Girly tomboy hypocrite

So today I start my first day of work at the Body Shop, and I realized I am doing exactly what I have told myself I shouldn't be doing: I am judging my fellow employees and the clientele prematurely. Everyone I have met so far at the Body Shop has seemed fully competent, very helpful, and kind. Yet, I am still joking around about putting on a fake, girlier personality to be a believable salesperson in a store full of beauty products. I'm full of it, and I'm stopping that now. So here's the facts as I see them

-I, admittedly, feel that seven items of makeup everyday is a lot of makeup. However, I understand the reason for the makeup requirement. For starters, how can we legitimately sell products we don't know much about and have no personal experience with? Having used the Body Shop products over the last couple days, I know I am going in with at least my experiences to go on for the first few days until I get educated about the rest of the store. Furthermore, I have to admit...it's good makeup. I love what it does for my skin, and they have some great neutral colour choices, so I won't look like a baby prostitute, which could really be possible wearing so much makeup. The items also don't feel heavy. Body Shop makeup gets an A in my book.
2. I have a huge tomboy side. I love to watch football, hockey, and soccer. I love to play poker. I curse...a lot. I live in t-shirts and jeans. However. I am being a bit of a hypocrite pretending that I am not the kind of person who shops at the body shop. I used to love their lipgloss and body butter lines, and I only stopped using them because the Strongsville location closed. On top of that, I wear some makeup nearly everyday, even if it is just concealer and mascara.
3. I am smart. I am capable. I also love to buy flavoured lipgloss, smell nice, and feel good about how I look.
4. The Body Shop and I might be a very good fit afterall.

Product reviews are certain to follow after I get educated about the products. Until then,

Your pedicure loving, action movie attending writer.

Part-time, part safe

I got an offer for a part time job today at the natural beauty company The Body Shop, which is good news because I am running into dire straights for money. I will still need to find another job because working 20 or so hours a week will not be enough to pay my bills longterm, but I have to be grateful for finding something because now I will not be homeless.

On top of that, Angela and I are going to go stuff our faces with a certain secret dinner food at a bug and fruit themed restaurant tonight, so I really cannot complain today. Potterfest continues tonight at my apartment at 9 (the fourth film), and then a group is going to see the sixth one tomorrow night at midnight, woooo!!!

On today's agenda: vacuuming? (maybe later....), reading for awhile, postponing thinking about grad school and narrowing my choices.

Today's theme: Chin up buttercup, I insist.

Finding my sea-internet legs...

For those of you wondering, my sea-internet legs are my jelly-locked knees, resulting from my nerves about stumbling onto the internet to post my thoughts for the world to peruse. While it would be lovely to get a band of readers and devoted friends to read this, I think it will serve me well to sort my thoughts out on well...not paper. Ultimately, writing is what I do, and I love to read. Blogging seems like a good fit for those interests. So welcome to my world; I hope you enjoy the ride as much I do.

Yesterday was such a good day. I spent all day on Kelley's island with my boyfriend (Travis) and his family (they own property on the island). We took a long bike ride around the coast of the island. The scenery was stunning, the bike ride was painful, and all-in-all, things were wonderful. Afterward, we went swimming in the lake to cool off and ended the night walking around town and roasting a single smore by the campfire. I couldn't have created a better day, really. I love lakes, smores, campfires, and beautiful scenery, so it was a winning combination. I wore 50 sunscreen, and I still managed to get burned across my nose and my freckles are forming colonies and planning a mutiny--thanks Ireland!

Today, in contrast, was a lot like a camel--it had its ups and downs. I started off the morning nearly finishing the third season of lost and grocery shopping, which was painful because it reminded me about the fact that I have to find a job soon because I am really running out of money. I cleaned just about the whole apartment, sent out some more resumes, hit Taco Bell with Danielle, and baked two pans of shortcake.

Onto another post-graduate day tomorrow. I have an early job interview with an insurance company, which I'm not optimistic about, but I'll give it a decent shot.

Okay college graduate, enter the world.