The Long Bob "Lob" Obsession

January 27, 2015

I have had my hair long since I was about twelve. My mother used to cut it short all the time and I absolutely hated it with a raging passion. Being that I had really frizzy hair growing up, whenever my hair was short, I would always wake up looking like Frieda from Charlie Brown. It was a disaster. So, I told my mom that I never wanted to cut my hair again and she couldn't make me. For years and years I have been trying to grow out that mermaid hair, but since I constantly was dying my hair all through out high school and beginning of college, it really prevented that from happening. Hence why I've been stuck at the half-way length right around my boobs for years now. 

Then the other day, I don't know what got into me, but my entire Pinterest page had suddenly became filled with long bob photographs that I had been gawking over for hours. I suddenly got this overwhelming urge to chop off all my hair. I thought to myself– there's no way I could cut my lion mane. I have been working on this for so long. I can't throw in the towel yet! I barely look twenty-one with my hair long, I'll look sixteen again with my hair short. If not that, I'd look like a mom driving her kids to soccer practice, or worse, my own mother herself. (Just kidding mom, I love you, but we already look alike so much, if I cut my hair then we might as well be twins.) Forget having long, beautiful, and beachy waves. I'd have to get brand new headshots and business cards done for acting too.

I got to thinking that maybe I could do it. Even if it was just over the summer. Style it up a bit and put some lighter highlights in at the bottom for some dimension and take a razor to the edges to texturize it. Then again, everybody and their mom (literally) are doing it right now too. I started taking snapchat photos and sending them to my friends of my hair tucked behind me and into my shirt to see if they liked it. Most all of them did, except Lauren. I agree Lauren, the lion mane is wonderful. 

I still haven't decided yet if it's what I really want to do. Who knows, the day I do it could be a sudden impulse and we'll move on from there. Until that day comes, I will leave you with a couple shots of my favorite "lobs".


Full Face of First Impressions

January 22, 2015

It's time to get down to business and start impressing people. I decided to my very first first impressions video, and might I say, I really enjoyed it! All the items I used were from Christmas gifts or I went out quickly to get some small items. 

I really enjoyed how this look turned out and I'm officially obsessed with the Lorac Unzipped palette. I think it is a very close second to my Urban Decay Naked 3 palette. There are fewer shadows in the Lorac one, but the shadows are ten times bigger and have the same great pigmentation. 

Leave a comment down below what you want me to do a first impression of! 


2014 Beauty Favorites

January 12, 2015

I'm still in shock that 2014 is over. That year just completely flew by. So since it is a brand new year, that means that I get to share with you guys my 2014 beauty favorites! This is all the makeup that I was loving and used a lot over the past year. I would have included skincare, but that would have taken forever. There are a lot familiar items since most of the stuff that I mentioned also made appearances in my monthly favorites and tutorials as well.

I hope you guys enjoy the video. Leave a comment down below what beauty products you were loving over 2014!


Dear 2014...

January 4, 2015

2013 was the worst year of my life, and so it made the start of 2014 a bit rocky. Let me break it down for you.

In 2013, I lost who I thought was the love of my life. Let's call him "The Problem". He didn't want me anymore and threw me out of his life like yesterday's trash. I was utterly heartbroken and I felt stranded. Alone. Broken. I found myself crying more than I was smiling and I thought that there was something wrong with me.

So from that moment, I knew I had to make 2014 the best year of my life. It was hard and required a lot of work, but it paid off. I got accepted into my second major in college and I got accepted to study abroad in London over the summer. MOTHER FREAKING LONDON FOR CRYING OUT LOUD! I also decided to start a YouTube channel and venture into this part of my life. I was actually feeling happy for once. I was smiling more and I had a better attitude.

After I got back from London, I noticed that even though I was acting happy, I still was broken a bit on the inside. I was on top of the world, and in my favorite city, but I still couldn't stop thinking and talking about The Problem. I was on the other side of the world, but for some reason, I would find ways to bring him up in conversations. I was a possessed woman. 

The time I spent in London was some of my most valuable time that I ever spent. I learned so much about myself that I didn't even know. For example, I was still in love with a ghost. It wasn't The Problem that I was in love with, it was our memories. It was my idea of him and what we had that I was so hung up on. I knew that I had to work on coming to terms that this relationship was over and there was no going back. He was never going to change and I needed to move on for good.

So when I got back to The States, I made a mission to improve myself. I got closer to God and to myself and took some time to really reflect on what I wanted in life and what I truly deserved. I knew that I did not need any love interest or any sort of relationships going on in my life. I didn't need to be distracted from improving myself. I knew that it wasn't fair to anyone for me to dive head first into another relationship when I was still getting over an old one. After I accepted that, I became so much happier. I had stopped crying myself to sleep and stopped thinking about The Problem in general. By the end of October, it had got to the point where I would run into him and I would look at him and feel nothing.

Do I have full closure? No. I'm okay with that? Yes. Am I 100% moved on? Almost. I had spent so many years obsessing over someone who didn't spend a millisecond even thinking about me. I finally realized that in 2014. But if all of that had not happened, I would not be the strong, independent, beautiful woman that I am today. So thank you, 2014. I couldn't have done this without you.

Am I happy now? Finally.