My Granny dragged me out to her friend Cindy's house this evening. [Cindy is a former professional cosmetology-esque person.] Cindy gave me a little crash course on how to properly apply makeup and even printed up a little walk-through for me to take home.

Shut up. I must have missed that day at school when they said, "Okay, today's the day when we teach all the girls how to do their hair and makeup and hand out the free boobs." So I needed some help. Crazy bad.

Anyways, Cindy just talked me through it, I did it all myself. I even used my colorful stuff. Now, since I almost NEVER wear makeup, especially makeup that is a color other than nude or very very pale, I think I looked kind of freakish.

You know, in that hooker-that-lost-a-bar-fight kind of way.

But maybe that's just me. I've washed my face off and now I'm letting it dry. I'm going to try to use the same theory and methods to do lighter, less noticable colors and see how that works out for me.

In other news:

• APUSH is the devil. I suggest a revolt. VIVA LA REVOLUTION!
  
• Buy a candle. Because you love me.
  
• Mr. Tackett won't let me out of Coach Schmeltzer's class. I'm torn between begging my dad to go into school to make them change it and just going with the easy grade.
  
• I loves me some JROTC.

That is all. You are dismissed.