So around two weeks ago my boyfriend and I went to the Goodwill to sift through clothes and etc. to kill some time. As I was exploring the deep depths of used clothes, I stumbled upon the board game section of the store. To my surprise, I found an old looking Ouija Board mixed in with all of these family fun games.

I don’t like messing with stuff like that, but it was only $1.07 and I thought it would make for a good prank.

Well, we purchased it and left it on my boyfriend’s friend’s doorstep while he was away.

I ended up attaching a ‘creepy’ note to the box before we left.

I ended up not finding out what his friend’s reaction was until the next day. His friend wasn’t creeped out by it, and just assumed it was one of his friend’s pulling a prank on him. He did on the other hand, tell his girlfriend there was a mysterious Ouija Board on his doorstep and she refused to come home until he got rid of it.

He ended up going down the street to an apartment complex and just dumping it on someone else’s porch. I wonder what that person ended up thinking.

I guess if there’s any horror movies “based on a true story” in the future about a mysterious Ouija Board appearing on random people’s doorsteps..you’ll know who started it ;P

@Cakalusa wrote a blog on reddit’s Pretty Girls Ugly Faces photos….sooooo I thought I would post a picture of me and my friend making grotesque faces.

Me

Emily (sorry Emily!)

(Photobombed by your’s truly)

At my university, I enrolled in Chinese class so I could learn the language….but little did I know, that by enrolling, I would be forced to do a Chinese fashion show (among other things) for a Chinese New Year celebration that will be happening this coming Wednesday.

Now don’t get me wrong, I don’t mind volunteering and helping out one bit, but today pushed my buttons so much. We (my class) were pretty much automatically recruited to do everything for this celebration (as far as talent shows, dances, etc goes).

My teacher set up a meeting for all of us to gather at this church today to practice our catwalking. She invited one of her friends to teach us how to walk properly and all of this other modeling junk. She taught all of the “volunteers” how to stand properly. She told all of us that we had to stick out our chests, relax our arms, and lower our shoulders. Let me tell you something, there are NO mirrors in this room, so I had no clue how I was looking. Another girl and I apparently weren’t doing it right so she called us out and poked fun at us. I asked her if I could go to the bathroom and practice so I could see what I was doing in the mirrors, but she said “No, I am your mirror”. Yeah, helpful right?At first all of this “poking fun” was funny, and I didn’t care, but we were there for four hours. It was so freaking aggravating to hear constantly, especially when it’s directed at you.

When we started walking she wanted our left foot at 11 o’ clock and our right foot at 2 o’ clock, and as I did that she said I wasn’t doing it right. I know it’s practice and criticism is going to happen, but the way she did it was insulting. She called me out in front of the entire group of people some more…it made me feel EXACTLY how I used to feel when I was in ballet class and the teacher would yell at me and make me cry.

Later on, during the walking she was imitating me in front of the entire group and telling me how bad I looked. She did this several times, and proceeded to tell me that I should look more like a Victoria Secret Angel. Um EXCUSE ME?! I did NOT want to be here, I did NOT sign up for this, and I am NOT a professional. How are you going to make those suggestions towards me? If you wanted every single one of us to be perfect, maybe next time you shouldn’t wait three days before the actual event?

Stupid!!

I’m feeling really low about myself, and I’m super grumpy. >:(

I hate feeling like this T_T

You know when you look into the deep abyss of your computer and find photos you haven’t seen for years? WELL! That is what I’m doing at this exact moment, and I thought it would make for an embarrassing blog.

*Warning, there may be too many peace signs and duck faces featured in this blog*

I found these old webcam pictures from three or four years ago…as you can see, I was (and still am) a complete and utter camwhore.

Prom Night

I have NO idea what this is from, and I look like a filandering…person.

My face in this one, I don’t know why I thought this was attractive. It looks like I have to take a massive poop.

These pictures were from a hiking trip my family and I went on during my senior year of high school in 2010.

My dad took a creeper photo of me when I was getting out of school my junior year.

My graduating class!

Annnd that’s all I could fine (for now)

Considering the incredibly depressing week I’ve had so far, I’ve decided to write a blog I’ve been meaning to do for awhile to give myself temporary happiness.

Since I did a “My boyfriend does my makeup” blog not too long ago, I thought might as well do a blog on me doing my boyfriend’s makeup….and so I did.

Sorry the photo quality isn’t that great by the way, buuuut it was all we had at the time.

Here are a couple of pictures of him without makeup so you can get a general idea of his natural face.

And so the process begins!!

So I’m not going to lie, I just found all my sparkly colors and put them together on his eyelid.

I am HORRIBLE at putting eyeliner on other people, but I had to do this at full force.

I found my pinkest and brightest lipstick, so naturally, I decided to put that on him.

Fortunately for him, I found a wig. Blonde is soooooo totally his color.

What do you think guys? Do you think he makes a bombshell of a woman?

In all honesty though, I will NEVER do this again. It was a very disturbing experience for me and him both. Looking at these photos….I would say it takes a few weeks to unsee his womanly self. Anyways! If any of you guys are brave enough to do this with your girlfriend/wife/friends share the photos with me!

*This blog is in memory of Dian Dian*

This is the night we first brought you home after venturing six hours total to come get you. I’ll never forget when you made Pin’s roommates’ voices go up twelve octaves. “AWWWW IT’S A PUPPY!!!!!”

Here you are napping with your daddy.

This was your first bath…

and your first blowdry. You were so terrified :[

I’m sorry, but I had to do this. You were just so darn adorable.

You weren’t too thrilled about photos with me, but you let me take them anyways.

You slept a lot, and I was always so tempted to cuddle you..but you were too cute to disturb.

For some reason you liked to eat my hair too..hmm…but good taste you had.

It’s getting late, and I have school in around 12 hours..but I’m going to see your grave tomorrow. This is going to be so difficult, but I’ll put more photos of your life up when I can. I miss you

If you regularly keep track of my blogs, you will know that I have posted a few times about my pomeranian puppy, Dian Dian. For those new readers out there, it’s a complex situation. My ex boyfriend and I adopted her together last year when we were still together. He kept her for me, because my parents wouldn’t let me. Even after we broke up, we remained friends, and he kept her for me. I guess you could say it was like a divorced family, and I only got to see our child on the weekends, except since we both had busy school schedules it was even less frequent than that.

I last saw her yesterday, and for a very brief amount of time. Even though I rarely got the chance to see her, she would greet me with such love and excitement, and when I would have to leave she would chase after me with extremely sad eyes, with a whimper attached.

I got a phone call today from my ex…he told me that Dian Dian passed away. It turns out, that when everyone wasn’t paying attention she had gotten on top of their table and got into their ash tray. She ate their cigarrettes and I’m assuming since she was so small, the toxins in the cigarettes poisoned her.

I can’t help but think, I was there yesterday, if only I had taken her for the day. I keep blaming myself in some way. I’m so heartbroken. Once I moved out of my parents house, I was going to take her to live with me. I feel like somehow I should have taken her in. I just feel so horrible, like she could have had a better life with me. I’m so sorry Dian Dian. I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you as much as I could have. I’m sorry I was such a horrible mommy to you. I feel so horrible, and I wish you could be with me in my arms right now. Just know, I thought about you all the time, and I missed you every single day. I wish you didn’t have to die, I love you so much and I’ll never stop loving you. I’ll pray for you, and talk to you everyday. I’m so sorry. I’m so very sorry.

Here are the two last photos I took of her.

I miss you Dian Dian, my tears won’t stop falling for you. You stole my heart the moment I saw your photograph online…and I knew that I would love you forever the second I saw you in person. I traveled six hours to see you, and it was worth it. On our drive back home, I never wanted to let you go.

I’m sorry. I’ll love you forever and ever.

-Mommy

Sooooo, I just put on this wig….now I have the urge to buy a whole collection >_< damn it.

And what do you think? Blonde…yay or hellll nay o.o?

Some of you may have heard about the Youtube video tags going around called “My boyfriend does my makeup tag”. Wellll, even though it’s been done a million times on Youtube, I have yet to see a blog. So I thought I would post a blog on here, and entertain all of you with my absolutely gorgeous makeup.

If you’re uncertain of the rules of this tag video/blog, basically a person’s boyfriend will do their makeup. They do not get any help or guidance whatsoever. The person getting their makeup done cannot see the process, and has to wait until the completion of the makeup.

Okay!

First my boyfriend started off with a red lipstick.

Then he moved on to a blue eyeshadow (Not the same pallet, but close enough)

He wanted to spice things up a bit, and decided that he would use a liquid eyeliner not just on my lids, but also on my eyebrow. Yes, eyebrow, not brows. The asymetrical look is hot now.

Can we get a drumroll for my totally sexy makeover?

Mhm, you know I look good! Don’t be jelly! Hahaha~

If you’re up for it, you guys should try it! If you guys do it, tag me in your post or link me to it so I can see!

I kid you not, every morning I get woken up by my parents at 5:30 or 6 in the morning to my parents fighting. They’re either yelling, talking obnoxiously loud, or etc. To make matters worse, it is usually my mom yelling at my dad after a long day of 3rd shift work. She normally likes to criticize him about something stupid the SECOND he walks through the door. This fighting lasts for an hour. I can’t stand it anymore.

On numerous occasions she trash talks me, my dad, or his family for no reason. It’s like as soon as she wakes up she has a personal vendetta to make everyone’s morning or day a steaming pile of shi*. It doesn’t just happen in the morning, but all day. It’s just worse to deal with in the morning because I mean…who wants to start off their day like that?

It happens so often I have permanent frown lines, and this time I looked in the mirror and I have deep wrinkles between my eyebrow from cringing to their yelling…and yes…my mom points those out to me telling me I look old. When I tell her it’s because of her. Yeah..she yells at me more, and then points out that I need to work out because I’m “soft”.

I hate it here, and I need to move out.

I’m so emotionally done anymore. I’m on the borderline of through a mental breakdown. Mentally and emotionally speaking I can’t afford to get a job because when I get depressed and have so much going on I just shut off. I’m like a zombie and simply don’t give a shi* and start skipping classes. I did that last semester because of this and let’s just say because of that I’m doing horribly in school right now. Last semester I was so depressed I would skip classes and just drive to the park and blankly stare out the window for HOURS or cry.

I don’t know how to do this anymore. It’s a tough situation. I wish I could be like those pros who make steady money from their blogs so I wouldn’t have to worry so much. Agh, why does my life have to suck poo through a straw?