Thursday, April 21, 2011

Makeup, or making up?

ahh...makeup. the perfect way to hide all those little flaws. but really? its cheating. covering up a little zit is fine. or a little mascara to add a little umph to those lashes. but so much cover up you look like your face is made of cake? yuck. so much eyeliner you look like a freaking raccoon? ew. and lipgloss every day? honestly, who do you think you are? get over yourself and trying rocking the el-natural look. its wayy more flattering. being covering up your body is pathetic. own up to what you've got. if you must, pick one thing to use. like a little mascara. or a touch of eyeliner. you'll end up feeling better about yourself knowing that ur not covering up everything. 


wake up barbie, you look better natural.
xoxo,
the perfect teen

The Party Scene

Alright ladies, lets face it. Partying is fun. Its amazing to let loose and be care free. But the sad reality is that someone is always watching you. No matter if its the teacher supervising the dance or even that bitchy girl who looves gossiping about you.. theyre going to form opinions. and they may not be to pretty. and 87% those opinions get shared with their friends, and then their friend's friends, and then the whole school knows about you grinding up against alllll those guys. seems greeaat at the moment, but its not worth gettin freaky with quite that many bnoys. so lets keep it classy, mmkay? dont get drunk out of your mind if no one else is. nobody wants to be the sloppy girl. and lets face it.. pot? ew. t-r-a-s-h-y. it may seem like a cool way to chill out or something.. but do you really want to be THAT girl? the 14 year old druggie.. who has nothing going for her and is going to end up homeless with no teeth. not really, but you get my point. so next time ur at a party.. keep the drinks limited. avoid the pot.. say you're deathly allergic or something. and make sure you can walk out on your own without needing the support of someone else. and no throwing up in public. 


keep it classy girls.
xoxo,
the perfect teen