Organicism

I've had really bad skin for ...well... as long as I can remember. It's left me with lots of scarring and made me pretty unhappy with the way I look without makeup.  So, of course, I usually wear tons of makeup.  Not like OMG I'm a drag queen (although sometimes... but that's a different story) But I wear the works: foundation, concealer, powder, blush, eyeliner, eyeshadow, mascara, eye pencil, lipstick, and then a setting spray.  It's really become an addiction.  But then I thought, "hey self, what if this makeup is what's making your skin suck?"  and then I answered myself.  I said "Self, you're probably right.  Let's try something new!"  So I am.  I'm trying something new

I finished off my bottle of foundation (because I couldn't bear to waste it. stuff's expensive ya know!) and then I went out and bought all new.  I got Physicians Formula, the organic line.  Powder, blush, and a tinted moisturizer.  2/3 which happened to be on sale at 75% off. HECK YEAH! Anyway, I've been wearing that.  The powder really covers a lot better than I had anticipated. 

Also, I've been giving myself honey facials.  Never underestimate the power of the bee!  I had a thought one night that honey is good for everything, so I got on trusty google, and lo! and behold! People have been using it for skin treatment since Cleopatra.  And those Egyptians know what's up!  So every other night I smear honey on my face and let it there for about a half hour.  It's nice because if it gets on my lips I can lick it off and that's just yuuum.

Anyway, I can't exactly say for sure that this is all working.  But I can say that this morning when I woke up and looked in the mirror, I actually thought I looked cute.  Yeah, cute! Not scary or anything.  My skin looked pretty darn good.  Not perfect, that's a while away yet, but I'll take all the improvement I can get.

Yay for being an organic organism.  ORGANICISMS ROCK!

Princess Signing Off

P.S. Harry, I'm getting prettier, does that mean you'll marry me yet?

Theory of a Princess

Ok folks, it's confession time. Now I know this my come as a surprise to you but, I don't know who I am.  That is, I can't define Shaunna.  In my life, loads of people will ask me to tell them about myself, or to describe myself in so many words.  I'm actually not all that interested in these personal ad type of situtations.  How is somebody expected to make a decision about me based on a few words that I think, just maybe, might describe me?  Fun, loyal, good with children, house broken. 

Most define themselves as what they do.  But what you do is not who you are.  I study communication but I am not communication, I work at Hot Topic but I am not just an employee... so what am I?  It is possible to build up a framework of who a person should be based on their history and traits, but this cannot always predict how they are going to react or feel about something.  People are complex beings that are constantly changing. 

For example somebody could look at me and say that I am:

• a girl in her early 20s
• a college student studying theatre
• a keyholder at a retail store
• a little eccentric
• loud

From these things that are observed about me without getting to know me, many people make assumptions as to my feelings about certain issues, and even my sexuality.
So let me clear up the common misconceptions regarding that that is Shaunna

• No I am not a lesbian
• No I do not sacrifice small animals
• No I do not want to become a famous actress
• and no I do not try to be different from everybody else

I do what I like, and what feels right to me at the moment, as we all should.  I go through phases of life that, while they may not last, impact who I am as a person.  Do not let society try to define you, because how can you define something that is in a constant state of change.

What if people would ask us to, instead of define ourselves, to theorize about ourselves?  Theories are constantly changing and adapting to new circumstances, can be proved wrong or right, but are never set in stone. 

So here is my current theory on who I am:  I am a loving friendly girl with faith and hope beyond measure.  Loyal to those that are loyal to me, and bitchy to those that deserve it.  My spirit is too big for my body, and loves too fully, and without thought.

This is me for now, who knows what I will be next. 
I'm never the same person when I go to sleep as when I wake up

Peace, Love, and Potions
The Princess Signing Off

P.S. Prince Harry, if you're reading this, I know you and Chelsey are back together, but my offer still stands.

Have You Ever Done Something...

Have you ever done something that society tells you to be ashamed of, but you just can't bring yourself to feel bad about it? I'm beginning to feel bad because I don't feel bad. Does this mean that I DO feel bad about it? I'm confused.

Today

Have you ever seen a more beautiful day than today? Yes, it's cold; yes, it's raining. That's not what I mean. Sure the weather has an effect on our mood, but why let rain get you down? Today is beautiful because we make it that way. Look around. Where are you? Could it be worse?

What I'm saying is our attitude on life and our attitude toward ourselves are what make our life miserable or blissful. Yes, we all go through trials. Terrible things happen to everyone, sometimes all at once. But, they'll only make you a stronger, and better person. Instead of dwelling on the negative, why not just be happy? Smile at somebody. They'll smile back, and if they don't who cares? Love yourself. You're pretty dang awesome right? You know it; I know it. Now show the world! Do little things to remind everybody why you rock. Tell a joke, compliment somebody, sing. It doesn't matter what you do... JUST DO IT!

embrace today. it's beautiful.


signing off...
captain shaunna

Do Princes Really Have to be Politically Correct?

Alright, so my love Prince Harry has gotten himself into a bit of trouble again. And all I want to know is, what's the big deal?

Haz is going to be taking an "equality and diversity awareness" class that will be payed for by the British tax payers. Not on his own accord, but through orders of his regiment. Why? Well, Harry referred to his Afghani friend as an "Affy". Apparently, Harry was being racist.

ARE YOU FREAKING SERIOUS?

how many times have we had a nick-name for our friends that had to do with our backgrounds or physical appearance? It's just a part of life. There is no reason for Harry to take this course. Political correctness is ruining good friendly fun. It's taking away our thoughts, or at least controling them. How can we fully express ourselves if we are constantly concerned with offending the weaker beings? If they can't toughen up and deal with it, they deserve to be offended.

Life Has Changed A Lot

well, I'm not sure where to start. i'm a different girl than i was the last time i blogged.

I'm finally happy with school. I switched over to a Theatre major, so I'm actually learning about something that I care about. Been helping out with the play Two Gentlemen of Verona. And by helping out i mean i've been babysitting the dog during the show... she's a diva.

oh yeah, and i'm in love. It's strange because I never saw it coming... well i guess i did, but not immediately. I've been dating Chris for just about 4 months now. He picked me, no idea why, but i'm glad he did. I wasn't lying when i told guys that i didn't date. It was true, so if your reading this, and i've hurt your feelings, i didn't mean to. i was never really sure why i didn't date, until chris happened. then i realised that i was just waiting for him. alright enough of this sappy crap!

On 11 November, my house caught on fire. It wasn't burnt entirely to the ground, but it may as well have been. It is still in the process of being rebuilt, which makes no sense to me because they put up new houses in a week in those new developments, but then again, maybe i'm stupid. So i'm living in an appartment three blocks away from home. My nan's best friend lives downstairs, its her house. I don't really mind except that it makes it hard to forget that we're living in somebody else's house when she comes up the stairs to go to her attic or other things like that. Hopefully we'll be back home by early spring, but i don't know. The siding has been half-way done for a week or so, and they haven't done anything inside since then either. there are no upstairs walls yet, and i'm not sure what all has to be done. *sigh* oh well.

alas.

So I was going to do a myspace survey, but then i realised that they all ask the same questions, and anybody who cares enough to read it, already knows my answers. So, i've decided to waste my time on something more productive. Writing in my diary, that nobody else can read, except for of course anybody with the internet and the patience.

So I was getting attatched to this boy that I call jenny, which if anybody from work reads this, they'll know exactly who i mean but i don't really care anymore. but jenny is 17 and going off to college. I'm kinda sad about both of those things, I mean he's jailbait, and i don't get to see him anymore? How fair is that? He says i'll see him again, but things never turn out that way.

I guess the thing is, i'm starting to think that maybe this perpetually single thing isn't working out for me. All my friends have somebody, so when we hang out, i'm always the odd girl out. Finding a guy who comes close to being worthy of me, and is in the slightest bit interested, is harder than it seems. I mean, honestly, why is it always the ugly ones that are ballsy enough to say things to me? And when there's somebody that I'm comfortable with, and vise versa, they always leave. Whether temporary or long term, it's always long enough to make things awkward when i see them again.

damn. I quit.