Because you have no idea how long it took me to sound and mouth out the lyrics to find this song. Sucks not knowing the title.
A few years ago, my idea of getting up or being ready is to get out of bed, tossing on jeans and a shirt and toss water on my face.
Now my preparation takes at least fifteen minutes.
I would get up, take a shower where shampooing and body wash is involved and those scrub sponges. Afterwards, I'm up against the mirror squinting at myself, a face wash is used, then rinse, then a towel to dry my face. Carefully I squeeze the toothpaste onto the bristles of the tooth brush, fill my cup with water, dip the toothbrush into the cup and then start brushing my teeth. Rinse, spit, wash, rinse again.
Carefully an pearl amount of moisture lotion is squeezing onto my index finger. Touch the nose, booth sides of my cheeks, forehead, chin, and slowly, I massage it into my face.
Deciding what to wear in the mean time, clothing is tossed around, keys are tossed into bags, ipods, cellphone, wallet and not forgetting the change pouch.
In front of the mirror once more I check my reflection, brush out my hair and smile once to prepare for whomever I'm meeting that day. Perfume then sprayed, I finally head out the door.
I lied, it might have taken me twenty minutes.
And this all started because I looked in the mirror one day and realized I had acne and oily skin. One apprehensive visit to Shoppers Drug Mart where I'm sure the saleslady sold me expensive things just for the heck of it, I was not back in my apartment looking and pretending not to notice how many bottles that I must now use. It's a good thing make up isn't added to the mix. Then things would just get ugly.
I begin noticing that I did care about how I looked or how my skin felt. What's more, feeling clean and fresh and smelling nice makes me want to face the day a little bit more. Even if I hadn't slept for over fifteen hours and the inside of my brain felt like mush. Or maybe I just hadn't noticed all the steps required because I'm growing old and it takes more maintenance.
I'm not one to believe in lotions or gels when they guarantee results and say they do things like 'open your pores and help soften skin'. Though feeling my face right now, it's hard to argue that the results aren't there. So this is what it feels like to have soft skin. ~.~ Or maybe it's me believing they worked so badly that I'm really imagining the results.
Or have I just reached a new level of women where every female needs to rely on these canned potions to justify their beauty?
It's what the commercials tell you, without their product your face won't look half as good. These recent developments trouble me some because even if I dress it, I'm not a very 12-step to go out the door kind of girl. But at the same time, surprisingly I can't help feeling better about myself. It's a different kind of confidence.
Chewing the inside of your mouth is not a good thing. Neither is grinding your teeth. But they all feel so good to do when your eyes are droopy and you are nodding off... off... to sleep.
This shall be a learning experience.
A kid grows up, and the first things they remember is their family, a place to call home and then their friends. They'd remember going to school, making friends, occasionally getting into trouble with their parents. None of it really ever stops.
Once you get older, you take on more responsibility. But things still stay somewhat similar. Your friends might become something you think more about than your parents- but you know they're always there. And the home you have is always there when you need to go back.
I don't really know what I'm getting at.
Today my heart hurts a bit.
This morning I woke up really early considering it's a Saturday and went for my first driving lesson in about two years. It was one terrifying experience for me, and an amusing hour for the driving instructor.
"No, look to your left, the other left, where the flashing arrow is pointing."<- *very amused driving instructor.
"A bit faster, this road is at sixty." <- Driver (me) was snailing at thirty.
"You might want to go in reverse..."<- While I was doing a three point turn.
So I've learned a few things. I wasn't as horrible as I thought I would be, going up on sidewalks and running over old ladies. But I was so terrified that I felt the moment I was going to go faster than 10km/hr I was going to die. To entertain himself even more, we went on the highway, where I froze in a hunched over position, while he told me to relax and remember to breath.
I like this instructor. He's amusing. I learned that he has two daughters, one of them whom is going to her last year of Con. Ed at Queens and another studying Journalism at Ryerson. He seemed like a nice guy and really experienced at what he does. I just can't remember what he looks like because I spent almost every moment staring at the road and only getting flashes of his face. If we met on the streets I would be in some trouble. He must have a good heart too, to be suffering through all these students that can potentially mess up and ruin both of their lives.
At the very end of it, he said that I should be able to take my G with four or five more lessons. I kind of don't believe him, though he says that my biggest problem is confidence. That and I make too wide a right turn. Darn those right turns. But it's always easier with someone there telling you what to do. Double that with some stress and a few moments of 'oh my god, I'm going to crash and do something horrible to this car', taking instructions is much easier than thinking for myself.
So now I'm booking my driving test for about a month from now. Anyone want to lend me their cars so I can practice? ;)
I came back and dozed off for about three hours, had a wonderfully delicious dream and then woke up again. It was all very relaxing.
That was until the attack of the ants in my bedroom came to mind again. Yesterday I had this horrible moment where I lifted the garbage can lid and there were at least a dozen of ants swirling around. I killed them with cleaning chemicals. Those little black beady things. Urgh, it terrifies me more than driving.
So that led me to go to the store to get some raid and wasp killing spray so that I may never ever see them again. Hopefully it's working. I haven't so far seen any ants crawling around.
My Video Card is shot, I need to get a new one. But to get a new one would cost me around forty to fifty dollars. On the other hand I may be able to get one for free.
Back in Shakespeare day when he had to copy things, he would have have to done his scripts by hand to have enough copies for his actors to read from. If he didn't have them done himself and instead given them to others to copy- imagine what if one or two words were changed by mistake? Then what we have today would not be what Shakespeare actually intended. These days we have fax machines, and things like photocopiers and computers. While it takes us a shorter amount of time to do all that typing meaning we can produce twice as faster or triple the speed- does it actually make us thrice as productive as back in the days? Or do we get bogged down by meaningless things like spreadsheets and memos? Are we so productive that we have to invent things just so we still get paid our full time salaries? Or are we just the same as before and no matter how better our tools our, we are only that productive?
If you were to die now, at this moment, what would you think of as the best thing you've ever done in your life?
To be honest I don't think there's one feature of my life that would be considered the best thing that I've done. I think it's a cumulative of everything. I think the best thing I've done is to be a good person. I'd like to think of myself as a kind person. If that counts for anything.