What's your favorite disguise? [/meta]
posted by letter shredder @ 11:59 a.m. on 1/20/2006
"Great art is about conflict and pain and guilt and longing and love disguised as sex and sex disguised as love..."
-- Lester Bangs, Almost Famous
Tuesday, December 20, 2005
Breathe, It's Still Me
I've got my friends alarmed about what happened last week. My best friend found out about it and later, high school friends were also asking how I am.
As how my friends occurred to me, they were extremely worried about two things: that my bag was stolen, and I am ranting about the lost of a make-up kit. Whenever I talk to people and tell them about the latter, they look at me intently as if to ask me, "Jaycee, is that you?"
I'm not so sursprised though, knowing my friends and knowing how I appear to them. I always wore sneakers and oversized shirts before. One time, I wore a floral top and my friends went screaming. Later, I was hearing, "Jaycee, I'm so proud of you." People know I dread times when I have to wait for some of my friends who make the restroom a lounge. And sometimes in silence, I'm shouting, "Leave my eyebrows alone."
Seriously, I never thought I'd be buying make-up myself. But I just did. And yes, I've changed. I've improved. I can't say I'm new and improved (because nothing new is improved and vice versa).
When I say I've changed, it doesn't mean I won't wear oversized shirts and
just sneakers anymore *wink wink*. Only now, applying make-up doesn't just mean applying make-up. When I wear lipstick, I'm reminded that I'm in business. Being with people who are considered skin care and make-up consultants, I want to be one myself.
NOTE TO FRIENDS: I know this post may seem too surprising that you can't take it anymore. *wink wink* I know I've told you that I would want to become a band vocalist and go racing, and that the term "make-up" to me was as foreign as Timbuktu is. Now, I still want to sing for a band and race. It's just that, I'd be wearing make-up when I do so
and more conscious of UVA and UVB.
At the same time, beware. I told you, it's still me. *grin*
I can still make you laugh and cry. This time, only more beautiful.