While there are very few things that I remember from my years as an undergraduate science student, one thing I clearly recall is sitting in chemistry class and learning about the law of entropy (aka the second law of thermodynamics), which in a nutshell says that systems in nature always move from order to disorder. I remember scribbling some formulas down along with the words, “Randomness and chaos rule in the end. Sucks.”
Anyway, the law of entropy has been working its magic here at makeupandbeautyblog.com. The internets have been out since 3:00 in the morning, and I am one cranky blogger. But we press on, and because entropy rules, let’s take this opportunity to celebrate minor points randomness during the last two days. Viva la entropy!
Face of the day
September 5, 2007. 6:32 p.m.
I am at the gym on the elliptical machine. The US Open match between Andy Roddick and Roger Federer is on the T.V. I watch Andy Roddick warm up. I start to sweat. Whether it is from watching Andy work his shizz or from the elliptical machine is anybody’s guess. I make a mental note to watch more tennis. Andy loses, but I decide that anyone who can serve at 146 mph is a winner in my blog.
It’s okay, boo…Roger Federer would kick my ass on the court, too.
September 5, 2007. 11:38 p.m.
I hold the Nordstrom gift card that I found the other day in my hand. I go onto the Nordstrom site and put $200 of MAC Paint Pots in my shopping cart. I do not check out.
September 6, 2007. 3:02 a.m.
The sing-songy chime of the modem in the living room announces that the Internets are out. I wake up. I wander into the dark bathroom and proceed to place my bum on the toilet, and almost fall into the toilet because El Hub has left the seat up. As I wash my hands in the dark it occurs to me the next logical step here is that there’s somebody hiding behind the shower curtain because El Hub NEVER leaves the seat up. I get freaked out. Isn’t 3:00 a.m. the witching hour? I hurry back to bed. The modem continues to chime.
September 6, 2007. 7:45 a.m.
I eat a breakfast of peanut butter and bananas on toast. I drink my coffee but wish for a latte.
September 6, 2007.10:13 a.m.
It’s time to get ready. I bust out tarte’s fall collection and decide to play. (More on this during the next few days…I’ll give ya this though, the palette is hot!) I put on four, yes four, layers of mascara in the attempt to achieve “Fashion Show Lashes.”
September 6, 2007. 11:32 a.m.
I turn on Fergie’s “Glamorous” and start dancing around the house, and am almost late for work.
September 6, 2007. 5:15 p.m.
I catch up on the last two episodes of “The Hills,” which I have Tivo-ed. In between bites of Lifesavors gummies, I come to the conclusion that Lauren appears to be heading for rehab, and that Audrina needs to get a clue. El Hub offers a psychological breakdown of Spencer Pratt.
Team Whitney all the way
September 6, 2007. 7:08 p.m.
I look at my rapidly growing makeup collection and get a little stressed out. I contemplate going to The Container Store. I walk out to the car but end up not going. Instead, the neighbor’s tabby cat comes by and we hang for 20 minutes. The tabby bites me a few times. I decide that I hate The Container Store. Why buy more shit to hold all of your existing shit? I go back upstairs and eat an ice cream bar.
This is just one third of the recent makeup explosion
I hope you had a good day, ya’ll. Sweet dreams.
Your friendly neighborhood beauty addict,