Wednesday, July 31, 2013

I Probably Shouldn't Admit This, But...

I only brush my hair once a day. Thanks to a recent admission by one of my besties about how she hates brushing her hair, I decided it was appropriate to share. This one time deal occurs in the morning during my daily routine. I take a shower, wash my hair, put it up in a towel, do my makeup, take it down, and brush it. ONE time. Every so often I might brush it before I go to bed. And on even rarer occasions, I'll run a brush through it at work, which is how this conversation happened.

Maybe it's laziness. Maybe I just don't care. Either way, it is what it is. When it comes down to it, if I have somewhere special to be, I'll take care of business and tame my mane.


Tuesday, July 30, 2013

Versace Yellow Diamond

Thank you Sephora for once again providing me with a free deluxe sample of perfume. This is seriously the way I figure out what perfumes I like. Usually it's just a regular sample in a small tube, but when there is a deluxe sample offer, I nearly always take advantage of. That way if I end up liking it, I have something that's going to last a little while. If I don't like it, I give it to someone who does. It's a win-win for everyone! I'm especially sensitive to perfume fragrances, so if it gives me an instant headache or makes me feel sick to my stomach, it's not going to make the cut.

The latest perfume to earn a permanent place in my rotation is Versace Yellow Diamond. 
It smells AMAZING. 

Versace Yellow Diamond Eau de Toilette

The official description: 

Monday, July 29, 2013

My "New" Car

I will never buy a brand new car. Unless I win millions of dollars in a lottery and then I'm dropping a pretty little penny on a Mercedes SLS AMG GT Roadster. Or a Tesla Model S. Or both. But that's beside the point. Long before I was able to drive I learned from my dad that a brand new car loses value immediately after you drive it off of the lot. Hence, the reason my first (and only car) was a used car. And because I was already primed to accept that used cars were the way to go, I didn't see anything wrong with it. It was a previous rental at the dealership, it was three years old, had low miles, and the price was right (not that I was the one to buy it). I've driven that little car of mine around for 12 years. She's been my baby and now she's about to go to a new home.

The past few days I've been really nostalgic about getting a new car and letting my old one go. I've been reflecting on all of the good times I've had with my little Veronica. We've been on so many adventures up and down this state, that it makes me a little sad to give her up. Even though it's bittersweet, I know the person who ends up with her is going to get some much needed use out of her. And in return, I'm going to have something I've always wanted. A convertible. I decided I'd rather spend half of what a newer used car would cost and stick with something that was like-new despite being 13 years old. The Camaro may only be two years newer than my precious Veronica was, but it only has 31,000 miles on it. No, that's not a typo. The miles are low. I was patient, so I got it for a great deal, it's coming from someone I know, and I'm super excited to have a sporty vehicle. I'm not planning on racing around town in it, but I'm excited to treat myself to something "new". So, without further ado, here is my new addition!

Ain't she purdy.

I picked her up on Saturday and drove her into town with the top down! I was thrilled. Seriously, I'm so stoked that I don't even have an inkling of buyers' remorse. Not to mention I cannot wait to cruise over to the shoreline. HMB here I come!


Friday, July 26, 2013

Simple Pleasures

It's been a helluva week and I'm so glad it's ending on a positive note. I've been on quite the roller coaster lately, but it seems to be smooth sailing at the moment.


A Refund Check

Even though it was $84 dollars short, I'm not going to make waves over it. The property management company tried to tell me that the previous owner was withholding a couple of days worth of rent, but I did the math and it simply didn't add up. In reality, the company chose not to refund me the 7% they take out as their cut of my rent. Did they lie? Yes. And I'm just going to suck it up and be thankful I got nearly all of it back. 

Photoshop Fun

When I am teetering on the edge of boredom, I sometimes like to alter photos in Photoshop. It's really just playing around since I'm not doing anything especially fancy, but it passes the time and I learn new things. Can't complain about that!

A Secret.
Photo found here

I have a secret. Actually, I have lots of secrets, but don't try to pry them out of me because I keep them locked away. I pride myself on being an excellent secret keeper. This particular secret I will reveal, but not until Monday. Or possibly Saturday because I'm not sure I'll be able to contain my excitement. 


Thursday, July 25, 2013

Twinkle Toes

I love going shopping with my mom for so many reasons. For one thing, she always finds at least one item that I simply cannot live without. And sometimes, if I'm lucky, she might even surprise me by buying me said item right then and there. This was the case for these sparkly little shoes!

Initially I walked right by them, but she made sure I tried them on even if it was "just for fun." In my experience, those are often the things that work out the best. It was love at first step. I knew I couldn't put them back. I tried on another pair in a different color by another brand (they were seriously the same exact shoe), but they weren't as cute as the nude ones. I just felt pretty wearing these (even though the color in the photo didn't translate very well). And as soon as I wore them outside, I smiled even bigger. Having something on your feet that is sparkly without being gaudy is strangely gratifying.

I think I may need to buy another pair for when these ones quit on me...which hopefully won't be for quite some time.


Wednesday, July 24, 2013


This week has been far too stressful for me to successfully write a post without coming across like a raging bitch. Yesterday I nearly came unglued because the property management company I pay my rent to has been incredibly unhelpful since I requested back the money that is rightfully mine. The money consists of my entire security deposit and the rent for July, since the property sold at public auction on July 1st. It's funny how they are so willing to accept your monthly checks, but when they fraudulently cash one, they don't want to own up to the responsibility. So, I'm waiting to receive my refund check from them before I officially put them on blast for being an inconsiderate, unethical, bunch of douchebags. And when I say "them" I mostly mean the owner and the broker who apparently have already engaged in some questionable behavior. The office staff has been a little snarky, too. I feel bad that they have to deal with the aftermath of their superiors' antics.

It's funny how the girl in the office refused to answer my very simple question of how much the check was made out for, though she obviously knew it was not for the full amount, but she apparently "isn't able to talk about it". When I pressed her to speak with someone who could, she told me they were unavailable. How convenient. She also wouldn't tell me who "they" were. She forwarded me to the owner's voicemail. I left a message, though I know he won't be calling me back. It's all incredibly frustrating. A Yelp reviewer was echoing my sentiments and I reached out to her to see if her problem was resolved. It wasn't. I'm maintaining my calm, cool, demeanor until I get the mail, but I'm not sure how long that will last if I'm not satisfied with the amount written on that fateful check. I am a Taurus after all, and once you seriously piss off a bull, you better know you're going to get the horns.


Friday, July 19, 2013

Simple Pleasures

This weekend I'm looking forward to the heat. I'd be looking forward to it even more if I knew where my darn pool key was. I'll find it eventually, but I may have to do some in depth spring cleaning to find where I relocated it to. Here are some things I'm enjoying.

A New Game
Yes, I censored a card...this game is not for the faint at heart.  
A couple of weekends ago I went to an impromptu BBQ. I wasn't planning on staying as late as I did, but we were having so much fun play Cards Against Humanity, that I couldn't bring myself to leave. Not to mention that I had a fighting chance at winning and my competitive nature was kicking in.

A Much Needed Reminder
Photo found here
I've been dealing with the drama surrounding my living situation for MONTHS. I'm quite fed up with most of it and I just want to get my July rent and my security deposit back. NOW. Besides that drama, I've been struggling with some other personal things, but I received a jolt of reality on my run this morning when I saw a young guy pushing a shopping cart down the street. He was likely a bit younger than I am, but he clearly has hit some hard times. It made me realize that what I'm going through isn't really that bad.

An Offer
I posted recently about how I was feeling unsettled and in turn I inquired to my LA friends about finding an agent down there. Of course it isn't an easy process. If it were, everyone would have one, but I have a sense of optimism because I have an agent up here and in my head it makes my chances of getting one in LA a little bit better. Don't get me wrong, I realize the SF and LA markets are two different beasts, but there's something inside me that thinks I could be an actor down there. Anyway, a friend of mine who works at a major studio offered to let me visit him on the lot. You know I jumped all over that one. All that's left is to figure out a time that works and I'll be there. In a heartbeat. Not to mention that another friend said he might be able to refer me to his agent. Now wouldn't that be wonderful?! That's not to say I'd be taken on with said agent, but I like the support I received from the whole thing. You know, after everyone told me it was incredibly difficult and all.


Thursday, July 18, 2013

Day 2

Anyone who tells you, "It gets easier," is lying to you. At least when talking about the first week of exercising. Quite frankly, Day 2 is harder than Day 1. Why? Because on Day 2, you're still in terrible shape, but this time you have to deal with achy, sore muscles and any pains that weren't really present prior to exercising. It's Day 1, but worse.

I could feel my legs aching before I even made a serious attempt to get out of bed. It was one of those mornings when I just really wanted to sleep (okay fine, that's every morning), but I knew if I ditched today I wouldn't go back out. It'd be a one-time run and I'd have nothing to show for it but a mild limp and awkward movements when descending stairwells. So I did my run again. I changed up the routine just a bit since my knee is apparently in protest of this whole running business, despite wearing the brace. I kept the initial warm-up walk, but then alternated between running and walking in Fartlek fashion. You can giggle, it's fine. It does sound like Fart Lick after all. Anyway, needless to say I didn't feel quite like I was dying this time around when I wrapped up my routine, though I definitely still pushed myself.

I'm not expecting tomorrow to be any easier either. Now that my dad knows I'm running again, I'm pretty sure that's motivation in and of itself. The last thing I want to do is have my dad ask if I ran and then have to tell him I slacked off because I wanted to sleep in instead. It's easier just to keep with it. Besides, it's good to have some accountability. Anyway, here's hoping that at this time next week I'll be feeling less like an old woman and more like an energetic 20-something.


Wednesday, July 17, 2013

Run With Me.

Prior to this morning, it had been AGES since I had gone on a run. To be honest, I think the last time I ran was when I was going to the gym and that membership has long since been cancelled. After I registered my dad for the Big Sur International Marathon on Monday, I was motivated to start running again. While I certainly wasn't considering running alongside with him (at least not at this point), I was starting to remember how great of shape I was once in. I know I don't look bad, but I know I can look better. And I'm tired of sitting around on my tiny tushy and thinking I'll wake up one morning and want to run. I knew I just had to suck it up and DO.IT.

Since I was too sleep deprived on Monday, running after work was clearly out of the question. Tuesday morning, wasn't even in consideration because I'm playing catch up with my sleep, so I made Wednesday my start day. 551AM rolled around just as early as it always does and I instinctively hit the snooze button to get nine more minutes of zzz's. The second alarm sounded, I rolled out of bed, grabbed my shoes, dusted them off, slapped on that knee brace, threw on a pair of yoga pants and a t-shirt, brushed my teeth, guzzled down some water, pulled my hair up into a pony tail, and went on my way. 

Down the stairs and towards the exit gate I went, pumped up that I managed to even make it out of bed at that time, let alone follow through on my plans to run. My route was mapped out in my mind, but once I got out there, I was hit with the realization that I was going to be dead tired by the time I reached that bridge out in the distance. Every heavy step that pounded the pavement was one more closer, but my lead filled legs were begging me to stop. My lungs were especially tight (a combination of asthma, allergies, and just plain being out of shape, I'm sure) and the wheezing was audible. It barely seemed like I was making progress but I trudged on, determined to make it to my goal. My speed towards the end left much to be desired, but I'm proud to say I didn't stop to walk. I refused to. There would be no walking until I reached the end - the bridge.

Tears were streaming down my face from the head wind, I desperately needed to spit (though I didn't), and my ears were killing me from the cool air, but I kept my head down, focused on my breathing, and FINALLY reached my destination. That was when I took a quick breather, stretched my calves, and waited for the traffic to pass before crossing the road to go back. From that point on, it was a combination of running and walking. I mean, I wasn't trying to burn myself out after one stinking morning! I need to stay dedicated to this exercise business. Total distance on my run/walk? 2.5 miles. Okay, fine. It was 2.49, but I'm rounding up. So sue me. My fitness level is slightly disappointing (though I wasn't expecting it to be fabulous), but I have some work to do. And I'm going to keep on doing it.


Tuesday, July 16, 2013

Ten Years Later.

Where to even begin....first of all, I was severely sleep deprived yesterday. From Thursday night through Monday morning, the hours I had slept were minimal. I know they say you can't catch up on sleep, but I'm certainly going to give it a try this week. Apparently I've been having TOO much fun lately.

Even though I've been running on fumes, it has been totally worth it. All of it. Every single second of it. And since I can't really talk about my weekend without divulging some personal information, I'm just going to suck it up and do it. I can't hide my age forever, at least not in this day and age. So, here it goes...on Saturday, I went to my ten-year high school reunion. Yes, that's right. TEN YEARS. It seems like only a few years have gone by, but then you see everyone and realize that indeed time has been ticking away. Some people changed, some people looked exactly the same. But the great part about the evening was how people who maybe weren't that close in high school were actually talking to each other and seemingly having a great time. The venue was a small local winery, but since the turn out wasn't very high, it was appropriate. Not to mention the outdoor space was pretty beautiful.
I wasn't about to go to this thing by myself (to be honest, I probably would've backed out), so I asked my friends Tyler and Cheyne if I could ride with them. I had the BEST time. I wasn't sure what to expect from the whole thing because of how shy I can be, but it was easy. People were friendly, there wasn't a whole lot of awkward conversations and the three hour mingling flew by. Before I knew it, we were taking a group photo and the staff was trying to kick us out. Luckily, we continued the party and stayed out well into the night. There was some drama after the official reunion, but I'd say it was pretty minimal. Same old B.S. girl drama. I wouldn't expect anything different though! When it was time to call it a night,  Cheyne drove me back home while Tyler slept in the backseat. They're crazy and drove in from Nevada the same day and drove back home the same night. Needless to say I was super thankful he brought me home since I live in the opposite direction of where they needed to go.
Cheyne and me...the matching part was unintentional. Best part was, his shoes had a bit of orange on them which went with my purse. Love it.  
Me and Kristin
Last minute photo
Now that it's over, I'm actually a little sad. Over the years I've had a hard time because being in school was so easy. Keeping friends close wasn't hard because you spent all of your time with them. Now, you have to make an effort to see them after working all day or making time on the weekends, which shouldn't be difficult, but sometimes that's hard for me to do. I am hopeful that I'll be able to keep in touch with some of the people I reconnected with because it would be such a shame not to. Now if only we could have a 15 year reunion to look forward to instead of just a 20 year.


Thursday, July 11, 2013


Every so often I get a little unsettled. A little anxious. A little restless. Usually it comes at a time when I want to flee from my life. That may explain the recent dreams I've been having about being chased by a serial killer. Watching Dexter certainly doesn't help either, but I'm clearly avoiding something in my waking life. Ever since I went on my Delaware/Jamaica trip, I've been entertaining the idea of moving somewhere. Anywhere. It seems like a fun, but scary opportunity to do something new. Even though taking such a huge risk like that is terrifying. Especially so since I wouldn't have the support system of my family there with me.

I've been wanting to move back to LA ever since I left, but I've never mustered up the courage to do so. While there's no harm in applying for jobs and such, I'd really like to give acting a shot down there. Unfortunately, unless I book something incredible, I have to navigate the muddy waters of having a day job and trying to juggle auditions. Basically, if I want to survive, I have to resort to working as a waitress or something of that sort. Something that does not appeal to me in the slightest. So what's a girl to do?

Well, I've decided to start looking at jobs within the Industry that aren't specific to acting, like Administrative or Executive Assistant positions. Maybe what I want isn't to be in front of the camera, but just to be involved in that creative atmosphere. Or maybe I'm just trying to fool myself into thinking that and using it as an excuse to go down there. I haven't really figured it out myself. I just know that LA has been in my heart for quite some time now and I've never given it a real shot.

So, is it time now? According to my monthly horoscope, Jupiter is in Cancer for the next year, which apparently means that I'm going to have "opportunities galore" and ones that could prove to be profitable. Who knows if it's true, but it's nice to think that it could be. Only time will tell! Until then, I'm exploring my options and hoping my ability to communicate in an effective, sophisticated way will help further myself.


Wednesday, July 10, 2013

Potential Purchase

To date, the largest purchases I've made have been my initial Mary Kay consultant order (I ordered WAY too much inventory), my iBook (may she rest in peace), and my MacBook Pro (totally worth the money). I would have added "Condo" to that list, but let's face it, it just wasn't meant to be. Since my house buying plans are currently on hold, I've been entertaining the idea of buying a new car. And by new, I mean previously owned, or a previous dealer rental or demo with low miles.

I'd tell you how many years I've been driving my car, but it'd be far to easy to do the math and reveal my true age. I mean, God forbid you actually know how old I am. So, all you need to know is my car is 15 years old and I've been driving it since I was 16. Fair? It'll just have to do for now.

I've been quite diligent with my money, even though lately I've been splurging a bit here and there, but I'm itching to get a new vehicle. The clear coat on my front bumper is peeling, I have a cracked tail light, and even though the tires and struts are new, I think it may be time to move on from my little Veronica. One of the hardest things for me to do is let go of my stuff. I'm sure there's a deep-seated reason for this, or maybe I just like my things, but it's HARD for me to purge my worldly possessions. I'm not sure I could handle watching someone else drive my zippy old car around town. I might get too nostalgic. We've had some great times together. Although, a new ride could be just what I need to move forward with my life. Whatever the reasoning behind me getting a new car, I've decided that it's okay that I want something new. There's nothing wrong with it. Of course once I get to looking, I end up wanting the best of the best, but hey, I've got great taste. I know my limits and most of the cars I'm looking at now are plausible options

The first car I was entertaining the thought of buying was a 2000 Camaro. Owned by family friends, it has low miles, is in impeccable shape, and, wait for's a convertible. *swoon* Only problem is that they wanted more for it than I was really wanting to spend. So I put in my offer, and if they can't sell it for what they want for it, they may revisit the notion of selling to me. Fingers are crossed. Tightly.

Photo found here
Then, I started thinking about a Mustang. I've been driving a Ford around for years, so why not? Not to mention that the first car I ever really wanted WAS a Mustang. I had a poster over my bed for years, which eventually turned into a framed picture. The guy down the street is selling his Cobra, but I'm pretty sure that one is out of my price range. So, I thought about a newer used model. They're under 20 grand, but still more than I'd like to spend.

Photo found here
Of course then I see a sporty little Subaru BRZ and now I'm suddenly thinking it's okay to spend $25000+ on a car.

Photo found here
I won't do it, but it's so darn cute. And then I think, if I'm going to spend that much, I might as well get a car I've been drooling over for years now. A Challenger.

Photo found here

I just can't help it, I like sporty cars. I'm just not a 4-door car kinda girl. Never have been, never will be. Unless of course it's an SUV, and then that's a completely different story.


Friday, July 5, 2013

Simple Pleasures

Is it just me, or does today kind of feel like a Monday? Thankfully it's not, but a midweek break always throws me off a bit. Another thing that is throwing me off this morning is that it seems to be the end of the heatwave we've been having lately. I was mentally prepared to suffer through the sweltering heat by sitting in air conditioning all day, but it looks like I won't have to.

Moderate Temperatures

It's definitely a relief to have a break from the heat, but I'm hoping it will be warm enough for me to lay out by the pool this weekend. I'd like to work on my tan. Too bad the weather people can't get their act together and agree on whether it's going to be 72 degrees or 82 degrees because that's a pretty significant difference.

A Fair Fortune

Now I know that not everyone is naturally attracted to me, but when people are, I can usually tell. Whether or not I acknowledge it (at least from the males), is a completely different story.

Impulse Buy

StyleMint has a way of making me spend money. Maybe that's why I keep skipping each month without looking at their new styles. This time, however, they got me with a super sale. Take an extra 50% of a sale item. I was done. And I walked away with another black shirt. The zipper detail on the back was what really sold me. Haven't received it yet, but I'll be looking forward to getting it soon!


Thursday, July 4, 2013

Happy 4th of July!

This is the first time that I've made a #tbt post (that's Throwback Thursday for those who don't know) and it could quite possibly be the last, but since it's the fourth of July and I always think of this moment, it seemed appropriate. It's hard to believe so much time has passed since this photo was taken of Raye, me, and Lauren on the 4th. Sometimes I wish I could return to this time because it was so much fun. Our lives are so different now, but I guess that's the way life is. Things change, some stay the same, but at the very least you're left with wonderful memories. 

I hope everyone is having a safe and wonderful 4th of July! Watch some fireworks for me.


Wednesday, July 3, 2013

So Call Me Maybe

So I didn't get a callback for the audition I went on last week, but I'm viewing it as a blessing in disguise. With the recent BART strike, getting to the city on Monday would have been a complete and utter nightmare. And even though it may not have reached levels of Carmageddon in LA when a significant portion of the 405 was shut down, it would have been close. So, while I kicked some serious butt and showed off my wicked knitting skills, I guess I just didn't have the face they were looking for. Maybe I was too young to realistically be a part of a knitting circle, but hey, I tried. And I've rekindled my knitting obsession. Although with this recent heat, it's not exactly ideal to have a pile of yarn sitting on your lap. C'est la vie. At least I know I'll be ready for winter.

Anyway, sometimes you win and sometimes you lose. I'm just hoping to catch a break sometime soon. It'd be nice to walk out of an audition knowing I absolutely nailed it. I thought the group I auditioned with was great, but I might be slightly biased. Would you believe, though, that I actually made friends with the other girl in the group who was my age? Yes, you read that right. I made a friend. A GIRL friend. A nice change from the usual males who want to "be friends." Even though neither one of us got a call back (the jury is still out on our older friends in the group), we decided to hang out some more since both of our schedules were wide open. So, Sami and I went to lunch at Thirsty Bear Brewery, enjoyed an organic beer, ate kale salads, and shared some flatbread and tapas. Lunch seemed to fly by and we ended up going shopping together! She had an audition that required business attire, so we hit the stores and looked for a business type dress. The first store was a bust, though I did walk away with a dress for a cocktail party I will be attending next weekend. I'm not completely sold on it, but we'll see. The second stop was like a gold mine. Every single dress that girl put on looked fantastic. She had her pick, and she picked two! One for the audition, and one because it was too good to pass up and it's the perfect summertime dress.

From there we stopped into a deli in the Italian part of town, picked up a couple of beverages and stopped in at a park for a few minutes before parting ways. Sami was in a show, so she had to take off, and I ended up back at the shopping center near BART to kill a bit of time in case my Irishman was free after he got off work. Turns out he wasn't, so I dropped the knickers I was holding at Victoria's Secret and hopped on the next train to head home. Even though I didn't get to see him, I still had a fabulous day. I'm hoping I'll get to see Sami again sometime in the near future because she was a totally sweet girl and seemed to be pretty easy going like I am. As long as my anti-socialness doesn't flare up again, I should be alright.


Tuesday, July 2, 2013

They're Real.

Thought this post was going to be about boobs? Sorry to disappoint you. Basically, when it comes to mascara, I'm a bit of a snob. Gone are the days of Maybelline, L'Oreal, and CoverGirl. Rimmel never even stood a chance. I've been dedicated to Diorshow Black Out for a few years now, barely giving another mascara a chance unless in a dire emergency, and it has never failed me. Despite that fact, I still have this compelling desire to sample mascaras. It's like wondering if the grass is really greener on the other side.

The last time I sampled a new mascara it was a non-waterproof Clinique variety that left me with black rivers streaming down my face. Note to self, never try out a new mascara, more specifically one that's not waterproof, when a break up is on the horizon. Anyway, after I received my birthday sample of Benefit's They're Real! Mascara I knew it was only a matter of time before I was going to try it. So when I finally did, I was less than impressed. The thing about me is that I like to curl my eyelashes before putting on mascara. That way, each lash is curled to perfection rather than creased and possibly torn out when attempting to curl post application. When I first applied They're Real!, my eyelashes went completely straight. I was annoyed, but trying new makeup has it's hazards. I decided it would be unfair to dismiss it entirely, so I continued to use it. As the week progressed, I was able to manipulate my lashes to maintain the curl I so carefully created with my eyelash curler. Mission accomplished.  

Post tear test - thank you anxiety attack.
Since perfecting the use of They're Real! I have been using the tiny tube fairly faithfully. As each day passed, my affections for the product continued to grow. At first I wasn't completely sold on the brush because it kept poking too much where lash meets lid, but I've even managed to overcome that by exercising a little more patience and using some caution. My eyelashes are naturally long, but this mascara makes them seem impossibly long and luxurious. If my lashes were a little thicker, I probably would have to tell people they were real and not fake. I tend to stick to one coat only because I'm not too fond of the spider lash look. It's just a little icky. So if I must add a bit more, I make sure I do it before it dries completely to avoid clumping. And, it did manage to pass the ultimate and final test...the tear test. While it certainly isn't waterproof (it doesn't hold up in the shower quite like the waterproof Diorshow), it does withstand the spontaneous tears that occasionally spring from my dark brown eyes without leaving behind raccoon smudges or black tear tracks. Truthfully, I've cried on more than one occasion while using They're Real! and I've emerged nearly flawless through tears of sadness, frustration, and laughter. I thought I would never veer away from Dior, but Benefit has shown me that it's okay to like something new. I will always have a tube of Diorshow Black Out handy, but I do believe I'll be adding a full-size version of Benefit's They're Real! to my makeup bag as well. 


Monday, July 1, 2013

Internet Silence and Back Again

I've been seriously unmotivated when it comes to writing lately. Last week I kept trying to put a post together, but I couldn't seem to finish up any of them even though I've been doing some exciting things lately. I'm just going to chalk it up to PMS. TMI? I'm a girl. It happens. Get over it.

Anyway, I'm back up from feeling down and I have plenty of things to write about now. Like, how I spent hours and hours rollerblading through Golden Gate Park.

Yes, you read that right. ROLLERBLADES. Don't scoff at the blades...I know it's been years since you ever even thought about donning a pair, but it was ridiculously fun and you should dust yours off and go for a whirl. For me it was like I had never taken them off. I was twirling around like I used to all those years ago and racing down hills like I was fearless. Thankfully I wasn't thinking about the hills I was flying down because if I had, I would've certainly scared myself into braking throughout the entire descent.

The windmill near the beach.
We saw all kinds of great things while we were there, including buffalo! They have fly fishing ponds, soccer fields (or as he calls it, football fields), they even have a carousel! We cruised around the polo field, which we figured was about a mile around, and maintained a good speed while we climbed hills, gauged grades, and kept our eyes peeled for road hazards. We even made it over to the beach for a few minutes. And even though we didn't take our skates off, we took in the sights of rugby matches, soccer games, and skated along to some music. Overall, a fantastic day. By the time we rolled up to the car, our legs were like jelly. We finished the excursion off at a Jamba Juice before heading back to the Inner Sunset where we spent the rest of the day sitting outside, drinking wine, listening to music, and having a grand ol' time hanging out in the sun.