Mood:
Jealous
Listening to: Vocaloid - Black Rock Shooter
I was putting on make-up today (going to this wedding of a friend of mom's) when my brother went into the room and went, "HOMG artificial beauty~!".
There's no point putting on make-up really coz Nobunaga Oda came along. I wonder if I will ever get married with him glaring at any guy daring to come within a meter radius of me. *sighs*I like make-up. It hides all the imperfections on my face and everything so why not? Don't get me wrong; I don't hate my face (On the contrary, I'm rather grateful with how I look. ...Except the weight factor.). But somewhere along the lines, I think I've gotten too attached to cosmetics, to the point of feeling rather insecure without it. It makes me feel pathetic really. D:
I pray to god I won't end up like one of our school teachers. I think you should know who.HINT: BARBIE DOLLAnd then I saw an old neighbor of mine (note:old in a sense of former, not aged) and boy, the little green monster in me flared up. She was SO PRETTY; fair skin, shining eyes, cute voice, the works. I felt so envious, still do now in fact.
I'm so shallow. D:
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On a more cheerful note, I found
like a SHITLOADOF8059DOUJINS some entertaining pieces of literature. I'll go spend some time
fangirling frothing giggling examining them later.
Labels: irl, rant
