They're eyelashes, not spider legs.

I just realized today, walking through the halls at school, that practically every girl who wears makeup looks somewhat like a hooker.

I mean, sure, we've all had our share of days where we roll out of bed too late and while we're doing our makeup we accidentally put too much on and don't feel like taking some off, but things are kind of ridiculous lately. At least as far as what I've seen, girls seem to think that more is better.

I actually think some girls look better sans the unflattering orange bronzer, huge honking eyelashes, and hooker-esque blue eyeshadow. Part of what people don't realize these days is that the whole idea of makeup is to look like you're not wearing any. I can't say that about most kids at school.

My mother is a makeup artist, therefore I've pretty much grown up around makeup and seen what it looks like professionally. Please. Before you apply that 17th coat of mascara, think about it for a second.

*Greta.

Three cheers for vanity...

Obviously, I'm being sarcastic in that title. ^

I kind of went on a hair dyeing frenzy recently, and pretty much ruined my hair with all the chemicals and crap. Anyway, I just realized that, after getting out of the shower today, the color had finally faded to the right shade of red.

Two Years Before the Lowery

As some may know, I write on the Pony Express at my school (the newspaper). I remember how excited I was in 6th grade when I signed on, and I expected some serious writing out the class. It's funny how when you expect something, you get something even better.

Anyway, I came in on the first day of 7th grade bright-eyed and already clutching my pad of paper and pen, when in came Mr. Lowery, our teacher. I remember laughing at his (lame) jokes and jotting down quick notes about his "3-paragraph" requirements for articles, and I left that class feeling like the coolest kid on campus. I'd literally signed on to a year of memories and good times.

Now, almost two full years of my young life later, I regret absolutely nothing about re-taking the class and spending so much time doing what I love. It sounds corny, but I think my best times in middle school were in that class. I had all my friends there, and I made new ones.

I'll never forget when my first article was published in the paper. It was fitting that it was about women's rights in the 1900's, because I have to admit that I am a bit of a feminist at heart. I couldn't believe that I had gotten a whole page to myself, and I take no shame in saying that I sent that paper to even my relatives halfway across the world, in Italy.

Basically, I am so glad I decided to take this class. I'm actually doing Publications again next year in high school, and I'm a bit too excited for that.

I hope that through everything, including this blog, I'll never stop writing. It's gonna bug you in the end, but that's what I'm good at, and I'm never going to let go. Find what makes you happy, and never stop doing it, no matter what the world says.

<3greta.

We're All Mad Here...

I'd like to welcome you to my blog. This is the first post, so you don't know what I have in store. Hell, I don't know what I have in store. I'm hoping that as I post, I'll be able to work on my writing skills and (hopefully) even entertain someone. Please do let me know if I'm accomplishing that certain half of my goal. I'm excited and ready for this blog to start. Thanks for reading!

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