Maybe (Random Monday)

1.) Ten (at least) chocolate rice crispy treats and a whole pizza was not the best thing to treat myself to last night.  Along with a melatonin taken at 1 am, that equaled me stumbling to the bathroom at 7 am to be sick.

2.) But don’t forget the trip at 8:30, too.

3.) The best thing about this morning was Kyle coming in after his class to cuddle with me, and falling asleep until 2-ish.

4.) The Apple Cinnamon instant oatmeal was good, too.

5.) I ran out of story to post for Novel November.

6.) Because I ran out of a boring class to sit in for two hours.

7.) I can’t find a happy temperature to sleep in; I’m either too hot or too cold.

8.) I hate how dry my hair is; nothing I put in it makes it less static-y.

9.) I love how it looks right now, though.

10.) I’m going to go read Brisingr.

11.) What a good book.


Le Love List

1. EcoTools Blush Brush.  I’ve never felt a brush that is so soft!  I picked this brush up at Ulta because I’ve been in a blush phase the past couple of months.  It’s soft and applies blush to my cheeks like a dream, but it also blends it out so it looks completely natural.

2. Dark Hair.  I loved my red hair, I really did.  But the cold weather was making me itchy and I needed a change.  Because I couldn’t change the room around again, I did the next best thing and colored my hair.  It’s a shade or so darker than my natural color, and the red before peeks through, giving a really pretty color.  I’ll do a post next week showing it.

3. The Inheritance Cycle.  I’ve loved these books since the first one came out.  Kyle got me the entire boxed set for my birthday, and I’ve been racing through them to FINALLY know what happens in the end!  I’ve become attached to the characters all over again, and I’m going to be so sad to see this entire story end, but I’ve been waiting for years.

Hope everyone had a lovely Thanksgiving, and I hope everyone has a good weekend too.  Me?  I’m going to another Thanksgiving where I’ll gain another 10 pounds….

Tuesday Questions

It’s been a long time since I’ve had enough time to put together a questionnaire on Tuesday (the last one was on the 1st!), and because I have time this morning, I thought I would try to make a few so I can post next week, too.

1.) Mood: A little bit tired, a little bit happy, and a little bit worried.  I have a final today that I haven’t studied for at all.

2.) If you could offer a newborn child just one piece of advice for their life, what would it be?  Choose to be happy.  It sounds cliché, but instead of chasing after that boy (or girl), that high-paying job, that nice car; chase after happiness.  Because if you have that, it doesn’t matter what else you do or don’t have.

3.) What book are you reading right now?  Eldest by Christopher Paolini.  His newest book came out, and I didn’t know that I was going to be getting it for my birthday, so I didn’t read the others in advance.  I’m getting through them slowly but surely.

4.) Do you cover public toilets with toilet paper before you sit down?  No.  I’m the most un-germophobic person you’ll ever meet.  I pick chapstick up off the ground and use it, share straws/forks/gum/toothbrushes.  The one thing I can’t do though, is eat off of someone’s plate.  Not sure if it’s manners or what, but if they offer me a bite off their fork, I’ll take it, but if they say to scoop it up myself, I can’t.

5.) Have you ever had a hickey?  Before this year, I would have said no, but a month or so ago, I got the biggest, grossest hickey I’ve ever seen in my life.  It looked like a zombie attacked me.  You don’t believe me?

How about now.

6.) What’s something you do alone that you would never do around people?  I tend to pick at my face.  It’s such a bad habit, and I try not to do it around anyone, but I’m sure I’ve slipped and someone’s seen that gross-ness.

7.) What’s something you want right now?  $150 (or more) to spend at MAC.  Since picking up some things a few weeks ago, I’ve become obsessed.  That’s all I want for Christmas.  Money to spend at MAC.  (But, I also need a new computer; mine’s about to crash, and a DSLR camera.  I need both of those more than MAC, but you know, I’m hoping for all three sometime soon! Everything contained in one handy-dandy list right here!)

8.) Where are your feet right now?  They’re up on the chair with me.  They get lonely when I leave them on the floor for too long.

9.) Are you going anywhere next summer?  I think I have to work non-stop to save up enough money to live in Ghana for a year…so probably not.

10.) Weekly goals:  Get through finals, clean my room, and finish “Eldest” (and maybe “Brisingr”).

Novel November 5

The howling wind and the door slamming shut woke me up instantly.  Heavy footsteps alerted me to Smythe’s presence, the floor almost vibrating with his footsteps coming towards me.  The room was dark, and I realized that I had slept most of the day away.  The unfinished cloak was rumpled on the ground next to me, and I gathered it into my lap.

I found Smythe has left his wet boots on, and the room’s floor was sodden.  I watched him with slit eyes; he was watching me.  His dark hair was wet and hung in ropes.  His facial hair was also wet, and had some sort of food caught in it, I I noted with disgust.  His small, piggy eyes gazed at me from head to toe and I fought the urge to shudder.  I could smell his unwashed body, and the odor grew as he neared me.  My stomach dropped when he licked his lips and started to crough down before me.

I made a show of waking up and acting surprised to see him.

“Smythe,” I greeted him coldly, watching his face carefully.  I stood up and edged along the wall to get around him and gathered my thoughts.

“I have a stew in the pot if you’re hungry.  Chicken.”

He merely grunted and stood, crossing again to the fire and lifting the lid of the pot.  The aroma leaked out and my stomach grumbled with hunger.

From the bed, and sickly sweet voice called out.

“Darling,” my mother purred.  “Where have you been all day?”

Weekend Send-off

I’m not even going to try to make excuses for not blogging.  Let’s just back into this, with a lovely love list for the past week or so.

1. MAC Cremesheen Lipstick in “Fanfare“.  I got this about a week ago after heavily researching which MAC lipstick I wanted to get.  When I went to the counter, I asked to swatch Fanfare, and fell in love.  I knew that I had to have it.  It’s the glossiest, most moisturizing lipstick I own.  I’ve worn it everyday since I got it, and it gives my lips a perfect, light pink tint, which is quite natural compared to the other lipstick I was wearing daily.  I wear it to work, and I can go all 6 hours without re-applying, which is good, because I don’t have the time to reapply lipstick constantly.

2. MAC Paint pot in “Painterly“.  This was another product I had been eying but I couldn’t decide whether or not to get it.  Paint pots are not the cheapest thing, and I wanted to make sure I wasn’t dropping cash on something I wouldn’t use daily, and not get my money from it.  Well, I should not have been worried, because the day I got Painterly, I put it on my lids and fell in love with the texture and the color.  When it came time to wash my makeup off that night, I saw that my eyes looked the same as when I applied the eyeshadow.  That was when I knew it was true love.  Painterly is a light colored (pretty much skintoned) cream that applies like a dream.  It covers up my dark eyes (because of my lack of sleep), and provides the perfect base for my eyeshadows.  But it also works all by itself to give me a brighter eye, and I sometimes pair it with just mascara.

3. Phyto Phytojoba Shampoo.  Another quite expensive product is this shampoo.  I have the tiny travel sized one to test out before buying the full size, but I know that the full size is in my future.  I love almost everything about this shampoo.  It makes my hair feel so clean and healthy, but moisturized at the same time.  The scent is a perfect coconut milk, and I love just smelling it.  It is a bit thin, and takes time to lather, but my hair has never looked so good.  My frizz has turned into soft waves (every single day), and its so shiny!  Again, love at first sight.

And other things that have made my week: knowing that I’ll be going home for Christmas, the thought of new tattoos when I do go home, talking to old friends and making plans to see them, lounging in bed all day reading, heated floors, my Filtrete water station, taking long, hot showers that unwind my muscles, and the fresh, cool sunshine because soon enough, it will be snowing, but also, the thought of cozy, snowy afternoons, covered in a blanket and thick sweater, reading and drinking tea.

Hope everyone has had a fantastic week, and I hope your weekend is just as lovely.

Novel November 4

Soo so late.  I’ll give you a bit extra this time as an apology.  First, Second, and Third parts to catch up since it’s been so long.

She moaned, and curled in on herself.  Again, I shook her shoulder, and her eyes opened to look at me.  When she opened her mouth to spear, I recoiled.  Her breath smelled like death.

“Give me the milk then, and leave me to sleep.”  She hissed at me.

I handed her the bowl and she drank the whole thing.  Thrusting the bowl into my hands again, she rolled back over, and covered her head.

Sighing, I stand up.  Obviously she was going to be in bed all day, again.  I went back outside to get the bundle I had picked up in town.  I was lucky to have paid so little for the amount of meat I ended up with.

I had been taking a few coins from Smythe’s pockets when he was passed out in bed, not enough for him to notice, mind you, for quite awhile.  He never thought to bring food back, and I needed to be able to feed myself, the goat, the baby and Mother.  The pieces of chicken were wrapped in leather, and we frozen from being under snow.  I scooped some snow up to melt for water and carried in into the house, dumping it in a pot to hang over the fire.

Dried herbs from the garden hung from the rafters and I brought down a few plants; basil, oregano, and rosemary.  I crumbled them into the pot of snow and hung it over the fire.  For a moment, I watched the flames lick the bottom of the black pot.  From a small barrel, I fished out a few potatoes, soft and grubby, some onions, and the last of the carrots, which were pathetically soft.

Using a bent blade, I chopped the vegetables roughly, cutting as closely to the bad spots as possible to save food.  The pile of bad was far larger than the pile of good, and I was glad that spring would soon be coming.

I wasn’t as picky with the chicken meat, keeping the fat for flavor.

I could smell the herbs cooking in the water and when I look into the pot, the snow was melted and the aroma made my mouth water.  I brought the vegetables and chicken over to the pot and pushed them into the simmering water.  I stirred them all up the cook evenly and placed a lid over the pot.

Again I tried to feed my sister.  her skin was hot and dry to the touch.  When she opened her eyes to look at me, I noticed that they were glazed and unfocused.  As she began to cry, I could feel her body trembling.  The pathetic cries that came out were nothing like her normal, lusty wails.

She took the milk-sodden cloth, but when I lifted her to pat her back, most of the milk she drank came back up.  Her eyes were closing the moment I laid her down, and her breathing became soft with sleep.

As the stew began to bubble, the lid lifted slightly, filling the room with the scent of herb chicken.  I lifted the lid up to gaze inside and saw a pale liquid with bits of chicken bobbing up and down, with a thin layer of fatty oil covering the broth.  I dipped a long thin spoon (carved by myself earlier in the winter) in to stir the stew.  I scooped a bit out and blew to cool the liquid.

It burned my tongue but filled my mouth with a wonderful meaty, if a little undercooked, taste.

It would take a few more hours to finish cooking, but I had something to do while I waited.  Before I settled down with my sewing, I lifted a string of garlic down from the rafters.  I took two full bulbs from the string, and using the same knife, prepared the garlic and dumped it into the pot to further season the stew.  I stood watching the water boil, regretting the fact that I had used the last bit of salt a few days back.

From under the corner of the workbench bolted to the wall, I scooped some straw up and tossed it out the door to the goat.  After slipping some shoes on, I ventured out to relieve myself.  The air was chilled and it left me shivering.  The house was cozy though, and I was warmed almost immediately upon entering.

I picked up the pile of scraps left over from making my dress.  I had made sure to salvage enough of my old dress and the materials from the new one to make a new cloak.

The seams were almost invisible because I had spent so much time piecing the wool scraps together.  The cloak was full size at this point, I was just adding a large, deep hood to keep my head warm and dry in the wet, which was a necessity in such a soggy country.

The scraps, although different color and wear, fit nice together, providing a gradiation from light at the top to dark at the bottom that was pleasing to the eye.

Using a thin bone needle, I pushed dark grey thread through pieces of wool to attach them to the main body of my cloak.  My stitches were small and evenly, though closely, spaced.  They were both sturdy and attractively invisible.

The cottage was almost completely silent, except for the crackling of the fire and the pot hanging over it.

I could feel my eyelids getting extremely heavy, and I pushed the needle into the seam of the cloak so I didn’t lose it.  I leaned my head back and closed my eyes for a short, midday nap.

Novel November 3

Sorry this is a little bit late guys; it’s been a long week.  But anyways, here’s Novel November 3.  If you missed last week’s, you can find it here.  If you missed the one before that, you can read it here.  If you have no idea what I’m talking about, maybe you should read this.

Soft snuffles woke me up, and from the weak grey light coming in under the poorly hung door, I could tell it would soon be morning.  I looked down into the face of my sister, and found her to be slowly waking up.  When he eyes finally opened fully, they were unfocused and glassy.  Her face screwed up to cry, but what came out was not the usual full-bodied wail, but a weak cry.  Her face turned red, and I picked her up from my cloak on the floor.  She quieted, and I unwrapped her to change her.  The air had a chill in it, and I quickly finished up the change and wrapped her back up.  The fire was just embers but the floor around the hearth still held warmth.  Before lying her back down, I wrapped my cloak around my shoulders, and pushed the bundle I used as a pillow closer to the hearth with my foot.  I placed her on the bundle and picked up the bowl for milk.

The air outside was freezing; my teeth ached from the chill of it.  I patted Mary Mae on the neck, and squatted down to milk her.

When the bowl was full of steaming milk, I brought it to my lips and took a few mouthfuls.  It took the edge off of my hunger and would sustain me until I could make some food.  After getting back into the house, I poured some of the creamy milk into another bowl for Mother.  When I was done feeding my sister, I would give some to Mother; hopefully before Smythe came back.

I stacked a few pieces of wood on top of the cooling embers, and I pushed some straw into the red of the embers.  After some work, I had a bit of straw burning, and added slivers of wood, which took a bit longer to light.  When I felt it was large enough to consume the larger pieces of wood, I left the fire to feed my sister.

She was fussy, and kept turning her head to go back to sleep.  I put her back in the cradle near the fire, and fetched the bowl of milk for Mother.  She was curled into a ball under the blankets, and I could felt her body heat when I sat next to her.  I reached out and shook her shoulder.

“Mama,” I used the name I called her as a child.  “Wake up, mama.  I have some milk for you.”