I Get Agita When I Don't Post Every Other Day

So here's a blow-by-blow of what's going on:

Wednesday night:
Partied with my grad school classmates;
Drank too much champagne (as I am wont to do);
Danced a lot;
Laughed a lot;
Took embarrassing photos;
Took an unnecessary shot of tequila;
Drank late into the evening/early morning;
Tried to do a proper duet of "Champagne" from In the Heights...eight times.

Thursday:
Suffered inevitable hangover;
Consumed fried egg BLT in Brookline with girlfriends;
Lunched with kiddoes;
Reached awkward realization of not being their teacher anymore.

Friday:
Slept very late, after drunken sleep Wednesday night;
Lunch with RM, during which she gave me MANY wonderful gifts and a card that made me burst into tears in public;
Finally hung with cousin and watched TLC shows late into the evening;
Felt her baby kick (she's due in September).

Today:
Slept late;
Hung with roommates and watched the final minutes of the season finale of Private Practice;
Tried not to become obsessed with said show;
Got back into bed until 3 PM;
Headed to spa for spa pedicure;
Got legs massaged and geranium-scrubbed;
Got toes painted iridescent blue;
Dinner and drinks with MW;
Impulse-slightly-drunken shoe shopping;
Breaking in new shoes.

Sunday:
Probably sleeping late;
Brother arrives;
Drinks with friends;
Dinner with friend's family;
Inevitable stumbling home with brother.

Monday:
Hopefully waking up without hangover;
Breakfast with brother;
Commencement at 3 PM;
Dinner with adoring fans.

Holy shit.

MAKEOVER

It's a new era.

I graduate from my Master's program on Monday.

So, now, I'm a new woman.

Previous Annie

Master Annie

Obviously, drastic change is not my forte.

The Five-Minute Face...Now, with Natural Ingredients

For years and years, S was my makeup artist.

Every time we ever went out (which, for a while, was like every other night), she'd fancy herself up before making me stand still and close my eyes and look up and look down and make funny faces, so she could concentrate on making me pretty (er, prettier) for the evening's festivities.

I was never a very good customer, creeping her out by opening one eye or screaming when the eyeliner would come close to me.

When I moved to California before Boston, I decided I needed to be a grown-up and spent hundreds of dollars on Bare Escentuals makeup so I could figure out how to make my own face up.

I followed Carmindy's advice (she of What Not to Wear fame) and learned how to do the Five-Minute Face.

It's still something I feel like I'm practicing to perfect, but at least I can manage it myself now.

I tell you all this because yesterday morning, I made myself a small breakfast of a half a bagel with peanut butter and then put on a full face of makeup for the day.

I don't know if it was because it was before 10 AM or because I hadn't done a full face in months, but I made a real mess of it.

And everyone knows that spit is the best makeup remover.

So I stuck a Q-Tip in my mouth and began to fix my eyes.

Then, I realized I was wiping my eyes with peanut butter saliva.

They stayed itchy and kind of sticky all day, but at least they looked pretty!