The Greatest Time of Year

There’s nothing like the end of the summer to remind me that in a week I am officially a

  • Student
  • Friend
  • Partner
  • Vice President of Scholarship
  • Aspiring candiate for Regional Vice President
  • Ivy League Applicant
  • If-all-goes-well Columbia transfer
  • Aspiring model
  • Dedicated Paleo-er, and worker-outer (because, refer to the previous bullet point)
  • Employee
  • Slightly insane individual

That all sounds way more exciting and impressive than it actually is (or feels), but it still scares me. It doesn’t really make sense because I am many of those things now; but there is something about the beginning of the school year that reminds me of the potential to fail. It seems the harder I work, the more I have to work hard, and Monday is going to take me to the next level, as my responsibilities and goals are  bigger than they’ve ever been (totally natural, still scary).

The days are passing, and I can’t decide if I am terrified or excited…

But for now, my excitement is larger than the feeling that I am about to sh*t myself…so I think we’re good.

Much love, 

Lucy Loves Life… and mini freakouts xx

My Drugstore Favourites (Plus Bloopers!)

Maybelline’s Instant Age Rewind Foundation, Concealer, and Dark Spot Treatment.

Left: Dark Spot Remover. Right: Concealer
Left: Dark Spot Treatment. Right: Concealer

As you can see, the concealer is about one shade lighter than my skin, and the dark spot treatment is two shades lighter (and slightly pinkish), which makes it a wonderful highlighter for contouring.

You can get the full trio at any drug store, Target, or Walmart for about $40…an amazing price considering that is about how much you would pay for one luxury foundation.

Elf’s Golden Bronzer:

In order from top to bottom: Top left, top right, botton left, bottom right (the one that makes you look dirty)
In order from top to bottom: Top left, top right, bottom left, bottom right (the one that makes you look dirty)

Like I said, I’m not the biggest fan of this, but until I find better, it’s not terrible. I bought this bronzer from Target for about $3.

Wet n Wild’s Blush:

This is in the shade Pearlescent Pink
This is in the shade Pearlescent Pink

I love, love, LOVE this blush. I got this particular one at Walgreens for $2.49 on sale, but they’re usually about $3 (oooh big spenda!). I can’t say enough good things about this blush. If anything, I would make it a little less pigmented…it’s that serious people.

Wet n Wild’s Eye Shadow Trio:

In the shade walking on eggshells
In the shade walking on eggshells

I mean…can you see that pigmentation?! Let’s go ahead and give them a round of applause. This trio is $2.49 as well, get your hands on it! I’m getting way too excited about this, so I think it’s a good time to move on…

Maybelline’s Expert Wear Eye Shadow:

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Not my favorite palette in the world, but definitely pretty stunning for a natural, yet slightly shimmery, summer time look. I paid about $5 for this at Target.

Physician’s Formula Eye Brightener:

Natural Eyelight
Natural Eyelight

Not too much to say about this, other than I do love this highlighter and have used it pretty diligently for a couple of years now. This particular shade is a bit tricky to find in stores, but you can always find it here for about $8.

I will pretty much use any drugstore mascara.

Covergirl, Maybelline, NYX, Max Factor…they all do an amazing job with mascara and they all range from about $6-$11

Maybelline’s Color Sensational, The Buffs Lip Color and Covergirl’s Just Bitten Lip Stain:

Top: Lipstick- Bottom: Lip Stain
Top: Lipstick- Bottom: Lip Stain

I LOVE this lipstick in Stormy Sahara. It is just stunning, I mean..I am speechless. You can pick this beauty up for about $7.50 from any drugstore, Walmart, Target, or Ulta (they are having a buy one get one 50% off, check it out!).

Unfortunately, I don’t think anyone carries this stain anymore (not in the US anyway), and I’m not going to lie, I’m a little heartbroken…. especially since I snapped the balm off of my favourite one while filming this video. If you live in a place that still carries them, do your self a favor and stock up (and send me some)! You will not regret it!

And here is the finished product!
And here is the finished product!

I hope you enjoyed this, and even got a little chuckle out of my bloopers. If you have any ideas for future blog/vlog post, please do not hesitate to contact me!

Thanks for watching and/or reading.

Much love,

Lucy Loves Life (and makeup) xx

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Four Reasons Everybody Should Write

                                          Writing

Writing is an amazing hobby to pick up which is why I think loads of people have attempted to keep a daily journal. You decide to write, keep at it for three days, and then life gets in the way. I know that cycle, because I used to be one of those people. That, or I only wrote about how I was feeling when I had a horrible day. Neither of those being a good option.

Well, at some point last summer, I decided to write every night. I didn’t care how average the day was, I wrote something down. I got into the habit of it, and looking back, I think it is something everyone should consider. That are plenty of reasons why I believe that writing is for everyone, but let’s begin with the most important.

Reason 1: Dealing with Feelings

Writing every night can be dull after an average day, but trust me, on the days that are everything but boring, writing is a great way to sort out all of the day’s emotions. When they are bad, your journal/computer will not judge you for bawling your eyes out and writing whatever comes to mind. When they are good, it is amazing to recap what happened and bask in the awesomeness. Average days can be a time when you recall something that maybe you never made the time to think about before.  There were days when I just wrote about not wanting to write because I didn’t want to feel the pain I was in, and that’s okay. Writing every day makes you think about the big picture and even those little tiny details you may have otherwise forgotten.

Reason 2: Improving Your Writing Skills

When I began writing, I did it on my phone, and it was really just a few scribbles before I would carry on with my day. However, when I began writing every night my entries became longer, more, detailed, and as I continued, the quality improved. My nightly pieces are now detailed, grammatically correct, and pretty entertaining (because my sarcasm follows me everywhere).

I owe my nightly ranting/crying/laughing sessions a huge thank you. I really believe doing this made me a stronger writer, as I witnessed during my first semester of college. I was comfortable, writer’s block was non-existent, and writing was no longer a hassle but a joy. My joy translated into some pretty bangin’ grades that I didn’t even feel I worked that hard for (minus that annotated bibliography, DUMB!) because it just came naturally after a year of making myself write anything and everything I could think of.

Reason 3: Witnessing Self Growth

If you follow my blog, you know I have been learning and growing as a person at a much quicker rate than before. I would like to credit that to my amazing ability to self analyze and spartan kick all my problems in the face…but I can’t. I honestly owe that to my writing. You might ask: How can writing help you to grow as a person? Well, I don’t know if the actual motion of picking up a pen can do anything for your mind…but I know that writing your experiences as you see them makes you deal with a part of yourself you may have otherwise neglected (see reason 1), and when you write those things down, going back and seeing how far you have come not only causes self growth, but it also allows you to witness said growth.

An example of this is when I wrote “Are You A Psychotic Girlfriend?” When I was in the relationship I go on about most of the time (sorry), I wrote A LOT. I wrote when he had upset me, I wrote about the mistakes I had made, I wrote about the things he did that made me happy, and I even wrote about what I had done to upset myself. When I wrote these things, I had no idea that I was writing about how bat s*** crazy I was as a girlfriend. However, when I realized (as a random epiphany one day) that I was insecure and unhappy, I went through my writings, pinpointed what I did or how I felt, and made the decision to change the things I didn’t like about the psychotic girlfriend behind the pen/keyboard. Now that I’ve slowly began to work on those things, reading what the old version of me perceived as reality makes me cringe for a second, before the feeling grattitude overcomes me. I’m grateful not just because I’ve grown, but because I have evidence of who I was and how far I have come through my writing.

Reason 4: Memories

I have saved the best reason for last. Preserving memories is the best reason there is to write. When you write every night about the major and not so major moments of your life, those moments, your thoughts, and your emotions…they stay there forever. One of the reasons I chose to write in a good ol’ fashioned paper back journal is because I can protect them with my life. If my hard-drive explodes (like it has three times), or my WordPress is wiped clean (which has also happened), I have those little books that will never leave my bedside table. I have several books filled with my successes, failures, heartbreak, over the moon in love-ness, bittersweet moments, happy moments, miserable moments, you name it, I’ve written about it.

Those books have become special to me, because unlike pictures, they hold the memories of times in my life as I recall them, word by word. They preserve my most raw moments like the ones of the night Simon and I broke up, the entire month we spent together post break up (that is soap opera), the day I found out I was on the President’s honors list, the first time I hung out with my best friend, and even the first time I farted in front of my boyfriend (it was a big moment)…it’s all there, and I have entire life ahead of me to add even more.

I know it seems silly, but one of my goals is to keep writing so that some day, when I have children, I can read to them how I felt when I graduated college, got my dream job, walked around Buckingham Palace, married their daddy, found out I was having them, gave birth to them (the sweet version of the whole child birthing bit), and everything in between. I have written life long memories that will follow me in those little books for as long as I choose to carry on writing.

Getting off my soap box now:

I hope I have influenced at least one of you to write about your life. It doesn’t have to be every night (though I prefer it), you can start small and work your way up, just do it. I think it is good for one’s sanity, growth, and memories, and if that weren’t enough, it is kind of fun too. Now that I’ve made it a habit, I couldn’t imagine going a night without writing at least a little bit. I will forever be grateful to writing for being such an amazing outlet, and to myself for forcing a sometimes reluctant me to do write it all down, even when it hurt.

 

Even Superman Has His Kryptonite

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Hey guys! I am so sorry for failing to post yesterday, but it was my first day home, my friends threw me a party, and I will never be the girl too busy with writing about my friends to actually spend time with them.
With that said, another reason I didn’t post anything, is because I had nothing inspiring and uplifting to say. As a matter of fact, if one of you wants to inspire or uplift me, that would be great because yesterday was a train wreck. July 17th holds so many good memories that it almost hurt to live that day in such a mediocre fashion this year. It just started off bad with a call from the boy who first made July 17th one of the best days of my life. In that call, there was a brutal reminder that my heart is on a sinking ship, with a microscopic chance of staying afloat. That ship being him and I.

He didn’t say it in a mean way and I knew he was right, but it hurt… It really hurt. It hurt me to the point that I decided I was going to disconnect myself and dip my toes back into the life I had before he came back. Long story short, that ended up hurting too. I hung out with my friends, had a couple of drink, and was reminded in the most awful way ever that I am not that kind of girl. I’m not the girl that has the magical super powers that make men want to be “nice” to me, I’m not the girl who “enjoys” mediocre conversation, and I’m really not the girl who likes to feel rejected. Last night, I went to sleep acknowledging that I had a good time, but wishing more than anything that my boy was sitting next to me.

Partying has never been my scene, and I don’t apologize for that. As a matter of fact, last night was kind of a reminder as to why I don’t like to party. I have three drunk girl modes: sleepy, skanky, angry. Literally, in that order…I get tired, really flirty, and frustrated when I realize nothing is going to happen because that would be BAD. So needless to say, I went to sleep pretty angry, with the earlier words of my boy floating around my wine soaked brain, and wishing desperately that I could wake up to some random English style breakfast, with oddly made eggs, (I mean, who cooks eggs in a saucepan?!) and his million dollar smile telling me I look like a train wreck (because I do, and I can’t trust a boy that lies lol).

I talk a good game about self confidence, because I am one of the most confident woman there is… 90% of the time…but even Superman has his kryptonite. Rejection and heartache are mine, and feeling them both had me pretty down last night. I felt unlovable and so alone, while missing the boy who said those painfully honest words that morning. 

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This was all a very sad cry of the state of my life compared to July 17th the last two years. In 2012 it was was the first day of my very first summer with him, and last year it was the day I was accepted by the guy every girl would give her right boob to be accepted by…this year… I was drunk, rejected by the one I love most (indirectly), and rejected by my attempt to forget it all.

I think you guys get the point, so I’m not going to carry on with this sob story because I promised I wouldn’t do this…but this is my blog, my writings, my feelings, my emotions, and like I said…they are all great 90% of the year, but today… I am the hungover girl that nobody loves, with the mega afro and smudged makeup. I’ll be back to spewing rainbows out of my face on Monday, because I do actually have some pretty great things happening in my mind/life at the moment, and I am quite excited to share them all.

But today, just for today, I am rejected, heartbroken, and slightly pathetic.