Hello My loves! I have been quite frazzled this week I must admit. If I haven’t pounded it into your skull enough on Sunday I am hopping on a plane and moving to Nova Scotia for the next 3 months of my life. I am nowhere near prepared. The entire week has been an endless cycle of drinking enough coffee to motivate me for packing only to find I’ve consumed a little too much coffee and that I’m on the verge of a full blown panic attack melt down. I have to be honest, I may not miss having a boyfriend when it comes to girls nights but I sort of miss having a boyfriend when it comes to packing and moving things. I’m an independent woman and I can totally move all my own heavy boxes but I really really really don’t like doing it. OH and did I mention my car was hit last week and is a total mess so on top of moving and heartache I have to deal with car insurance issues…ugh…the worst.
Enough whining though, let’s move onto more fun coffee date material. Fun fact of the day! If I could have coffee with any celebrity alive or dead I would choose Taylor Swift (surprise!). As much as I’d like to say my mind is dying to pick the brain of Leonardo DaVinci or Albert Einstein or Hilary Clinton or someone fantastically influential I would be far more excited to spend a few hours picking the brain of Tay Tay. Speaking of Taylor I am IN LOVE with “Shake it off”. I have been listening to it on repeat non stop since Monday afternoon with no intention of stopping any time soon. Taylor can do no wrong in my eyes. Let the countdown to the release of “1989” begin…now!
Besides packing my week thus far has been consumed with attempting to plan the perfect birthday celebration for my “sort of kind of boyfriend-ish person“, and yes that is the Facebook official title for it. Whathisname is turning 23 on Saturday but since I leave early Sunday morning I figured I should plan a little “What’s his age again” celebration sooner (note the Blink-182 reference). Let me tell you…buying for guys is ALWAYS difficult but buying for a guy you kind of just started dating and you are moving away from with an undecided future status is ridiculously complicated. If you plan too little you look like the jerk who doesn’t care about his birthday, but if you do too much you look like the psychopath who planned a romantic getaway complete with rose petals on the bed for the guy who barely knows your middle name. It’s honestly a loose-loose. I settled for dinner at a nice Italian restaurant and a small gift with a “golden birthday” theme. Was it too much? Was it too little? I’m choosing not to over-think it anymore as my panic attack quota for the week is already filled.
Yesterday I got my makeup done at Sephora my pretty little Coffee beans. There is seriously nothing that makes me feel more fabulous than having my face recreated and beautified for me (because I can’t do it myself to save my life). The cutest little pink haired doe eyed my little pony girl painted my face all up for me yesterday. I fell in love with her. Like seriously, she’s my new girl crush and I wish I could make her my pink haired BFF. I literally told her “Make me look like a Victoria’s Secret Angel Barbie Princess” and she somehow knew just what to do. Some of my favorite products she used on me were the Dior Airflash foundation (although I don’t use foundation on a daily basis it was perfect for my romantic dinner), this perfect golden barbie beach goddess blush and the most shimmery Bare Minerals eye color. I’ll tell you for a girl whose daily makeup routine involves mascara and lotion I truly adore any excuse to feel like a Hollywood starlet.
Here are my questions for you this week pretty peaches!
-If you could have a coffee date with anyone who has ever lived who would you choose? And for fun what do you think they would order?
-Have you listened to “Shake it off”? Are you as obsessed as me (don’t worry it’s okay if you’re not)?
-But seriously what would you get for a guy you are abandoning for 3 months? WHY ARE GUYS SO TOUGH TO BUY FOR?
-Do you have any AMAZING beauty products to recommend? Do you look for any excuse to get the glamourous star treatment or is that just me?
Thanks for stopping by and not giving me the “Worst Blogger of the Year” award just yet. Just know that I would rather be blogging than curling up in the fetal position stress crying but sometimes fetal anxiety attacks are fully necessary.