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kissy, pissy

September 5, 2007 Amanda-Faye beauty, reviews, this just in

it is actually pretty ridiculous how quickly the mantle of love has fooled me into thinking i don’t need to try and look cute anymore. hahaha. i have only been seeing j for ONE MONTH! poor thing. i am already too lazy to wear makeup (and it melts off in this heat anyway), buy new clothes, wear any shoes other than black flip flops or vans, or do anything to my hair other than put it in a ponytail. j says j likes that i am so comfortable and that i am beautiful both ways, but i don’t buy it. i’m gonna shape up quick. i want to be the hot (future) girlfriend. i have so much to write about j, my relationship with j, and my feelings about the whole thing, but i feel like i have to treat the situation so delicately. i feel so lucky and so scared at the same time. i am terrified of the feeling i have in the morning when i wake up next to j. the feeling that the patch of soft, fragrant skin of j’s back peeking out from beneath the covers could be mine to kiss every morning for a very long time and that i could wake up this happy again and again scares me just as much, if not more, than the knowledge that i could fuck it up at any second, ruin it as i do almost everything i touch.

Nars_babe_2 in other, less nauseating news, i have actually just about finished an entire tube of lipgloss in the first time probably EVER! the lucky lippie is NARS babe lipgloss, which is a super-shiny, sheer, bright, true warm red. it is also super-sticky, which means it is shinier and lasts longer, but also that if you aren’t careful to forcibly remove the cigarette you are smoking from your mouth, it will stick to your lips, thereby causing you to nearly drop it onto your lap or car. true story. more than once. DOH!

i wrote a big, long post about work before and this touching story that made me cry of an 88 year-old woman coming out as a lesbian, but then safari froze and i am too pissed off to write it again.

ugh.

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news re: stuff

August 29, 2007 Amanda-Faye beauty, list it, reviews

well, the bottom line is i have nothing new really to report except i have taken a new lover, moved out of my apartment, and discovered that my aunt was right about reading in the dark: it SO WILL make one go blind.

sometimes when i talk about family stuff i have the urge to say “my parents” but i don’t have a dad. the thing is i was raised by my mom, aunt, and grandparents, so really there is no simple word.

okay, it’s 2:36 a.m. i have 24 minutes to write this blog because i have to get exactly six hours of sleep according to some sleep cycle thing i read. the thing about me and sleep is that we have a lot of communication problems. i could nod off on a windowless bus in a snowstorm being mauled by a lion, but once i remove my contacts, wash my face and say my prayers, i cannot for the life of me fall asleep. it’s a nightmare, i tell you. so i am trying this sleep cycle thing, multiples of 90 minutes or something. my friend emily tried it once and i think it worked.

in health news, i went to the eye doctor for my annual check-up the other day. the good news is i have not gotten any more blind for the last two years! the bad news is i am nearly blind anyway! just before this visit, by coincidence, i was afflicted with a chalazion. this is similar to a stye except for it is inside the eyelid and therefore way less gross-looking, and has a name that sounds way more like a french restaurant. it wasn’t too bad, my eyelid just swelled and hurt a little for a few days but i did hot compresses and it went down pretty quick. for those of you who don’t know, i have two completely different-looking eyes. my left eye has a crease in it and my right eye does not. it annoys the shit out of me, but most people don’t notice offhand. i want to get plastic surgery but the gypsy in me is convinced that maybe the difference in my two eyes physically connects to me spiritually and is what gives me my super-ability to see things from many different perspectives. oh, also the gypsy in me is flat broke, so minor plastic surgery is really just not in my future for a while.

once i bought this eyelid tape stuff. it is meant for asian people who are experiencing internalized racismEyelid, but i hoped would be a quick fix for my eyelid problem. no go. the instructions were in korean and i couldn’t get it to look right. anyway, the whole point is, the chalazion swelling made my right eye have a crease and it continues to have one even though the swelling has gone down. i don’t know how long this is going to last, but it kind of rules. oh, sweet disease! now if only i could get the stomach flu to jumpstart my diet, hells yeah!

in other slightly more beautiful news, i am really loving the new skincare line i’m using but you will have to message me (IM, email. myspace) to get the details because i now work for the company in a capacity and i don’t want to review it here for conflict of interest reasons. that and i value my privacy… read on for my recent anal adventures…. JK! well, for now anyway. the point is my skin looks fantastic and i am really skeptical and lazy when it comes to skincare, but i think this line might be a keeper.

Teen_spirita quick note/review: i have been using teen spirit deodorant since i was thirteen (1994, ouch!) and it has never failed me. it keeps me dry as a bone (a soft, supple bone, that is) and has always had fabulous fruity scents like “caribbean cool” (R.I.P.),” berry blossom”, and the newest fav of mine “sweet strawberry.” the other day i bought the newest scent, “pink crush,” which i like, but it’s more fresh than fruity and i like fruity. it smells good though. anyway, i also bought a little trial size of secret platinum in “asian pear” (LOL) to try. omg, isn’t this platinum shit supposed to be the finest protection you can buy? let me just say, i tested it out in the sweltering heat of my office today and my pits were soaking wet. sure, they smelled like an orchard of virgin geishas, but the mositure felt unpleasant. this actually pleased me, though, because i was starting to question my loyalty to a deo made for the hannah montana set, but now i am my belief that whatever works works is affirmed.

omg, why does this post have an asian theme?

anyways, some current favs:

lipstick: MAC freckletone

drink: cream soda

sexual position: shower

cat: captain jack/amy’s frenchie blingee

shoes: black havaianas twenty-four/sevs. so sad, so gross.

season: fucking beautiful l.a. summer

song: inoj “i want to be your lady”

time: sleepytime

alright, i guess that’s all i can write. i need to go to bed. the other day i came up with a brilliant idea for a reality show about thrift store shoppers. it’s called “the racks” and i am pitching it to some higher-ups pretty soon, so don’t bother trying to steal it.

i miss having the internet on the regular. boo.

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a toast: to habit, and rehabbing

July 13, 2007 Amanda-Faye beauty, the fam fam

i was getting frustrated today because i have gained so much weight that my clothes simply are not fitting properly and in my mind there really should be no reason for that, as i have been so poor i have been eating next to nothing. then i remembered that when i do eat, i basically eat jam. jam is high in carbs. okay, i don’t eat plain jam, cause that is absolutely hitting rock bottom, but i have been eating a lot of toast.

my old bff alex used to get SO PISSED because i would say “i want a toast!” instead of “a piece of toast.” i understood her frustration, but it’s one of those things we just sort of grew up saying. sometimes my grandma, grandpa, or my mom would say stuff strangely because they are from texas and speak a lot of spanglish, and it would annoy the shit out of me, but some things, like “a toast” just slipped through the cracks and became part of my vocabulary.

it sucks as you get older and realize what a shitface you have been to your parents for things that are simply not their fault or even necessarily bad. i can specifically remember one time when i was in high school and i snarled at my mom that she was saying the word “sandwich” incorrectly because she sometimes says “sangwich.” my mom and i fight like two cats in a sack and sometimes she gets way out of line with me and says fucked up things, but i remember that time she looked at me with genuine hurt and said, “i’m sorry i say that word wrong. it’s really hard for me to say that.” and i felt like a fucking douchebag, but i didn’t let it show.

sometimes i wonder if i will end up doing things like my mom and aunts do. i am so lazy and so incapable that i have never actually made a steak, but i wonder if i tried to cook one, would i inadvertently season it the same way my family would? i just wonder…

i already make the same silly faces as my mom and tell everyone how ugly i think i am, like she does. it’s so funny because it embarrasses me to no end and makes me so sad when she does that, but i do it too, all the time. it’s like an out of body experience. i can hear myself saying the words and regretting them. i can hear whomever i say it to becoming uncomfortable.

where does it end? what is true? do i know how to make a piece of meat taste exactly like my grandmother makes it just because i have eaten it like that a hundred times? was i ugly before i learned to say so, to anyone who was listening?

there are some steps you can never retrace.

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weekend update

July 7, 2007 Amanda-Faye beauty, reviews

just a few reviews for those of you who are into that sort of thing:

well, first i need to talk about my period because i told caron that pretty much all i ever talk about on my blog is my period and now i have to live up to that threat. a small follow up to my review of target brand tampons. as well as the previous concerns, i have also come to realize that these tampons simply DO NOT work. for my next period i may as well try safety-pinning a coffee filter to my underpants and crossing my fingers. jesus!

Lipgloss so the other day i made my journey to sephora to use my gift card. ajai made the horrible mistake of coming with me. i have lost more friends by taking someone with me into a sephora… i can’t even tell you. look, i like to comparison shop, okay? i was in the market for a new foundation and the people that work there have no idea what they are talking about so i had to do everything myself. i tried on six different formulas and about three shades each before finally settling on the bare minerals (again, duh. this shit is magic) in the light shade. i was in there for about two hours and ajai (who is a fellow makeup freak) was ready to murder me. i just didn’t know how to use the remainder of the gift card so i was shopping around and around. i finally decided on this new lipgloss by bourjois called “eau de gloss” in the orange shade. i have been searching for the perfect orange lipgloss since 2005 when MAC falsely advertized their new line of flavored lipglass, making the woman in the ad have the most gorgeous shade of perfect, bright yellow-orange glossy lips, when in reality the corresponding color in the line was more of a frosty peach. gag. ANYWAY, the bourjois turned out to be another miss and is going back asap (i also love returning things). the color is a bright, juicy orange but i don’t like the texture. the whole point is it has a high water content and is very shiny and not sticky at all, more like cool and slippery. it kind of reminds me of lube, actually. anyway, it looks and feels good for a while, but the unfortunate fact is that sticky lipgloss just lasts longer and is shinier. this stuff goes away in minutes and it actually made my lips feel more dry in the end. bummer.

also, can i just tell you that i Stylingcremebb totally just fell back into love with bumble and bumble styling creme after a brief falling out due to unwanted stickiness and low style-longevity. turns out, it was all my fault. i have taken full responsibility and styling creme has come back to me and become my favorite styling product once again. if you use the perfect amount the hold is just unbeatable while still being soft and touchable (or pullable, hahaha. really.)

Sir_activ_lg and finally, as most of your heads are probably exploding reading this, i have to tell you about my new favorite face scrub. it’s called sircuit cosmeceuticals sir-active and it rules. it smells like sweet tarts and makes your skin super smooth without being too abrasive. the price point is a little high for me right now, but i got a sample and now i really want the full-size. i have also tried the cleansers from this line (x-trap and savior) and love them both, as well as the spot treament for acne called fixzit. the fixzit is only for use on individual pimples, which makes me a little uncomfortable because i am lazy and like slathering things all over my face, but it really works. it burns them right off in no time.

this weekend i am going to relax. maybe i will go to sephora and return that $15 crap lipgloss. omg, what am i going to buy??? i am freaking out already. ugh.

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here’s hoping the traditional six month anniversary gift is a foot rub…

July 3, 2007 Amanda-Faye beauty, el sexo, fat, this just in

okay, so this weekend was the six month anniversary of my blog (i think, i am not that good with numbers). it probably would have been so great for me to write a special anniversary post, but sometimes i’m like, “oh my god, look, it’s like, the WEEKEND. i am RELAXING, i don’t need to BLOG. i’m not your SLAVE!” and this weekend was no exception.

anyway, it was a maj busy weekend. thursday night was supposed to be a special surprise secret show by Img_2728_2peaches at this night called club butchin’ at a tiny little club in highland park called mr. t’s bowl. it’s an old bowling alley converted into a nightclub. okay, duh, we have all seen peaches 568 times, but it would have been pretty awesome at that tiny-ass club and for so cheap. lots of people came out. it was really fun despite the fact that she did not play and instead wandered glassy-eyed around the club. at first i was a little bummed, but then i decided that that situation was almost MORE awesome. anyway, the band that did play, StinkMitt were fucking fantastic. i had decided i was totally over that genre of music until i heard them. so good. so hilarious!

whatever, let’s get to the point. i just looked at a bunch of japanese magazines and got really depressed about how boring american hair is. look, i’m not one of those girls who is like, obsessed with japanese style and culture because honestly i am far too l.a./amanda-centric for that. i just think it’s way annoying that these girls are running around across the globe with really cool hair as a default, and everyone here is like, “gee, golly, how long, straight, and boring can i pay good money for my hair to be???” dude, at least get some hot, sexy, Elviracostumee1 feathered elvira bangs and bouffant-top if you must rock that flat iron. i know that you are probably thinking, “that’s easy for you to say amanda-faye. your hair has all that natural bounce and sass!” well, duuuh, but don’t you think i sometimes wish for straight hair?B00005jljs01lzzzzzzz_2 of course, the only reason i ever wish i had straight hair is so i could do something really exciting with it. it’s hard with curly hair because everyone usually insists that you must have really boring, long, classic hair. well, i say F-you felicity! you and that noxema girl can both go stright to HELL! well. luckily valerie and lacey at steam have both been cutting my hair for the last year or so and have done a great job of maintaining the integrity of the curls while also hip-ing it up a bit.

i’m trying to grow the front really long right now and grow out my straight-across bangs, but i don’t know if i can give the bangs up yet. they were so cool for a minute there, but i was starting to feel like they made me look like a boy. with giant tits.

my diet started officially today, but then i drank a bunch of beer. i was supposed to work out after work instead of drinking a bunch of beer, but then i decided since i spent about three hours friday night with my legs bent behind my head and am still sore, i can afford to splurge a bit.

hahahaha.

but seriously, i really need to firm up a bit, head to toe. someone posted a pic of me on my myspace that,Aginface2_small while not entirely unflattering, shows the serious potential i carry to develop sagging jowls as i age. this concept is almost as terrifying to me as the genetic evidence i have witnessed among the women of my family that my insanely adorable little ears are going to elongate to nearly three times their size by the time i turn fifty. woe, oh WOE! whatever, i know i need to stop being so vain, but it is difficult when all i do is think and talk about how i look. ha! i nearly had a heart attack because there was a picture of my ass on a website that i have linked on this blog before, but shall remain nameless in this post because, um, i don’t want you all to go look at my ass. it was from sf pride when i got all sauced up and evidently threw myself into a bush. i would like to think it was an unauthorized upskirt, but the painful reality is that although i don’t actually recall a single moment of that night, i feel fairly confident that by about 3:30 a.m. my skirt was sitting about around my neck of my own volition.

damn damn damn! the only real problem i have with this is that my ass was so perky and alert about a year ago, but has hence given up a bit. for most of my life, my waist and face have borne the brunt of consequence of ceaseless emotional eating, but it appears at though my lower body is finally taking it’s turn. ugh.

well, so much for a mind-blowing anniversary post. at least it has no direction what-so-ever and allows the reader to taste the many seasonings of my labor. i’m thoroughly enjoying writing in this here blog and i wanted to say thanks to everyone who is reading it, and hi to new readers. please refer to this post for a little bit of background. pretty much nothing has changed except i added the banner, went through three jobs, and had a bunch more sex. i dunno, i recommend reading it from beginning to end, but that might be because i’m just a really traditional girl, you know?

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slim smokey

June 27, 2007 Amanda-Faye beauty, consume, fat

now that pride is over, we can focus on what’s really important: what ever happened to those cigarettes they invented that didn’t burnEclipsecigarettes_2 and created no ash? they were called eclipse and they were all the fuck over the place when i was in beauty school a couple of years ago. we would go out to bars and they would be giving them away for free, practically BEGGING you to take them. i remember my friends and i would be sitting on the patio at school and sometimes no one would have any cigs except, like, ten packs of free eclipse and it was a real bummer. you lit them like a regular cigarette, but they didn’t burn down. they heated from the inside and produced a vapour. wtf? they sucked. i would sooner smoke toenail clippings.

anyways, i don’t really smoke.

Parliament_lightsOMG, i think i officially smoke! it has come to that point. terrifying! i used to be the one who could have a pack for like, two weeks and now i am going through about two a week. this is no bueno. i blame parliament lights and their appealing recessed filter and regal packaging. oh hell, i want one right now! all i have are two packs of crappy kools i got free in san fran. the girl who was giving them out looked at me like i was insane and said “i don’t know, i don’t smoke!” when i asked her what the difference in the taste between the “groove” and “vibe” flavors was. i chose groove, fyi.

i was going to quit proper when i turned twenty-six, but instead i started smoking more than ever. i am really going to quit after i lose twenty pounds, i swear. i don’t even like smoking that much, i just always need to have something in my mouth. plus, smoking is giving me party voice. i hate party voice, it has always been my pet peeve. you know that girl that sounds perpetually hoarse like she has been “PARTYING SO HARD MAN!” gross. i am so her right now, have been for weeks.

i am planning on really quitting soon though and taking better care of my skin and body. my skin looks 4bd3ed42034e8edd465a89c723ceab90_2terrible because of all the smoke, booze, n’ stress. i’m going to go into semi-hiding in the near future. as soon as i save enough cash i am gonna get a deep chemical peel, drink eighteen cups of that racist herbal laxative tea and not leave my house for three days. it’s going to be so awesome.

for now i’m pretty excited because i found the $50 gift card to sephora that my ex gave me last christmas. this means i can actually buy foundation instead of living my life lurking in the shadows. i don’t know what kind to get though. should i stick with the obvious classic laura mercier liquid, which goes on and covers like a dream, go with the slightly messy but skin-perfecting bare minerals, try something new like the benefit play stick foundation my roomate swears by, or look into something entirely new and ridiculously expensive? i just DON’T KNOW. oh, i guess these are just the kind of predicaments people with money have to deal with. siiigh. oh, and by “people with money” i mean people with old, scratched-up gift cards that are a symbol of someone’s last, desperate attempt to buy their love. yeah, that’s what i mean.

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fergaliscious/handjobs

May 23, 2007 Amanda-Faye beauty, consume, culture, dance!, el sexo, fat, musica, reviews, this just in

Ferg_6 okay, so, i have a few things on my mind. the first is obviously fergie of the black eyed peas and solo fame. i say “obviously” because it is so not obvious. as you all know, i hate fergie… or so i THOUGHT. upon careful consideration i realized that i actually enjoy fergie, the woman. she seems like a real kick. i just hate her music. but wait, why do i LOVE the song “glamorous”? it is just so good. so bad it’s good! it might have something to do with it playing 500,000,000 times while molly and sarah were here, but for some reson i really enjoy it. i always sing along to it and accidently sing “g-l-a-m-o-U…” and then feel like an idiot because everyone in the club must think i can’t spell. not so! i just spell glamourous the british way. duh.

anyways, i am also thoroughly enjoying the new radio station in l.a. called movin 93.9. it rules. where else can i listen to both 50 cent and lionel ritchie? seriously, the other day they played that lionel song “all night long” and i thought to myself “i should change this. this is wrong…. but i want to hear it…” and it was just a real pickle to be in. then i realized that it was okay to listen to it because it was playing on the station i was ALREADY listening to. thank god. fiesta forever!

in other news, i have decided to re-embark on my starvation diet. this diet, to remind you, includes mainly slim fast, cigarettes, ice chips, and shame. so i was at target and i decided to buy a twelve pack of slim fast optima and also a twelve pack of target brand ultimate diet shake and do a taste test showdown, as the target brand is a whopping $2 cheaper than the name brand. the only problem was i bought the slim fast in chocolate and the target brand in vanilla. so really, the taste test is compromised. i will tell you that the sf brand is 100 times thicker than the target brand, which is basically vanilla water (yum), and therefore is probably way more filling. i can’t tell you for sure yet at this time though, because i washed down my first round of diet shakes with thai noodles.

what i can tell you for certain, however, is that target brand “compare to playtex” tampons do NOT Thumb_ggmultipack38046 compare to playtex. i buy playtex tampons because as they absorb moisture, they open all the way around, like a gentle flower. other brands, such as tampax, get longer and fatter. this creates a situation in which you know to change your tampon because it begins to actually emerge from your pussy. now, maybe i have a shallow vagina or something, but in general i find this to be fairly vexatious. well friends, just fyi, the target brand “playtex” tampons do that too. they are not like playtex at all, not at all!

well, that’s about all i have to say re: consumer affairs. i was beginning to worry that my poverty was turning me into a butch because i am so poor that looking at the sephora catalogue didn’t even give me half a boner, but now i have spent a good half a paragraph talking about my va-jay-jay, so i feel whole again. plus the whole catalogue is practically about bronzer and i have already found my fav bronzer (NARS laguna, if you will recall) and i dunno why everyone is so obsessed with being tan anyway.

it is nearly five a.m. and i have a job interview tomorrow. i have decided that i don’t think i can keep my job at Buffalo Kitchen because it is nipping away at the last few drops of my dignity. i am not a proud person (obviously) but i don’t like feeling stupid and i think everyone at Buffalo Kitchen thinks i am some kind of idiot because i refuse to learn how and where to seat the “guests.” the harsh truth is that i simply don’t care. i am sorry, i simply don’t care to know how! if you ask me, the servers should be standing at the host stand, gnashing their teeth at one another to get those “guests” and the tips they hold within their wallets. instead, they get mad every time i seat someone in their section. hostess, indeed! my idea of being a true hostess would include at least giving a hand job, and a tip for ME. seriously, i would take more pride in that.

so there you have it. not only do i like a fergie song, but i am chubby, have a tiny ‘gina, and would totally give $10 hand jobs.

okay, so why do i love myself more than EVER right now?

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the short curly ones

March 9, 2007 Amanda-Faye beauty, reviews

Img_1744_1 can you spot the curlies? that’s cheryl, danielle, and i at the ever-popular akbar. okay, so this is obviously a terrible picture and my hair looks like a mess from dancing, but there were no other ones of our three heads in my photo library and i left my digital camera at their house. coincidence? yes. oh my god, who cares about the original subject of this post… look at those two passionate gay male lovers behind us all. wait, or is that a lez and a dude? i can’t even tell these days. they are going to take my queer card away from me if i don’t shape up. uh oh.

anyways, i’m not a big fan of attracting attention (hardy har), but a lot of times when i go out with these girls it just comes with the territory. it’s the hair. when we roll together we get comments all the time like, “do you have to have curly hair to hang out with you guys?” or “are you sisters?” i dunno, those two dress similarly and are actually cousins, so maybe that has more to do with it than anything, but my hair matches.

a couple of weeks ago cheryl and i were in old town pasadena and some dude just shouted “SHIRLEY TEMPLE!” at us. it was hilarious.

growing up, i hated my hair. it was long and curly and frizzy. my mom used to brush it and braid it and i would get so pissed cause it hurt and i hated staying still that long. in fifth grade all of the kids started calling me “chia pet” which i honestly don’t think makes any sense, but at the time, man, it cut me deep. then, there was the onset of puberty, when no one in the seventh grade class could say “pen” or “pencil” without all the boys breaking into fits of laughter. it was around that time when the comparisons of my hair to pubic hair started to be made.

this was devastating. how fucking embarrassing is that? a whole head full of hairs that look like they should be adorning the genitals of a 1970s playboy playmate. oh, the shame. kids can be so cruel!

well, that was then. or so i thought. the other day i was in the salon getting my hair cut by lacey and this friend of hers was there. as i was sweeping up my hair at the end, he said something about all the little pubes and the memory came rushing back.

can we just set the record straight here? my hair is REALLY curly. i have never once in my life encountered anyone who had genuinely curly pubes. yes, i’ve seen kinky ones, but if you really want to know i have seen a lot more that were shockingly straight! in fact, thanks to a team of highly skilled eastern european women, i only have maybe fourteen or fifteen pubic hairs, and none of them are curlies. none. not one.

so will the people who posess that mythic nest of ringlets “down there” please stand up?

okay, moving right along: in high school i started to put gobs of gel into my hair so that it would dry to a nice, crispy texture, offsetting the delicate beauty of my over-tweezed brows. until two years ago, i pretty much did the same thing, except with high-end products and gorgeous, enviably full eyebrows.

then, i cut it all off. then, i started working at steam and val cut it and told me to let it do its thing and showed me how to style it and the rest is history. i absolutely love having curly hair. it’s the best ever. all i have to do is wash it, put in product, twist either my whole head or just parts if i’m lazy, diffuse lightly or air-dry, and i can wear it like that for two-three days until i have to wash it again. my hair never really gets greasy b/c it’s so curly. people compliment it all the time, ask me if i have a perm, want to touch it. it’s fun.

here are my current favorite products:

Paste
artec textureline paste

Arcangell
devacurl arc angell

these are both great holding products. i put in a little silicone serum when it’s wet (right now i am using pureology, but i think any will do), then layer over it with one of these and twist. i use the paste when i want a stronger hold, have more time to dry, and want my style to last longer, and the arc angell when i want it to have a little more body and dry faster. once it’s dry i separate the curls a little and mist on bumble and bumble does it all spray (best hairspray EVER) while i shake it out. easy. if it looks slept-on in the next few days i just mist on a little bumble and bumble tonic and then shine spray and scrunch or twist, depending on what i’m going for.

and there’s my story. i think that perms are going to be 100% back really soon. i have already seen more and more at the salon before i stopped working there. so all of you girls with naturally curly hair better put down your flat irons, so you can say you were first.

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won’t you take me to… shoppingtown?

February 20, 2007 Amanda-Faye beauty, clothings, reviews

B000666bvu01a1e5xtdsav2esc_scmzzzzzzz_ i have more lip gloss than god. this is true, even if god is a drag queen, as i sincerely hope. i always get really excited at bright pinks and reds, but really it’s nudes that look the best, if you know how to pick them. my favorite is stila banana lip glaze because it is the perfect shade of beige, the perfect opacity to show up but not look chalky, nice and sticky-shiny, and smells like delicious ba-nay-nays. plus you can put it on with one hand if you got the skills, due to the click-pen dispenser. i used to get really worried that i bought way too many beigey lipsticks and lipglosses and i’d say to emily when we went makeup shopping, “em, do not let me buy any nudes!” in turn, i wasn’t supposed to let her buy any more green eyeshadows, but it never worked cause we are both enablers.

well, now i think nude lipglosses are like nipple hickeys: you can never really have too many, and even if you do, very few people will know the difference. hold on, did that make sense?

anyways, today i went to H&M in two different cities. it was kind of embarrassing, except only to me. first i went with cheryl to the one in pasadena after we had lunch. i was only slightly paying attention because i am broke, but the clothes looked okay. then, i went with jenny to the one in the santa anita mall, no, i mean, the “Westfield Shoppingtown Santa Anita.” i can’t get used to calling it that. you’d think i B00000055m01lzzzzzzz
would go crazy over something called a “shoppingtown” but i find it unsettling. anyway, most of the clothes except the basics at that H&M sucked and the jeans were lame. plus the music made me upset. i just don’t understand that screamo-pop crap. i am no music snob, but i just can’t listen to that. it doesn’t make me want to buy stuff, either. if i think a top is sort of cute, my mind would definitely be more swayed to purchase it if the store was blasting, say, “bump & grind” by r. kelly. it would make me feel sexy and the lyrics would creep into my thoughts. “i don’t see nothin’ wrrrong, with usin’ my credit caaard…” see?

god, i am so starting a diet this week. my birthday is in six days, and i am going to lose at least three pounds. good thing there are three tin troughs of louise’s pasta and bread in my fridge left over from our family party on sunday. sweet.

oh, by the way, i figured out the secret of why this birthday feels so right. my birthday is on the 26th, and i am turning twenty-six! that only happens once in a lifetime. how exciting. i’m going to celebrate by nearly starving myself in the days before my birthday party, then drinking way too much on an empty stomach at said party, and puking a little on my pillow! wait, no, that’s what i did last year. better think of something new and different. i’ll be hard pressed to top that, but i have to try, right?

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learnings, leanings, lashes

January 24, 2007 Amanda-Faye beauty, clothings, culture, reviews

the most important thing i have learned since i started taking that class at UCLA is that there definitely are fundamental differences between people that went to college and people that did not. in most cases the college people have quite the edge… i mean, some of those people are really well-read and educated, it’s great.

but one important difference is this: college people for some reason seem to think it is okay to wear your running shoes to do anything other than run. UM, NO LADIES. obviously one would not have to wear heels or anything like that, but there are TONS of sneaker options, and cute flats! trainers in public are never allowed except for 30 minutes before excercising or Tn435_0193m 30 minutes after, but never both, and never with jeans! i hate to sound like someone who subscribes exclusively to fashion rules, because i really am not. unless i am the one who makes them or breaks them (see: the adidas runners with the blue dress in china town circa 2005. that was a good one) because unless you are making a bold statement, there is no excuse for some things. Asics and boot cut jeans? by god america, is this what our institutions of higher learning are teaching our children? shame.

anyhoo, conan is in re-runs, which is a bummer, but it led me to an awesome discovery: kate beckinsale rules.Getimgphp i always figured she was your average genereric, mermaid-haired, horse-face (not an insult, i like horsey girls) actress who was in bad movies. turns out she is really funny, one might even say a delight, in interviews. she was telling conan about seeing her huge head on film and it wasn’t like with some actresses where they are like “i am so gross, i love cheeseburgers!” it was genuine, self-depricating humor. she also said a bunch of funny stuff i forgot. point is, i learn a lot from watching conan. how sad, maybe that’s why i am so much dumber than my classmates.

speaking of celebrities, i saw a giant billboard for262391 the Oh! network on my way to UCLA today and i had a horrible realization… i have a strange, secret spot in my heart for lisa rinna. all logic and eyesight tells me i should think she is a terrifying, plastic beast, but for some reason i like her. she seems like a lady who knows how to balance fun and family, and i like that. of course, i also really like the taste of kambucha and being deprived of oxygen during the act of love, so i guess my taste is sometimes questionable. eh, whatevs.

p.s. we all know i hate low-end makeup, but i was tricked into trying the new mascara called Telescopic by L’Oreal because a) duh, L’Oreal and Lancome are the same company, b) hello, the packaging is a lil’ telescope! AWWW!Lorealmascaral, and c) in the commercial it makes penelope cruz have have lashes that look like beautiful black threads of steel, reaching out to strangle you to death. yes, this is digital, but she is supposedly a lez. hot! anyway, it was on sale at target and i bought it. it works pretty great, though not as good as the Lancome version i also use (called Fatale). it is way easier to apply though and i got tons of compliments. and a wicked eye itch but that might be alergies.

anyways bye.

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