looks like an ass for thinking the same thing, a la Miranda in the Sex and the City movie. There is always the option of whether the female should take the male back versus no consideration whatsoever by the male. What do you think? Have you ever seen the situation play out differently, movie or real life?

I graduated from the YouTube school of makeup

I've recently come off of a very serious, coma-inducing makeup binge. I blame it on the lack of beautification obsession I guess every average teenage girl has. Let's just say, I barely combed my hair in high school. It was a rare occasion if you saw it in anything other than a ponytail. Makeup was definitely out of the question. So now that I've become an adult and got a hold of some disposable income, I've lost my mind. Only problem was, I had all this makeup with no earthly idea of how to use it. Cue another wonderful discovery. Makeup tutorials! Short YouTube videos, usually 5 to 10 minutes in length of some chick showing you how to wear or what to do with this and that. When I needed to know how to put on false eyelashes, there was a tutorial for that. How to groom eyebrows, got you covered and if I wanted to do psychedelic rainbow eyes, I had plenty how-to's to choose from. But after watching haul after haul, I discovered something was off. A lot of the girls' makeup looked more drag queen in heat then natural beauty. I found some good stuff by a few people who were actually makeup artists. They had helpful tips on how to do real makeup but the majority not so much . Some girls try to play it off and do "looks" with themes "inspired" by movies or music videos. Some girls just straight up pile it on until they hit the metal in the bottom of the eyeshadow pot and have the nerve to call it their "everyday look". I'm worried. I'm sure there are a lot of girls assuming that it's cool to go to school with a "Kim Kardashian" smoky eye or costume makeup. The girls in the video know that shit is coming off as soon as the red light goes dim on their camera but what about me? I believe I'm going to ride to the grocery store looking like I just graduated from Sasha Fierce's Beauty School for Dummies thank you very much. I'm just saying, beauty is in the eye of the beholder, but if can't see with that eye your real face underneath all that slap, it's time to lay off.

I think I like waiting for packages

I’ve been buying a lot off the internet lately. Everything from pens to shoes to clothes and electronics have been arriving in neat little taped up brown boxes at various times in the week. Internet shopping is fun and all. You get something not everybody in town can just run to the store to get. You feel exclusive because most likely you are getting items much cheaper than you would in the store anyway. The only turn off to shopping online really is the fact that you can’t touch, feel, weigh in your hand. All you get is a picture and hope that it will arrive like you imagined. Anyway, I’m getting off topic here. My point is usually I get a tracking number and from there it’s a self torture session. I check it and I check it often. I have to know where it is. Did it get to the next hub? Why is it taking so long to get here? Why hasn’t the status changed? Oh my gosh, I’m never gonna get it. You should see me on the day of “expected delivery” I literally check the tracking information 7 to 8 times a day just to see if it moves. I swear when I finally get the package. I’m happy and all, but a part of me misses having something to check on. It doesn’t really matter what the package is as long as I have a tracking number. I guess in a sick way a part of me likes to have something out there that belongs to me. It’s like a game that I have no control over concerning if my merchandise will get from point a to b without incident.

The Post Office

This isn't a rant. I promise you there are enough of them out there for you to read if you're into that kind of stuff. It just amazes me. I've always wanted to know what goes on inside the post office. Letters and junk mail get to me fine. When it comes to packages, it's like taking the money and just burning it. Better yet, I might as well just put the money I spent in the mailbox for the postman (or woman) to deliver straight to the mail sorters. I've had things that took twice as long to not get to me. Rerouted packages returned to the sender looking like someone did everything to it to see what was inside just short of just opening the damn thing. I've had things delivered completely open, with the contents thankfully still shifting around inside. The one that tops it all is the package that was delivered completely empty. The bag around it was an apology letter from the post office about how they were sorry they mishandled my package. Okay, stop right there. You mean to tell me that someone swiped the item in question and then put a sticker on it that basically says sorry we stole this but hey! at least you got the box! How would any postal sorter( not sure if that's even the official name, not sure I care) know that the box was maybe supposed to be shipped as light as it was. The only way the note is justified is somebody took the item. I'm also puzzled at their delivery confirmation service. It's supposed to guarantee the delivery and complimentary scans are made along the way just in case you were curious. But when the package goes missing they can't tell you where it is. So the point of the delivery confirmation is to make sure the package is delivered, wouldn't it be necessary for the scans to be mandatory just in case the package doesn't make it? I don't know maybe that's just a wild idea. It's not like they give you your money back if you never get your package (with or without insurance, it doesn't really matter). I'm so done throwing money away to these guys trusting them with merchandise I paid for. The last few problems I've had, I didn't even bother calling the post office because I already know I'm going to get some pissed of customer service rep who tells me to go kick rocks because they don't give a sh*t where I or my package ends up.