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[25 Jul 2008|06:22am]

beauty101

[zoubs]
what are your thoughts on eyebrow tinting?

i ask because yesterday my girlfriend came over and dyed my hair a champagne blonde. i'm naturally a brunette and have pretty dark eyebrows, she seems to think that i shouldn't tint my eyebrows because it looks silly on people who do, but then again, my eyebrows are quite dark compared to my hair and i can't help but feel a little self-conscious about the mismatch.

do you think i should get an eyebrow tinting kit and just do it myself, or do you think i should just leave it be?
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[25 Jul 2008|01:38pm]

literaryquotes

[petite_star]
If you listen, you can hear it.
The city, it sings.
If you stand quietly, at the foot of a garden, in the
middle of a street, on the roof of a house.
It's clearest at night, when the sound cuts more
sharply across the surface of things,
when the song reaches out to a place inside you.
It's a wordless song, for the most,
but it's a song all the same, and nobody hearing it
could doubt what it sings. And the song sings the
loudest when you pick out each note.



Jon McGregor - If nobody speaks of remarkable things.
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BeautyKit [25 Jul 2008|04:26pm]

babyart

[grinkod]
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24. [25 Jul 2008|07:28pm]

literaryquotes

[feirith]
You’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and he won’t tell you that he loves you, but he loves you. And you feel like you’ve done something terrible, like robbed a liquor store, or swallowed pills, or shoveled yourself a grave in the dirt, and you’re tired. You’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and you’re trying not to tell him that you love him, and you’re trying to choke down the feeling, and you’re trembling, but he reaches over and he touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist, and you feel your heart taking root in your body, like you’ve discovered something you didn’t even have a name for.

- Richard Siken
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Breakfast of Champions [25 Jul 2008|07:01am]

vegetarian

[towdah]
I am diabetic and tend to have high sugars in the morning, so I made myself a breakfast of champions today...vegan, high protein, low carb, moderate fat:

Aye-Garamba Breakfast
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Heat 3 TBSP olive oil in a pan
Pour in 1 pack of firm tofu cubed
3-4 TBSP of garam masala seasoning
2 TBSP cinnamon powder (fresh ground would have been even better if I'd had it)
1-2 fresh, local tomatoes, chopped - add about 6 minutes into cooking

Cook, stirring occasionally, for about 12 minutes. Serve

Delicious!
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Half Siblings Co-Sharing a Room [25 Jul 2008|12:00am]

law_questions

[nilo]
[ mood | curious ]

Hi,

I'm currently living in Mississippi, but I'm looking to relocate back home (Washington State). I have a 13-year-old daughter from my first marriage and a 2-year-old daughter from my second. (Which makes me sound like a contestant for the Jerry Springer show - but at least I know who the baby daddies are...)

Maybe it's an urban myth, but I thought I read somewhere that it's illegal for same-gender siblings (full or half or step) to share a room if there's more than five years between then in age. Anyone know anything about this?

Thank you!

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Collection 06: It's Complicated [25 Jul 2008|04:31pm]

lovekawaii

[tubee]
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Relationships can be complicated, mathematical problems are complicated, office politics are very complicated, if there are so many things that can be complicated, tangible items such as clothes can be complicated too.

The prints and the designs make clothes look complicated but we love wearing them because we love patterns and we know that reality is complicated =))

Announcement on 25th July:
Backorder for Maxi in Paradise (green) and (red) successful, manufacturers need 2 weeks to make the products, refer to backorder entry http://tubee.livejournal.com/10481.html#cutid1 to secure your order. Thanks!

( Click Here for collection 6 )

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[25 Jul 2008|04:28am]

literaryquotes

[strinky]
[ music | Ave Maria - Josh Groban ]

It seems to me that if you or I must choose between two courses of thought or action, we should remember our dying and try so to live that our death brings no pleasure to the world.

- John Steinbeck, East of Eden

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[25 Jul 2008|03:02am]

san_x

[hygge_selling]


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NY City Trauma [25 Jul 2008|03:02am]

panic_anxiety

[common_nocturne]
Hey all, I was hoping you could help me with a friend of mine.

My friend recently moved with her parents from a real nice & quite suburban life in California and now lives in the dreadful, loud, dangerous city that is New York. The drastic change has thrown her into a horrible depression.

I talk to her by phone (I live long distance from her) every day, and she tells me about how miserable she is. All she does is stay home all day and she refuses to leave her apartment. She typically complains about the enormous crowds and about how "dirty" everything is. She likes art and reading (or at least she used to, before the depression) yet she says that just to hop on the subway train is exhausting and filthy, and not worth the effort.

Having lived in Ny myself once, I sympathize with her plight. I am not one to glamorize that hell hole of a city. Yet I feel obliged to tell her to get out some more, find things to do. Go to a bar, hang out with a friend, go to a museum. It's better than being at home depressed all the time . But she's a very quite, intellectual type girl, and she insists that there's "nothing I'd want to do here." She won't even go out for dinner. In short, she won't do anything, in a city where there are supposedly thousands of things to do! Do you think I'm wrong in suggesting that she go out more?

I was wondering if anyone here had some ideas about fun, yet peaceful things for an intellectual 20-something lady to do in a dirty, loud city like ny?
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Smashbox Cosmetics, Skin tone Woes [25 Jul 2008|01:06am]

beauty101

[bitterascandy]
General consesus on their stuff? Especially their Intuitive Lip Gloss/Blush?

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[25 Jul 2008|06:49am]

beauty101

[wewannakillyou]


how can i copy this makeup?
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Rent Girl by Michelle Tea [25 Jul 2008|01:35am]

literaryquotes

[chreid]
[ mood | sick ]

     I was twenty-one years old but inside I felt thirty, thirty-one. I hated revealing my age to anyone because it gave them the wrong idea about me. It gave them the idea that I was young when inside I felt ageless, that I didn’t know much when really I knew more then they did. I thought that I felt thirty-one, thirty-two years old, but I was wrong Now that I am thirty-two I can feel how it feels and it does not feel twenty-one So I was the sort of twenty-one year old who believes that deep in their soul they are thirty, thirty-five, which really is such a twenty-one year old way to think.

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Skin thin? [25 Jul 2008|12:26am]

beauty101

[seafeed]
I have a question.
The skin on the underside of my wrists ... seems to be thin, because I can see the veins and such, and it's somewhat disgusting [plus, someone pointed it out today, one of my guy friends =\]
and the same is on my chest, where I can see some of the veins, especially heading down to my breasts [I didnt have anything non-pg to call them]

How could i fix this?
Tanning, I dont think, really helped... but the tan really didnt even reach those areas anyways ... [I only tanned on the beach once when I was in spain]
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Neil Gaiman, "American Gods" [24 Jul 2008|11:40pm]

literaryquotes

[zbg97]
[ mood | contemplative ]
[ music | Moby -- "Living" ]

     No man, proclaimed Donne, is an Island, and he was wrong.  If we were not islands, we would be lost, drowned in each others' tragedies.  We are insulated (a word that means, literally, remember, made into an island) from the tragedy of others, by our island nature, and by the repetitive shape and form of the stories.  The shape does not change:  there was a human being who was born, lived, and then, by some means or another, died.  There.  You may fill in the details from your own experience.  As unoriginal as any other tale, as unique as any other life.  Lives are snowflakes - forming patterns we have seen before, as like one another as peas in a pod (and have you ever looked at peas in a pod?  I mean, really looked at them?  There's not a chance you'd mistake one for another, after a minute's close inspection), but still unique.
     Without individuals we see only numbers:  a thousand dead, a hundred thousand dead, "casualties may rise to a million."  With individual stories, the statistics become people - but even that is a lie, for the people continue to suffer in numbers that themselves are numbing and meaningless.  Look, see the child's swollen, swollen belly, and the flies that crawl at the corner of his eyes, his skeletal limbs:  will it make it easier for you to know his name, his age, his dreams, his fears?  To see him from the inside?  And if it does, are we not doing a disservice to his sister, who lies in the searing dust beside him, a distorted, distended caricature of a human child?  And there, if we feel for them, are they now more important to us than a thousand other children touched by the same famine, a thousand other young lives who will soon be food for the flies' own myriad squirming children?
     We draw our lines around these moments of pain, and remain upon our islands, and they cannot hurt us.  The are covered with a smooth, safe, nacreous later to let them slip, pearlike, from our souls without real pain.
      Fiction allows us to slide into these other heads, these other places, and look out through other eyes.  And then in the tale we stop before we die, or we die vicariously and unharmed, and in the world beyond the tale we turn the page or close the book, and we resume our lives.
     A life that is, like any other, unlike any other.

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[24 Jul 2008|09:57pm]

beauty101

[petitevicious]
Sooo I'm looking into getting my first Brazilian wax. However, I'm curious as to how long it takes to recover from such? How long does it usually look irritated? What are some ways to relieve irritation, physically and visually?
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[25 Jul 2008|12:56am]

literaryquotes

[yourbitterhero]
"What is best in life?"

"To crush your enemies see them driven before you and to hear the lamentations of women shit I fucked it ask me again."

"What is best in life?"

"To hear birds in the morning or you wake up and it's raining and the rain on the window going pitter-patter when it's cloudy and dark and your head's like a brick and you don't wanna move so you wait so you pull up the covers not this sounds way too gay I gotta start over I hate my voice ask me again."

"What is best in life?"

"To be at the movies at the East-Towne 5 and you're holding her hand and you feel her blood going through her hand up into your body and the planets are crashing the world is dying but none of it matters the sound of her body it's humming the ions in the weird darkness her beauty could turn you to stone and you know without knowing that you are alive and what it means to be dead and you wanna go way out further than you've ever gone before but everything's gone or slipping away and holding on to love is like hugging fog I'm falling to pieces ask me again."

"What is best in life?"

"A bright white moon hovering over the swamp and the fireflies at the window all spelling your name and lighting the way to no fuck wait."

"What is best in life?"

"The longing the waiting the mystery the silence."

Bryan Charles, Grab Onto Me Tightly As If I Knew The Way
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highlights vs. dye [25 Jul 2008|12:39am]

beauty101

[leah1211]
So I'm not too good with this kind of stuff...but I'm kinda facing a problem.
I'm a natural blonde and have always loved my hair color, but now that I'm older its slowly fading to an almost brown shade. I've been getting highlights since high school to kind of fight off the brunette. I was told by my hairdresser and my mom that I should just keep getting highlights since they take longer to grow out. My mom, for whatever reason, has instilled in me a fear of dying my hair. lol. Would it really be that much more of a hassle/more expensive to just dye my hair all one shade? I miss being blonde all over!
Also...how does one go about picking out the right shade of blonde? Thanks for any help!
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Shoes? [24 Jul 2008|10:36pm]

beauty101

[sheisaclassic]
I completely suck at choosing shoes. I love to look at them (and buy them) but when it comes to putting a pair together with an outfit I usually don't know where to start. I've just been grabbing my wedged sandals lately but I need to change it up.
I'm starting college next month and that means lots of walking around campus to class so I need to start looking for some cute shoes (everyday tennis shoes, flats, whatever) that I can walk fast or run in if I absolutely need to! And I'm looking for shoes that I can wear when I need to dress it up.
Is there a "shoe guide" out there anywhere??
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[24 Jul 2008|11:20pm]

borderline

[shoindiematrix]
[ mood | cynical ]

I'm frustrated by this. I've failed the same class two times, in a row. And it hurts, because this time, I didn't pay attention to the end date. Most of my meds keep me calm and focused enough to do the work, so I can't believe I missed it. I just...*sigh* it bothers me, and I don't know how to explain why it does.

I guess it just makes me feel like I'm not intelligent enough to deserve any sort of higher education. Like that I will always be limited to wasting people's money and be living with my family. I...I feel in a rut and like I'm about to snowball again. I want to make it back into my preferred college, but I'm afraid (because of this remedial class) that they won't accept me in.

And I don't want to stay at home. I don't want to keep failing. I don't want to remain 2 hours away from my girlfriend because this class kept me from going back to my preferred college.

I just...*sigh*

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