“I’m afraid! I don’t want to firehose!”
This is what we’re getting up to tonight:
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Don’t worry, most of those are for Greg’s D&D game tomorrow (the one he plays in, not the one he runs), and I doubt they’ll drink all of them, too, even though there are six people to drink nine FLs. Maybe. They introduced him to Four Loko, and it’s become like this mythic thing I keep hearing about. I don’t know why I’ve decided to try it – this is probably going to go down in the annals of bad decisions I’ve made. But anyway, I’ll let you know. I’m trying the watermelon flavor tonight. It’s Greg’s favorite, but it made Matt “firehose.” (Violent projectile vomit.) I HATE vomiting (hence that quote of mine in the post title). But my tolerance is wee tiny, so Greg thinks I’ll get through half of the Four Loko, if that much. Hopefully there will be no firehosing. We’re going to watch Broken Lizard’s “Slammin’ Salmon,” too.
Here are my beautiful new zils: Saroyan Arabesques, purchased from Blue Fusion Tribal. I love them! (Don’t worry, those safety pins are only temporary until I make sure the elastics are just right. I don’t want to have to sew them more than once, since I plan on sewing those babies TIGHT.)
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And I finally thought to check and see if my photos were still on my camera, and could be loaded onto Bertha for editing. They were! (Usually I batch-delete them as soon as I’m done loading onto the laptop.) I will leave you with a picture featuring my monster and a smidge of the Nyx Shangri-La look I’m so pleased with:
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Bollocks.
So, after “fixing” the settings on my blog, I’m still having problems. (Just popped back in to jot down what I used for the last two FOTDs, so I can put that makeup back in its proper drawers.) UGH.
Thirty minutes of searching WordPress’s support pages and forums later, and I find out it’s not me after all: WordPress is having technical issues. Apparently other people have been complaining about this shit ALL DAY. Maybe a general announcement would be a good idea? Just a thought. And if they did that, they could also maybe, you know, give us an ETA for when it’ll be fixed? Or maybe how long it might take to figure out what’s going on? Any tiny little bit of info? “Hey guys, we know you can’t post to your blogs right now. We’re on it.”
KATHRYN JACOBS!
That’s me yelling at myself sternly, because I need to go lift weights, dammit.
BUT – I took two seconds and figured out how to set WordPress so I see my own blog’s dashboard when I log in (AND when I click “dashboard”). Go me! I’m not becoming totally computer-challenged in my old age.
Speaking of which – I realized today that there’s a silver lining to this whole blood pressure thing. I was taking my blood pressure meds at dinner, and said to Greg, “Hey, look, I’m taking my old lady pills.” And a lightbulb went on over my head! I’m an old lady! I think the blood pressure pills make it official, right? Plus the crocheting, and knitting, and cats, and love of Miss Marple, etc, etc. FINALLY. So, it’s cool if I just get a cane and start whacking whippersnappers, right?
WHAT. Greg just popped in here before leaving to run sound at the Pinhook, and busted out the iMovie. Holy shit, y’all are in trouble now.
Check out my messy-as-hell craft room.
Also, pause it at 0:00: blowjob-face of the year, y/y?
Right, WEIGHTS, FOR REAL THIS TIME, OH MY GOD, KATHRYN JACOBS, DO NOT MAKE ME SAY IT AGAIN!
“Spendthrift” is the bad one, right?
I totally know that “spendthrift” (and “profligate”) have somewhat negative connotations, but whatever, it’s payday, bitches. And I haven’t been too irresponsible, but anyway, enough of that shit, on to the gushing:
Goodies in my present or near-ish future:
-MAC lippies (mentioned previously)
-new round of bellydance class starts tomorrow morning, and we’re learning fast improv moves WITH ZILS, so I will be getting a set of zils soon, and I’m psyched (a little nervous about the improv, since eventually I’ll have to lead, but oh well)
-snagged “Marriage of Heaven and Earth” off Amazon (awesome klezmer album, all the tracks make me want to wiggle)
-snagged MP3 album of Maduro’s “Reveries” off Amazon, too (ditto on the wiggling)
-corset vest patterns that I pre-ordered from Tempest are finally in and shipping soon (These patterns aren’t in the shop yet, but should be after all the pre-orders go out, IIRC.)
-ordered a lippie, some eyeshadow samples, and a deodorant from Sobe Botanicals
-ordered a lipbalm and lipscrub from BusyBuzzyBees (I’ve been trying to decide on a lipscrub for *ages* now, and finally made my mind up to try theirs first, in the Honey flavor; I’ll let you know how it is.)
-*finally* got to jump on the Haus of Gloi bandwagon, and ordered some samples (will also let you know more specifically about them when they get here – but we already know they’re going to be fucking rad, right?)
(Actually, all these Etsy-ers have great feedback, so I’m expecting to be very happy with all the products.)
-And I went a little samples-crazy over at Morgana Minerals
We’ve got a picnic to go to tomorrow (after bellydance), and I’ve got to make up time at work on Sunday. Oh, and I’ve got FOTD and other pics to share, but most of them are on the laptop, which is still at Dara’s and Tiffianna’s house, because Greg didn’t stop to pack stuff up when I was panicking Wednesday night, and just stopped D&D and left (and left the laptop and his D&D supplies over there). That is a sweet, attentive hubby right there. (Although I guess if you got a call from *your* partner who was most definitely panicking but with the barest chance of actually having dangerously high blood pressure/a heart attack/needing to go to the ER, you probably wouldn’t dick around packing shit up nice and neat, either, but would instead haul ass. Anyway, it’s still wonderful.) I do have some FOTD shots on my camera that I could load onto Big Bertha, but it would bother my anal-retentive/obsessive-compulsive side to post them out of chronological order. Even if one of the later ones is a super fucking awesome look I did that finally made my Nyx shadow trio work. (And even if I do say so myself, it is super fucking awesome. If only because I finally applied all three shades in a combo that didn’t look like hot ass. Shuddup.)
Speaking of Big Bertha, this computer is pretty damn macked-out by my standards. When I first got her, which was…a couple months before I discovered the awesome world of beauty bloggers crack beauty bloggers, Greg mentioned she had a built-in camera, and I cracked some joke about holing up in my craft room and filming makeup tutes, and Greg was surprisingly into that idea. (I say surprisingly because, while he is appreciative of my makeup looks, he doesn’t wear it himself, so how exciting could a makeup tute be to him? Come on. Maybe he just wants to watch videos of me? Hear my voice? Or – most likely – watch me be my normal goofball self and make an ass of myself?) So I’m dicking around in my craft room tonight, and Bertha appears to have TONS of film editing software (really, like five or six different programs; I don’t know that I need more than one), but damned if I can find anything that RECORDS. Which is fine, because I don’t think my makeup skillz are at the level of filming tutes yet, and there are tons of great ones out there already, so, there you go. And while I had considered doing a vlog every once in a while, mainly so you could see the faces I pull and voices I make when I’m talking (in other words, what a goofball I am), I don’t know what exactly I’d talk about. Probably just blather, and GODDAMN I AM LONG-WINDED. How long is this post already? You don’t need me to start doing vlogs, too. Jesus.
Anyway, my point is, this phat ass Mac makes me feel like I need to learn all these programs so I can make better use of her.
Also, WordPress is making me feel like a dumbass because they changed something, so that now when I log in, I don’t see my own blog, but some other gobbledygook. Only I haven’t figured out how to change it back yet, and I feel like a fuckwit. Thanks, WordPress, thanks alot.
And now I really need to go lift some damn weights, and then make cookies for the picnic tomorrow. And stop dicking around on Bertha. Even if it is fun. Pictures later, I promise. I’ve got at least a couple that I could post and they wouldn’t be out of order. (Oh my fucking god, the neurosis! Do you ever take a step back and notice your own tics/behavior/whatever, and you’re just like, “…UGH.” Blargh. Okay, weights. Being a responsible, healthy adult. Dammit.)
Zoya Nail Polish Exchange!
Y’all know about this right? If not, click:
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Let’s see: I could pay $7 plus shipping for Zoya polishes (which isn’t terrible), or I could pay $0 plus $3.50 shipping to exchange crap I don’t want for crap I DO want? I don’t know, guys, I’ll have to think real hard about this. /sarcasm
This is pretty goddamn awesome of Zoya, and I am sure I have at least six nasty old crappy polishes at home to send in for some pretty new Zoya ones. My only problem is going to be narrowing down what I want. And that’s not really a problem to bitch about. 
Excitement!
I just bought my first MAC products ever! Sadly, on Ebay, so I don’t have pictures to share yet. But I got Ever Hip and Petals & Peacocks. I eyeballed Blooming Lovely, and really thought that would be the color I had to have, but after seeing it swatched on Beauty Swatch, I really don’t think I’d wear it enough to justify the price tag. I do love purple, but…yeah, not that one that much. And now I get to wait. Whee! (I’d like to blame thank all the beauty bloggers who enabled this purchase by posting their lovely MAC products and grinding down my restraint. 
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EMO!
I love this picture because I look so emo, and it’s hilarious. I was just fucking around with Photobooth, and quite frankly, just trying to cover up that awful spot on my chin (that’s finally fading, thank gods). And then Photobooth washed me out, as normal, but somehow exaggerated my smudgy eyeliner? It really didn’t look at all like that in real life – if it had, I’d never wash my eyes again, and just revel in the goth/emo/Shakespears Sister-ness of it all.
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So…on the blood pressure front. Last night I had a panic attack because my blood pressure was 178/119. And my chest hurt, so of course I was worried about a heart attack. I wasn’t really rational last night. It was lots of fun. And by “lots of fun” I mean “it was pretty miserable, and I even interrupted Greg’s D&D game to make him come home and be with me while I was hysterical.” (There’s a good chance I was already panicky before I checked my bp, and that that’s why it was so high. I mean, it’s high, but not THAT high.) So I stayed home and went to the doctor today, and she confirmed that my blood pressure is a bit high and has been creeping up for about a year now, so it’s time to start treating it. Which is kind of a huge relief, to be honest. Last night’s panic was definitely the worst, but the previous nights (since Friday’s doctor’s visit), I’ve been getting steadily more anxious, and really wasn’t looking forward to two more weeks of taking readings and freaking out. So now we’re treating it, and I’m much calmer. We also talked about what I need to avoid (basically, decongestants and high amounts of sodium), so I’m not worried about overdoing it in bellydance class, or getting a monster headache (like I did yesterday) but not being able to take anything for fear of fucking up my blood pressure. And my chest still hurts a bit, but now that I’m calm I can tell that the soreness I’m currently feeling is that damn costochondritis. And what I was feeling last night was that plus a lot of panic attack bullshit. (When you’re not having one, you can appreciate how amazing panic attacks are, with regard to their ability to make you really believe just untrue shit that you would never fall for normally, and their ability to either induce physical symptoms that mirror other things, or maybe just convince you that you’re experiencing those symptoms even when you aren’t. Although, if the sensation of those symptoms, like chest pain, is all in your mind and not actually physically happening, how would you know? I mean, without like a doctor verifying it or not. I guess it doesn’t ultimately make a difference whether it’s in your head or real; you’re still experiencing it, for all intents and purposes.)
Anyway, enough health blathering. If you’re not familiar with Shakespears Sister, well, I don’t know what to tell you, really. *I* personally think they are fantastic and you should immediately set about fixing that gaping hole in your life, but not everyone likes all the same music I do, so it admittedly might not be your thing. I can’t imagine how that could be the case, they are so incredible, but to each her own. (And “Stay” was pretty good, and their best-known song, but in my not-so-humble opinion some of their other, less-known songs are far better.) But anyway, in my mental archive of “awesome looks I MUST figure out how to recreate one day,” there’s like a whole wing given over to them. Here are some pictures I found, in case you don’t have a reference for them:
This is my utter favorite of their looks, and I go back and forth over which of the two (the sad romantic or the wicked witchy look) I like best.
Playing catch-up
Look for work (last Thursday):
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-Nyx Concealer Stick #CS03 Light
-Physicians Formula Healthy Wear SPF 50 Powder Foundation in Light
-Too Faced Shadow Insurance
-Silk Naturals Eye Shadow in Sari
-CoverGirl Perfect Point Plus Eye Pencil #210 Espresso
-CoverGirl VolumeExact Waterproof #125 Mascara Very Black
-Silk Naturals Kisser Slicker in Nectar (I really like this – nice color, great consistency. I’m pretty much sold on Silk Naturals.)
Look for the show (Thursday night):
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-Nyx Concealer Stick #CS03 Light
-Physicians Formula Healthy Wear SPF 50 Powder Foundation in Light
-Too Faced Shadow Insurance
-Hi-Fi Cosmetics Eye Shadow in Twist & Shout (inner corners)
-Hi-Fi Cosmetics Eye Shadow in Pussycat (middle of lid)
-Hi-Fi Cosmetics Eye Shadow in Wild Thing (outer vee)
*I bought these shadows from Hi-Fi as a…I don’t know. “Combined look” kit? They came with a nice card showing how to apply them to get the look, and I love it. I think this is probably the most complicated look I’ve done, at least in terms of number of colors and application, and I think it’s pretty sweet, considering I’m pretty much a noob when it comes to anything more complicated than a one-color wash. 
-L’Oreal HiP Color Truth Cream Eyeliner #905 Black
-L’Oreal Waterproof Voluminous Mascara Carbon Black
-Smith’s Rosebud Salve
-mark Glow Baby Glow Luxe Hook Up Lip Gloss in Orchid Luxe
-color-changing hair: I haz it.
Right after the second round with ColorFix:
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The next day:
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Kind of neat. But it got darker to a point (you can see it at it’s darkest/most green in the FOTD pics above, and still to come), and then stopped changing. And I picked up some black dye last night to have on hand, and then realized the green wasn’t washing out at all. So…I went ahead and dyed my hair black. I mean, why wait until Sunday to see if the green will wash out so I can dye it aqua, only to have it not wash out enough and I end up going black anyway? And it clearly wasn’t going to be light enough for the pink no matter what. So I decided not to wait. It’s cool. I like it. I’ve got pictures to post later. It’s actually kind of navy blue in places, which is neat since that was originally the color I was looking for when I stumbled across Special Effects’ Fishbowl Blue. So yay! Anyway. Also? I am in DESPERATE need of a bang trim. It’s getting beyond ridiculous.
At the show the other night, I found a new favorite drink: the Carolina Cross. (Is it named that after the watermelon variety? Could be.) It’s made with vodka, watermelon juice, mint, ginger liqueur, and probably one or two other ingredients I’m forgetting. And hot damn, is it delicious. This recipe for Watermelon-Soju Cocktail looks like it might do the trick. I will have to try that out. (I’m also reminded of the watermelon margaritas I made last summer, and they were fantastic, too.)
Which makes for a somewhat depressing but relevant segue into my new catch-up topic: some health bullshit. Actually, it’s not all bullshit, and if I’m lucky, it will turn out to be *no* bullshit whatsoever. Here’s the deal: I don’t drink, like, ever. Not because I’m a teetotaler, but because 1-I really only like girly drinks where it doesn’t taste like alcohol, and 2-my tolerance is stupid small. I’m a one-drink drunk. Which is kind of nice. I get a nice little buzz going for a bit, but sober up pretty quickly, it’s cheap, no puking. I’ve been good and fucked up on occasion, and it’s not really my thing. Anyway, all this discussion of watermelon drinks is making my mouth water, but I probably shouldn’t booze it up any time soon (even if I were so inclined), because it might affect my blood pressure. Which I’m having to monitor because the last couple times I went to the doctor’s, it was a little high. It’s worrisome, because high blood pressure runs in the family, and I’d rather not get it. (Although there are other, much more serious complaints that run in the family that I’d much rather not get, so high blood pressure isn’t that big a deal, and I’ll just consider myself lucky to get off with that.) It’s pissing me off because I’m pretty much the healthiest I’ve been in five years, and for those five years, I sat around 120/80 every time. Now I’m healthier, and my blood pressure is higher? LAME. Also, I was on phentermine last summer, which is basically speed, and my blood pressure was fine all through that, too. I think it’s much more likely that my blood pressure is up because I’m stressing over shit, and the last few times I’ve been to the doctor’s, it’s been after like a whole week of full-blown panicking, and anxiety will raise your blood pressure. So, I think there’s a good chance if I can just chill out, it’ll go back down. But in the meantime, I get to check it twice a week and go from there. (Of course, my anxiety, particularly related to blood/veins/my-body-in-general, is making it a little difficult to chill out with respect to the whole “oh god I’ve got high blood pressure I’m going to die” tip. And I’m only half-joking there. UGH, anxiety, fuck off, would you? Thanks.) Eh. I have moments where it bothers me and I’m painfully conscious of, say, my heartbeat (not that it’s irregular, just that I notice it more than I usually do) and it creeps me out. But for the most part, I’m just trying to not let it get to me. But that’s a bit easier said than done. Bleah.
God that was long. Now for the not-actually-bullshit bullshit. So last Friday, I went to the doctor’s because I had a pain in my chest that was making me crazy. It hurt like shit, it was in a weird place (right side of my breastbone), and I felt like I was having trouble breathing (which is a HUGE anxiety trigger for me). It didn’t quite feel like a muscle ache, and when I was deep in the deluded grip of anxiety, I was worried my lung was collapsing. Yeah, get there. (I did tell you it was making me crazy.) But no – went to the doctor’s, and the good news is, I’d just managed to somehow aggravate some cartilage in my ribs. (Costochondritis.) Gross, but not a big deal. (Well, gross to me, with my body issues. And not *as* gross now that I’ve worked on it some in EMDR. But still a bit gross.) So, that was awesome news. The less-awesome news? My doctor said I should be recovered in about a month. Not really looking forward to this pain for a whole month. However, it’s already gotten much, much better. It’s still there, and if I turn my torso to my right (like I’m looking over my shoulder, or reaching for something behind me), it hurts, and the more I turn, the more it hurts. But it’s still miles away from how bad it hurt Friday and over the weekend, so that’s great. Maybe I won’t be saddled with this bullshit for a month, and I would love that.
And lastly, some tv-related blathering. I don’t know if y’all are keeping up with the shows I’ve been watching, but there is some wonderful tv going on lately. Last week, I enjoyed the hell out of Lost, Deadwood (thank you, 101 channel), Supernatural, Justified, V, Doctor Who, and reruns of It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia. Jim Beaver continues to be a badass actor, on both Deadwood and Supernatural. (Sidenote: he has a book out, and I kind of really want to read it, because 1-Jim Beaver, and 2-it’s gotten good reviews. But it’s letters he wrote while his wife was dying from cancer, the last year or so of her life, so I’m sure I will bawl like a baby, which is why I’m holding off on it for now. Well, that and I’m currently reading the new Dresden Files book, Changes.) And then Fringe was so utterly good, and Walter broke my heart a little, with the white tulip. John Noble also never disappoints, and neither does Peter Weller.
Help?
I have got a SERIOUS bee in my bonnet to get a peachy/apricot-y lipcolor. I think ideally a mid to highly-pigmented lipgloss, or a sheerish lipstick. Suggestions?
Teeny tiny freebie
***UPDATE: CLAIMED! You know what I totally didn’t even consider, but that is awesome about shit like this? I can find new blogs! I could probably figure out who’s reading this, but I’m too lazy. And Google Friend Connect doesn’t work with WordPress, and I moved here *from* Blogger, so it feels too soon to move back. So unless y’all leave comments, I have no idea. Which leaves me with finding new blogs by surfing the ones linked on the blogs I’m already reading, and I do that infrequently. So today I offer up one measly little imp (okay, it’s a nice imp, plenty full – but as blog giveaways go, teeny, you know), five minutes later Sam expresses interest, and I’m one imp closer to a less-cluttered makeup/jewelry/whatever-else-I-throw-in-drawer, and have found a cool new blog to read. (And I don’t blog about it very often, because I have issues, which I should probably barf about eventually, but finding Sam’s blog is a nice bit of synchronicity, since I need to lose weight for my liver and my motivation re: non-bellydance exercise has been lacking. So, new blog to read but also new source of motivation via sense of camaraderie/in-it-together type thing. Score!) Also, that was fun. I’ll get my ass in gear on the imp-trying-out and see what else I can offer up.
I’ve got a spare, almost unused imp of Black Phoenix’s Lust. It smells lovely, but unfortunately not with my body chemistry.
So, if “red musk, patchouli, ylang ylang and myrrh” sound like something you’d like to try, let me know.
I’ve got a stash of imps I haven’t tried yet, so I’ll probably have more to give up later, but I’m too impatient, and too slow at trying them, to save them all up for a bigger to-do. (I’ve been having a torrid love affair with the two Valentine’s Day in the Miskatonic Valley scents I got, so I’m having a hard time making myself try a new scent when I could wear The Zadok Allen Vineyard or White Chocolate, Black Raspberry, and Apricot Cordial Truffle, and smell so divine.)
I love mailing things, and putting together little gift packages, so I’ll probably do more of a “real” giveaway at some point, as the mood strikes me. But this’ll do for now.
And DOCTOR WHO TONIGHT!!! Woo woo!
