Naked.

I love makeup. It's a thing. I have loved it ever since I started sneaking into my sisters room to use her eyeliner (and read her diary). My family is pretty artsy, and while I can't draw, I think makeup is a way for me to express my creativity. It's not something I've considered as a profession -though I've been thinking about it way too much as of late. From watching numerous tutorials I've learnt the basic, but I would love to take classes someday.

In the meantime, I'll pretend. I've recently bought the Urban Decay Naked palette. About time, I know. I have a long Sephora shopping list, but this is a good start. Perhaps telling the Sephora manager "I want to be you" was creepy, but that definitely won't stop me from going back.  Here it is folks. So pretty. 

Pretty excited. 

Back to work.

I am currently on the GOtrain, the train that brings me downtown for my first day of work. My hair is frizzy, I'm extremely hot and teens behind me are yapping away about highschool and parties. I can't help but feel a little nostalgic today. All the money in the world wouldn't be enough to make me relive my highschool days. Being a teen was really difficult and I'm thankful today that I'm starting a new job and not at a new school. Today my new boss will see my potential, not that my hair is frizzy or that my shoes are last years make. That's the difference. So, in retrospect, maybe the feeling of nostalgia that I'm feeling is more positive than I originally thought. I've come a long way. Frizzy hair and all.

Grade 7. Worst ever.