*stretchhhhh*
Vacations are officially my favourite thing about life. My chest is burnt, my eyes are glazed, and I'm on perma-drunk patrol, but for the first time in a long time, I can actually inhale at full lung capacity. Everything back home seems like a dream away, although I miss the people in it.
I've realized that I've become the girl I most avoided in my teen years. I woke up this morning and knocked over an array of beauty products off my bedside table. This is a sign of too many things that are required for my daily routine. Dristan, Lancome nightly moisturizer, Eye-con eye moisturizer, Cocoa Butter body lotion, Razzleberry lip conditioner, and a bottle of Vapour water(Vapour water, for those not in the know, is water that scientists have collected from clouds instead of ground water sources. In Canada, this prize is worth $2.98 for 500ml. In the States, a dollar for 3 litres. So it's a questionable value).
My bathroom hosts my hair and shower products: Blonde Serum, Root Awakening, brush, a comb, hair straightener, more moisturizer, Wired Hair gel, 3 different shampoos, 2 conditioners, 2 face washes (1 for deep cleansing and one foaming action that's not as abrasive), Dove body wash, a pouf, Satin Care shave gel in Flower Blossom, Venus razor (fyi, completely useless if trying to shave your business), hair pins, body mist spray in Cucumber Melon, and baby oil.
I hated rooming with girls who brought an entire army of products for a weekend away, and here I am, joining the ranks. I know I'm on vacation and it shouldn't matter what I look like, but I think that if one is blonde and not completely obese, one should make an effort to become somewhat of an eye candy display on the beach. You know?
Also, I finally have my own bathroom and think I should girlify it a little. Just for spite.
Vacations are officially my favourite thing about life. My chest is burnt, my eyes are glazed, and I'm on perma-drunk patrol, but for the first time in a long time, I can actually inhale at full lung capacity. Everything back home seems like a dream away, although I miss the people in it.
I've realized that I've become the girl I most avoided in my teen years. I woke up this morning and knocked over an array of beauty products off my bedside table. This is a sign of too many things that are required for my daily routine. Dristan, Lancome nightly moisturizer, Eye-con eye moisturizer, Cocoa Butter body lotion, Razzleberry lip conditioner, and a bottle of Vapour water(Vapour water, for those not in the know, is water that scientists have collected from clouds instead of ground water sources. In Canada, this prize is worth $2.98 for 500ml. In the States, a dollar for 3 litres. So it's a questionable value).
My bathroom hosts my hair and shower products: Blonde Serum, Root Awakening, brush, a comb, hair straightener, more moisturizer, Wired Hair gel, 3 different shampoos, 2 conditioners, 2 face washes (1 for deep cleansing and one foaming action that's not as abrasive), Dove body wash, a pouf, Satin Care shave gel in Flower Blossom, Venus razor (fyi, completely useless if trying to shave your business), hair pins, body mist spray in Cucumber Melon, and baby oil.
I hated rooming with girls who brought an entire army of products for a weekend away, and here I am, joining the ranks. I know I'm on vacation and it shouldn't matter what I look like, but I think that if one is blonde and not completely obese, one should make an effort to become somewhat of an eye candy display on the beach. You know?
Also, I finally have my own bathroom and think I should girlify it a little. Just for spite.
1 comment:
that's nothing. Remember Philidelphia??? lol You had to sleep in the guys' room because we fussed too much
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