Little story:
A few Saturdays ago I was driving around the city and noticed I was incredibly in the red on George's gas gage. Having just missed the chance to get into the right turn lane, to turn into the gas station, I decided to turn left and flip around. However, after my left turn I realized there was nowhere I could U-Turn. I decided to instead turn right into a neighborhood and then flip back around to eventually get back to traveling in the direction of the gas station.
Well...I turned into the neighborhood and glancing at the street sign I realized I was heading toward MyBoyfriendMike's house. I was like, 5 houses away. Oops. Completely accidental, as I had never been near his house before.
However, there is a cement median and I could not flip around. I had to go right up in MyBoyfriendMike's neighborhood to turn George around to feed him.
I was so freaked that Mike would drive past. I mean, George is by far not an inconspicuous vehicle. You can pick out a red Volkswagen Beetle in the dark.
There I was, nearly about to stall because George was running on fumes, doing a hastily maneuvered U-Turn through this mans neighborhood on a Saturday midmorning.
What if he drove by? How do you explain that to someone?!
"Why yes sir, I do understand that by now you are fully aware of my complete stalking of you; but I assure you this was purely by coincidence?" Though it is the truth I'm sure I couldn't get anyone who knows me well to believe it.
Anyway, I haven't seen him in nearly a month. It's probably time I considered breaking up with him.
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For the past few days I have been rocking some seriously huge bangs. I usually leave my bangs down, because of my big ol' forehead.
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Scientifically beauty is described as proportion. The body's beauty is broken down as the proportion along a straight axis down the center of the body. The face's beauty is described by shape, the oval being the desired shape--proportionate across an axis at mid-nose. The proportionate face (therefore beautiful face) has three identical measurements: hairline to between the eyebrows, between the eyebrows to tip of the nose, and tip of the nose to tip of the chin.
My mother telling me I was proportionate always bugged me, because it came in a conversation like, Me: "Mom, I have such big feet." Her: "Yes, but they are proportionate to your body."
All that meant was: Yeah, but so is the rest of you. I have come to like my proportionate feet. Sure, it is incredibly hard to find cute (inexpensive) shoes in sizes 11 & 12, but I'm (a tiny little lick shorter than) 5'10" and broad shouldered! If I had small feet I would look odd ...or maybe fall down a lot.
I recently measured my forehead, to see it it really was huge or if it was just my waning self esteem. And it turns out that two of my three facial measurements are proportionate, and they were a different two than I expected. My nose isn't long enough for my face. How odd.
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Because of my no longer caring about my not-actually-disproportionate-forehead, I have been rocking large bangs. Today I feel like a country music superstar with how large my hair is; I slept in curlers...eek.
yesterdays poufy bangs
3 comments:
I love how you wrote your "tangent" section almost in html form. hahaha That made me laugh. Aren't you proud that you taught me that.
Also, this was a blog that I had to read out loud to someone because I couldn't stop giggling. We really need to play sometime. You pay, you drive, I sing along to your broadway duets.
You know I immediately pulled out a measuring tape to measure my face. Then, when Ben asked me what I was doing he asked me to do his. As his numbers came out all different from each other he said, "I love how I can see from your face that you feel sorry that you're going to have to me that my face just isn't pretty enough number-wise."
I got two out of three as well. Evidently, I have a minute shrunken forehead. Perhaps, Rory Gilmore can give me some of hers. She has enough for entire third world countries.
This is a very touchy subject around my house, as you have witnessed... and now you bring it up and pretend this isn't about me and my neandrathal forehead. I know you are just bragging.....Ha ha ha at least now I KNOW it's not as bad as Elizabeth's !!
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