Jules, that one talented MAC makeup artist who always gets to turn my face into a hot and sexy beast, is doing me a huge favor by doing my makeup once more for a Lady Gaga concert I am going to attend tomorrow.

The face a mother can't even love

As seen in the photos, Jules was doing a “makeup test run” before the big day.  Since we planned to go to dinner right after, she told me that I HAD to keep the makeup on for all the hard work she’s done.  HA! And I did. We went to a seafood/crawfish restaurant while I had the skull face. When we arrived, there were (obviously) a lot of stares. Kids couldn’t stop pointing at me to their parents–but thank god none of the kids were crying. Some even took photos of me without my consent like I was a walking tourist attraction. The teenage girls who walked passed me couldn’t stop giggling. And one waitress asked me if I was at Disneyland prior to this.

The attention I had garnered throughout the night didn’t really bother me as much as my mom’s reaction. Apparently, when she saw the photos of me in the skull makeup, she told my sister that she will pray for me. This really chapped my ass for so many reasons you wouldn’t even believe.

It wasn’t the first time she had overreacted either;  once I made myself look like a zombie (a really cool one too) for a non-Halloween occasion and mom nearly disowned me, constantly asking herself what kind of food she ate while she was pregnant with me that might’ve caused me to “be this way”.

I was born this way...a tuxedo-wearing-skull-faced-individual that is.

My mom has gotten herself pretty convinced that she has the worst daughter in the world, simply because I’m into “monsters” and dressing up as them. I mean, hey let’s be “fair” and “reasonable” here by COMPLETELY forgetting if there are any bad habits or behaviors that accompany this (and there aren’t).

I’m not saying I’m a perfect little angel, but I can assure you that I’m a pretty darn good kid overall–and I can think of a long list that’s far more worse than painting your face for a fun, once-in-a-blue-moon occasion.

Luckily, I’m a young adult now so her opinions don’t really affect me anymore. However, I’d really like to say that if you do have a teenager at home, don’t focus on the little things that may upset you such as your child wearing black or painting a skull face! Ask yourself if there are any negative behaviors accompanying it. So look at the big picture before you decide to jump and tackle every taste, policy or low-level-risk-taking adventure, or else you run the risk of failing an important goal as a parent, which is to let your kid develop a unique and healthy identity…because you were BORN THIS WAY baby!

(Yeah, sorry about the last part, I’m just excited about the concert!)

I kept on forgetting to take my camera home which was laying around at my boyfriend’s for a week. Photos kept on piling up, but today, I remembered; everything’s finally uploaded and now all is well in the camera-uploading-world…

^Here’s a sweet predator poster I bought as a wedding gift for a close friend. It is quite possibly the cooling wedding gift I’ve given thus far. It was so cool, I was tempted to keep it for myself and just buy like a candle holder for them instead.

^We attended a friend’s housewarming party where everyone was SUPPOSE to wear a costume. I was dressed up as a generic vampire who slays other bad vampires (think Blade!!). The white contact lenses were totally fun to wear. They were originally for my Mortal Kombat costume–which I haven’t finished making yet–though when it’s done I’ll probably wear it for the next Comic-Con.

^So there’s this Thai Buddhist temple somewhere in north of Hollywood, and every Sunday they throw this lunch thing where they make really affordable yet amazing Thai food and everybody is invited! Their insanely mouthwatery deep fried bananas are out of this world, I can’t even eat normal bananas anymore–it HAS to be their bananas, deep fried. Ty.

^And for the last photo, I wish I didn’t use flash on this one ’cause it’s a bit hard to tell what it is, but it’s really just a shitty car completely decked out with Louis Vuitton print, head to toe. Only in Hollywood people!

Will update more on life later, for now, two very important things of kickassery:

1. I went to Comic-Con International in San Diego for my second time, and I’ve finally did what I’ve always wanted to do…costume play! Yeah, that’s right, I’m a grown-up and I dressed up for a geek convention…and I liked it.

I was dressed up as the female counterpart of Kakashi from Naruto.  My buddy, Pris, was dressed as the female Joker (her makeup looked friggen’ SICK), and my other buddy, Jason, was also a Naruto character.  The two other guys, Mina (Pris’s fiance) and Matt (my boyfriend), were dressed up as humans. Original? I think so.

I had a blast.  I saw other cool geeks dressed up.  I saw lots of cool gizmos and gadgets.  And since I was dressed up, a lot of people took photos with me.  There was a point where I was alone, and just out of the blue, people, in large groups, were taking photos of me, complimenting on my costume and my red “sharingan” contact.  I never had this kind of “celebrity” treatment before, and I ain’t gotta lie, it felt kind of nice to be noticed and to have the flash going off in your face as if you were getting mauled by the paparazzi.

The downside of this experience was not being able to go to a panel, namely The Big Bang Theory sitcom.  Also, my ninja mask.  I was sweating profusely in there.  And I wore the mask prior to the convention so much (for fun) that it loosened up, and I had to tape it inside during the event. Gah.

All in all, it was fun, and I got to spend it with my closest friends.  I certainly can’t wait to attend and dress up for Comic-Con 2010. Shwing!

2. Last night, I had my sister cut a huge portion of my hair so I can give it away.  My new do is very bold and obviously, very drastic, but I’m really in love with my new haircut.  It’s different!

Do I miss it?

Not even.  Hell, I’d even cut it up eyes, but since my face is kind of prominent with a bit of a masculine touch, people might mistaken me for a dude, or a lesbian.