Forty-eighth day of work selfie

So I finally shaved my legs.  After, well, let’s just say a while.  I went out for a friend’s birthday on Saturday and the weather was nice over the weekend, so I figured it was finally time.  It’s always such an ordeal.  I got this Remington electric razor from Walmart because I go through so many disposable ones and always manage to cut myself.  Unfortunately it turned out not to be that great.  I feel like maybe I should’ve gotten waxed instead because I waited so long but oh well.  Throughout my teen years, I tried literally every hair removal product you can imagine, and it turns out I’m allergic to all of them.  Nair, Neet, Veet, you name it.  My skin has such a bad reaction that it ends up looking worse than if I’d just left the hair on it.  I’ve considered laser hair removal, but it’s crazy expensive, and I’ve also been told that it can cause discolouration because my skin is darker.  As for waxing, for the amount of wax that I would need for my legs, it’s just not cost effective.  So yeah.  Razors.

Of course, it turns out, now that my legs were finally hair-free (or somewhat, I missed a few spots, and it’s growing back already), the weather would be cold and rainy.  But that won’t stop me from wearing dressing and exposing my legs because I can.  When I went to work on Monday, my dad was like “Isn’t it too cold for your outfit?” but I didn’t care.  I got this dress at Ross Dress for Less in the States and this red sweater from Sears at Richmond Centre before it closed down.  My necklace and ring are from UBC, my earrings are from Claire’s, and my bracelet is from Dollarama.  I also painted my nails (badly) on the weekend, but alas, they are already chipping.  I also straightened my hair on the weekend for the first time in a while.  I used that as my excuse for not going to yoga on Sunday, because I didn’t want to have to wash my hair after and ruin the straightness.  Even though it’s no longer as straight now as it was on Saturday, it’s still better than the natural frizz that’s usually present.

I got a pedicure

After a long day of working and volunteering, I decided to treat myself to a pedicure.  Well also, I bought a voucher from TastyGo a while ago that I had yet to use.  I tend to have a bit of a problem when it comes to purchasing online deals like Groupons, Indulge Living dealsSocialShopper deals, and so on and so forth.  I mean, I forgot I even had a TastyGo account.  And then I always end up checking my accounts at the last minute and realizing that I have a voucher that will soon expire.  This particular one expires in June.  However, I have another pedicure voucher from TeamBuy that also expires in June.  So I had to use one of them now.

The place I went today was Illusion Studio and Spa on West Broadway.  It was nice there. I picked out my polish, and then made my way over to the chair.  In the past I’ve often opted for red polish, because it’s just so classic, but lately I’ve been opening up my colour choices.  I thought a bright blue would be nice for spring.  And I think it was a good decision.  I tested a few shades of blue on my nail, only to realize there was a piece of paper sitting on the counter designated for colour testing.  Oh well.

I think I picked a good colour

I liked the set up they have there, because my chair was faced in good view of the TV.  At first I was disappointed because I thought that the chair was not a massage chair.  And then I noticed the remote carefully hidden at the side and retrieved it as soon as I made this discovery.  I love those massage chairs, pressing random buttons even though you’re never really sure what exactly they’re going to do.  Do they sell those things to normal people, or only supply them at salons?  Because I want one.  At some point the massage chair stopped massaging and it took me a while to notice before starting it up again.  But I did stop it while she was doing the nail art, as the vibration may have caused some disruption.

The TV was on the Food Network.  I think if you’re going to have the channel on the Food Network, you should also have some food available for the people watching.  It’s the decent thing to do.  The show that happened to be on was Family Cook Off, a show I had never watched before, nor will I ever watch it again.  It’s basically two families cooking an entree and a dessert and then the two judges give them points and whichever family has the most points wins the “coveted golden frying pan” and $1000 worth of groceries.  I don’t know why but that seems like kind of a lame prize to me.  I mean I’d rather have the $1000 so I can go buy my own groceries.  Cause I’ll bet the $1000 worth of groceries they get weren’t on sale.  The host of the show is super annoying.  She just keeps bothering the contestants as they’re trying to cook and asking them stupid questions.  The episode I saw was a family of kids against a family of old people.  The kids won.  That’s all I have to say about it.

Pretty nail art that I could never do

So back to my pedicure.  I usually don’t get nail art, but the voucher I bought included it.  Score.  I am quite happy with the outcome.  I don’t get pedicures very often, but in the past I’ve had some where they didn’t look that much better than if I had attempted it myself.  Okay, that’s not true, any attempts of mine would be far worse than anything a professional or a normal person could accomplish.  Or anything a drunk or otherwise incompetent person could accomplish.  But some were never really anything special.  This time, they came out pretty and professional looking, and like they’ll last.

For some reason, the woman beside me got a nail dryer after her pedicure to speed up the drying process.  I did not.  I was just left to sit there and let them air dry in their own sweet time.  But I didn’t complain.  It allowed me more time to sit and watch TV in my massage chair.  No complaints there.  I’m pretty sure the staff there made fun of me in another language, but I think that happens to me pretty much at any salon or spa I go to ever.  Or maybe I’m just paranoid.  But she painted my nails so pretty that I don’t care either way.

Not a weather appropriate footwear choice

I brought flip flops to wear after, as you’re supposed to do.  But unfortunately for me, I was taking public transit and it was cold and raining outside.  I probably looked like an idiot with my rain coat, umbrella, and flip flops.  Not exactly weather appropriate footwear.  But whatever.  Why hide a good pedicure?  And it wasn’t terribly cold.  Although my last bus was late so I was standing outside longer than I had expected.  But I figured that if my toes were to turn blue from the cold, they would at least match my toenails.

I am wearing socks right now, so I can’t see the beauty of my toenails at the moment.  Because it’s cold.  And tomorrow I will likely wear boots because it’s supposed to rain.  And the day after that, closed toed shoes of some kind because it might still be cold.  But damn it when the sun is shining and the weather is nice, I will wear my flip flops proudly once again.  Also, the Army & Navy shoe sale starts next week, so at least my feet will look good as I’m trying on shoes.

My feet will look good in so many shoes now

I have a sore throat

I would like to apologize for the time lag between my posts as of late.  I let about a week go by without posting anything.  On here I mean.  I’m constantly posting on Facebook and Twitter, nothing can slow that down.  But I’ve neglected my blog a little and that’s unacceptable.  I remember a time not too long ago when I would write daily blog posts.  Now it’s more like weekly blog posts.  I fear at some point it will be monthly blog posts.  And then shortly after, the blog will just die.  Let’s hope that doesn’t happen.

In my defense, I’ve had a sore throat, so I haven’t felt like saying much.  And yes, I do realize that this should have no impact whatsoever on my ability to blog, as blogging does not require talking, only typing.  And I’m an excellent typist.  My throat is sore.  My fingers are fine.  I remember once my dad bought me this Mavis Beacon teaches typing thing.  No, that’s not what helped me.  That thing was bullshit, I hated it.  I think I acquired my superb typing speed from sending emails and typing on msn.  No, I don’t know how many words per minute I can type.  A lot?  I mean who actually sits with a stop watch and times themselves as they type?  Maybe I should do that…

I suppose the only way I’d be able to use a sore throat as an excuse for my lack of blogging would be if I used one of those voice activated program things to dictate what I want to say and then the program types it out for you.  But I don’t.  Or if I hired a stenographer for my blogs.  But I don’t do that either.  I just type them out.  And I don’t think out loud or say a word as I do.  So yeah.  The sore throat was not a valid excuse.  But it’s my blog.  So I don’t need a valid excuse.  I can use an invalid one if I feel like it.

But I suppose you could infer that if I ha a sore throat, I was probably a little sick, and therefore not feeling 100%.  Well technically I’m never feeling 100%, let’s be honest.  Does anyone actually ever feel 100%?  I’m usually 80% at best.  Okay, maybe 86%?  I’ll say that much, because in high school 86% was an A grade.  So yeah.  But right now I feel more like 70%.  I don’t know, I was never good at math.  The point is, I wasn’t feel that great, and therefore didn’t feel like blogging.  Because if I don’t feel good, how am I supposed to write a good blog post?  Well I guess I could just fake it and you wouldn’t know.  But I’d rather it be real.

So I guess I’ll start posting more frequently again.  Maybe.  We’ll see how it goes.  I’ll see how I’m feeling.  I could really use a manicure.  I always could, my nails are in terrible shape.  How do you suppose that would affect my typing?  Would that interfere with my ability to blog?  So many things can have an impact these days.  But as for my throat, I’ll take some Halls and hopefully it won’t be sore anymore.

I fail at nails

I fail at a lot of things quite frankly.  Some important, some trivial.  Failing at nails is trivial.  But it is especially frustrating because of the fact that it’s something so simple.  I am terrible at painting my nails.  I don’t know why.  It’s something I never mastered.  I’m like a little kid who just can’t colour in between the lines.  Little girls could paint nails better than I can.  Little boys could probably paint nails better than I can.

How do I manage to mess up something so painfully easy?  I don’t know, it just happens.  I start out fine, but then the brush slips and the polish gets onto the skin surrounding my nail in addition to the nail itself.  And I try to correct this but to no avail.  One time my friend took a look at my nails and asked me if I was drunk when I painted them.  Sadly, I was not.  I was completely sober.  Just incompetent.  Maybe being drunk would’ve even made an improvement somehow, that’s how bad they were.

Maybe I need to invest in better nail polish.  Nowadays I try to only use the quick dry ones.  Because the painting of them isn’t actually the biggest problem.  On occasion I can somehow manage to do a decent job of it.  It’s waiting for them to dry that kills me.  I always, always touch something before they’re dry, and the results are never good.  I guess I just don’t have the patience for it.  I try to be careful, I really do.  Often times I don’t even touch anything but the polish still gets smudged and I don’t know how it happened.  Sometimes while closing the bottle of nail polish, my nail hits the bottle and that’s the end of it.  And when I try to fix it, it just doesn’t look right and only makes things worse.

I went to a private school for both elementary and high school, where we were not allowed to wear nail polish.  Which I always thought was stupid.  I think being deprived of my desire to paint my nails regularly for 13 years probably contributed to my failing at it today.  If I wanted to paint my nails, it would have to be on the weekend, and then I’d be forced to remove it by Monday morning.  I can recall times when I forgot to do so, and spent the day hiding my nails so as not to get in trouble.

After painting badly and getting smudged after touching things, my nails come out looking mediocre at best.  Which I am sometimes okay with.  Not proud of, but okay with.  But even mediocrity doesn’t last.  After a few days, they begin to chip.  Badly.  And I can always put on additional coats and repaint to try and salvage them, but sometimes I’m too lazy or I wait too long.  I let things get out of hand.  And then my nails are just horribly chipped, with little bits of colour hanging on for dear life.  But I don’t even bother to get out the nail polish remover to put them out of their misery.  I let them linger in a disheveled state of shame until I suddenly feel inspired to remove what’s left and try again.

I’ve heard there’s this new shellac nail polish that lasts longer.  Perhaps if I tried that, I could avoid the problem of chipping?  But since it’s me, I feel like I would somehow still screw it up.  I suppose I could splurge and get them done at the salon, but then I feel even worse when I accidentally let it chip, because now I’m losing money, not just polish.  I just can’t win.  In my school days, I would hide my nails to avoid getting in trouble.  Today, I hide my nails to avoid the shame.