Productivity! Excitement! Impatience! (Or, “Update.”)

Howdy, blogoverse!

How did your respective Mondays go? Were they thrilling and wonderful? Stress-ridden and crazy? Either way, it’s beer o’clock – Vega and I are enjoying St. Ambroise McAuslan Oatmeal Stout  – absolutely delicious choice, definitely recommended. Go and crack a brewski and get comfortable, I have not one but two new posts in the works for your enjoyment this evening. Hell, Calgary’s tap water (although 100% safe to drink) still tastes a little garden hose-y, so why not do Nenshi a favour and drink a beer (or three) to conserve some agua? It’s the responsible thing to do, folks. Beer is always the answer.

Buffy loves beer, too. Beer good. Want beer. Will continue to consume beer (at least, until I revert back to Homo Habilis, at which point, please call Giles).

Anyways. Today was awesomely productive on this end – following this morning’s post, I managed another cup of coffee (this one enjoyed in the company of my handsome love), some Facebook-ing, and a shower. I’m having one of those mythical days where I just feel damned good and I’m goddamn stoked on life and as a result, I look damned good, too (it also helps that my makeup was a thing of glory today – face was BB cream, powder, bronzer, blush, and Watt’s Up? to highlight; eyes were a pretty champagne shadow with a lime green accent (used the aforementioned Sephora box o’shadow love), tightlined upper and lower rims with a steely grey MAC liner, black MAC fluidline on upper lash line, and They’re Real! mascara; lips were a bright matte peachy-coral from Rimmel. Outfit was magical ass enhancing jeans, blue tank top and a black lacy cardigan). Seriously, it’s been way too long since I felt quite as good as I feel today about my appearance. Liberating. Girly. Awesomeness. My awesome mane of crazy ass curls even dried decently well-tamed today. So much win.

There may or may not have been some gratuitous strutting involved in my day.

When I was all ready (a mere 25 minutes later, 40 if you count my shower), I scooted on down to the nearest C-Train station, fully prepared to have to deal with a massive fuckaround. I am more than pleased to report that this was not to be the case. An abbreviated train ride and a relatively short shuttle bus later (all in, 35 minutes), I was at Chinook and getting my ass caffeinated (damn skippy I indulged my grande soy vanilla bean latte bone). Mission: Acquire Contact Lenses was thereafter completed, and I spent like half an hour looking at potential new frames for my next project (that is, acquire new glasses so I can retire my duct-taped frames of current) – and I think I may have found a contender. So effing cute – totally “slutty librarian” on, which is a major plus as far as I’m concerned – and they actually fit my teeny little face pretty much perfectly. Thoughts? I want feedback, folks! Anyways, after Lenscrafters, I moseyed on over to Target to check out what the buzz was about. I get it now, I totally do. It’s like Walmart, but less trashy feeling. Grand. A quick jaunt over to Lululemon was next, which wasn’t kind to my imaginary pocketbook. I want it all. Such is always the case at Lulu. When I was done with my window shopping, I made the trek back home to reunite with my lovely love.

How I feel perusing Lulu.

After a quick cigarette, Vega and I walked over to Shopper’s in what turned out to be a futile attempt to retrieve a parcel that had arrived, then zipped over to the mall for some food court Chinese food. I know, I know, MSG will kill me – but seriously, sometimes nothing else quite satisfies like a bunch of ginger beef. Deeeelish. That mall is such a trip – always a crazy ass mix of all kinds of people, which makes for awesome people watching. After nomnomnoms, we headed to the other Shopper’s (which is a block away, which seems superfluous, but whatever) to pick up Vega’s prescription. Finished, trekked back home, smoked more, rolled a bunch of coins. We also got rid of a huge armoire (which went to a seemingly really nice family, hope they can get good use of it!), and now our living room looks SPECTACULARLY EMPTY. IMMINENT MOVE FEELS CLOSER. FUCK YEAH!

fuckin’ eh!

 

After dishes were done, it was time for a little Mia primping time, by way of mani/pedi. My toes are now a lovely shade of iridescent teal-y blue (NYC colors, can’t be arsed to get up and check the name of the shade. I think it’s like “Brooklyn” or something), and they make me smile. In terms of my fingers…you guys, I have a new obsession. I’m going to preface this with a “please don’t judge me.” Broadway Nails impress Press-On Mani. I know you’re rolling your eyes at this mention of a press-on manicure (we all remember the terrible press-ons of our youth…those paper glue tabs were IMPOSSIBLE and the damn nails always popped off like two minutes after you put them on), but these are NOT like that. I promise. I picked these up for $4.79 at Target because they’d been buzzing on xoJane, my nails looked like shit, and I am quite frankly too lazy to wait for a mani to dry right meow, Seche Vite is just not vite enough. Anyways. I picked them up in the “Night Fever” pattern (basic French tips with a swirly black design in the top right corner and a silver glittery highlight) in the shortest length (although I love me my talons, homegirl needs to be able to stick a contact lens in my eyeball).

super. effing. cute.

They’re light and flexible, already have the adhesive attached (all you have to do is peel off the plastic backing), and fit my nails super nicely. Natch, there is always a short “getting used to this new long nail nonsense” period with fake nails, but these already feel seamless and comfortable, and I put them on like 2 hours ago. I’m not 100% convinced that I’ll get the 7 day wear that the packaging promised; however, if I get three days wear out of press on freakin’ nails, I will be more than a happy camper. So far, these get an A+. Will update on them as the week wears on. For the moment, I’m enjoying looking down at pretty, well manicured hands.

seriously, I can’t stop looking at my pretty, easy, cheapo-mani. Helllooooooo hands. Don’t you look lovely today?

ANYWHORE. In more exciting news (not that my hands and girly doings aren’t mesmerising as all hell), we just sold Vega’s car! WOOHOO! Yet another major leap towards the move being really real. Have I mentioned yet how fracking ridiculously excited I am? No? I AM FRACKING RIDICULOUSLY EXCITED. Tomorrow, I have a coffee date with my dear friend Dee, and I am sure that saying bye for now to her and Baby Dee is going to make this even more really real. Honestly, I wish I had that proverbial fast forward button right about now – despite needing the next few days to finish tying off loose ends, I just wanna go noooowwww. The drive out there is so super pretty, too – everything about this is just spectacular. YAY LIFE. YAY CHANGE. YAY EVERYTHING!

Blur’s “Song 2” says it best.

Anyways, I’m off to go smoke and revel in awesomeness and type up my next post. No judgement if I don’t get it done tonight, I’m actually pretty spent from my day of excitement and adventure – but it is in the works. I promise.

Gratuitous cute:

ZOMG BABY PIGGIE AND SHAGGY DOG. HEART IS GOO.

For now,

Wallace, out.

Musings on Monday Morning (or, “It’s Still Too Early To Get On With My Day”)

Welp, it’s officially the beginning of what is sure to be an absolutely insanely busy week for myself and Vega. I’ve been up since 4:30 in the morning (all-nighter concluded with me crashing on the couch at 5:00 last night, so 11.5 hours later, I was up and at ’em) drinking coffee and reading xoJane articles and such. Truth be told, I’m not anticipating much sleep the next few days – way too excited, and it’s messing with my already skewed sleep patterns. Anyways. One step closer to normalized hours with last night’s early pass-out. I’m hopeful that tonight, I’ll be sleepy by 9:00 ish and will actually be able to maintain a normal schedule. I have coffee dates and errands lined up all week long, so I’ll be out and about midmorning every day anyways; however, it would be a pretty excellent little added bonus to manage to achieve some quality zzz’s too. We’ll see. Like I said, hopeful, not expecting, on the normal(ish) sleep pattern front.

Anywhore. I have to make the trek down to the mall today to finally pickup my contact lenses (debacle last week with my previous optometrist left me frustrated and freaking out about a) not having contact lenses for the move and b) how fucking expensive eyecare is), which should be an exercise in patience and hopefully not too much of a fuckaround given that Calgary Transit is all re-routed and detoured considering that a few stations and good amounts of track got royally screwed in the flooding. Adventure for the day! I may well reward myself with a jaunt around the mall (one of my girlish indulgences, plus, we have a Target now!), to ogle new Lululemon shit and cute summery clothes (including but not limited to shorts and skirts that I won’t wear due to Sunshine induced scarring, and shoes (natch)) and do some people-watching. I’m in “not buying myself clothes (except the jeans I got last week but whatever) until I tone my ass up” mode right now, so window shopping and a latte is the perfect MO for this girl.

 

There are train tracks under there. Somewhere.

 

Also, besides the aforementioned jeans (fucking superb summer buy, Old Navy, $30.00, “the Flirt” skinny crops. Normally I shy from crop-length anything BUT these are made of cotton, spandex, and MAGIC. They make my ass look divine and my legs somehow look longer. Ladies, do this don’t – short girls in cropped magic pants of awesome. Pair with super cute flowy tank and voila – dressed, all summer long, and no showy-offy of my scars!), I came home from the mall last week with Sephora’s Smoky Studio 2 ($30.00, seriously), and I think I may be in makeup Heaven. Seriously. I haven’t been that excited about makeup in funky colours since I was in high school and I am LOVING it. I am also digging the girly rant this paragraph has become. I might have to do this more often. I digress. The eyeshadows in the kit are all super densely pigmented (this is HUGE for me, as most bright shadows just don’t pop on this girl’s Latina skin), and they range from matte to shimmery to all out sparkly. The lip glosses are super cute and bright and are rekindling my love of obnoxious (read: orange, purple, fuchsia) lipcolor. I am in a highly pigmented girly Nirvana. I also picked up Sephora’s waterproof mascara (in black, natch), and their True Cream Lip Color in “Sunset Rhythm.”  I was a happy camper when I went to go and pay, and my day was made even better with the birthday freebies I received. First up, Benefit’s “They’re Real, Honest!” mascara (which is, by the way, the shieeettttt), and Benefit’s Watt’s Up? Illuminator. I’m not normally one for a super involved skin routine (normally, I rock a thin layer of BB cream and some powder to set it all with); however, I think Watt’s Up? has changed all that. I tried it out last week with a touch of bronzer for contrast and I was in love with the overall effect – I looked all glowy and dewy and alive. Yup, you just read a beauty review on EIB. Like I said – it’s fun being a girly girl sometimes. I’m set for summer and have tons of experimenting with different colors to do!

Anyways. It’s sloooowly becoming normal-person time, which means that I am inching ever closer to showering and getting ready and going on the aforementioned trek to pick up my aforementioned vision correction. Besides that, I have to start packing the small stuff I own today (jewellery and makeup and clothes I don’t intend to wear this week), finish the laundry, and get an entertainment unit ready to be picked up this evening. I also need to pick up some coin rollers and possibly do my damn nails, which are in a dreadful state. Tomorrow, coffee with Dee (which should be another interesting adventure on transit). Friday, dinner plans. I also need to see my baby brother and Scissors before I skip town! Busy little bee. I love it. I can hardly believe that this time next week, I’ll be sipping my morning java on the coast! Vega and I are super duper excited that the time has (finally) come for this to become our reality. It’s also super duper exciting to note that my birthday is a mere eight days away! Woohoo, another year done and done! 22 was good to me on the whole – but it was also one of the most difficult years of my entire life. I’m ready to take on my twenty third year of existence in a beautiful new hometown with my soulmate and the puppy and the promise of bigger and better things. Basically, everything about the time being and the near future excites me greatly. I’m just excited to be alive and it is a brilliant and beautiful feeling.

ALL OF THE YAY!

Anywhore, I’m going to call this a post and go make some java before I do that whole getting on with my day thing.

Gratuitous cute:

 

Go forth and kick ass this Monday!

Wallace, out.