#270 according to photo booth

i woke up one morning to find "this" on my couch.

"this" would be my roommate, gemma germine. 

 as a matter of fact, i did watch her for about 20 secs to verify that she was in fact breathing.

 then, after paint exploding over my face--or just the fact that i look like a pubscent teen with horrible acne, you decide, I took a few pictures of gemma and i, in our most attractive state of being.

 cottage cheese. naturally the most commonly used prop for a picture.

 watch where you are pointing that fork gemma.

 they should have placed on the warning labels of paint that is usually tends to make people obnoxious, crazy, and immature, all at the same time.

okay, okay, i know what you are thinking. but just please...don't hate me because i am beautiful.

pretending to be feminine

i grew up a tom-boy.
fact: in the first grade, i refused to wash my favorite pair of socks for an entire month, because i was afraid of losing them amongst 8 other siblings socks.
solution: my mother told me that my 1st grade teacher--who i absolutely adored--called and said that my feet smelled and that i needed to wash my socks. i was devastated. and with that i handed over the rotten smelling socks to my mother.

fact: i wore a pair of over-sized basketball shorts, YMCA t-shirt, and byu sweatshirt, every single day of 5th grade. And I can recall my hair being pulled back into a pony tail everyday, with the exception of picture day. that was for my mother.

but, to my dismay, i'm afraid my tom-boy days have to be officially over. I'm at a university now. (laugh).
and thats what big kids do--dress and act their gender. Check out Deut 22:5.

so, i'm always looking for solutions to dress myself up--in the fastest, most efficient way possible. Because I do like my beauty sleep. So I came across a tutorial that has probably changed my life for the better. I'll post the tutorial tomorrow. but for now, i wanted to share with you the product of easiness at its finest.

the best part= i don't have to use a curling iron.

don't fret my thin-haired-sister, curls have never held in my hair for an entire day, okay, lets face it, an entire span of 3 hours, but this works. i even bike up and down hill and it still is holding. oh, alas, i am happy.

(sorry for the vain shot--but it was just so you can get a better idea)
okay. got to go to class. SEE YA.