This made me so bummed when I read it earlier. I was having a bad day already and then I see my favorite ladymag type website taking shots at my favorite handsome actor man.
At first, reading the title I thought maybe it would be a rumination on a strange personal connection with the LaBeouf, like someone who finds his guarded candor in interviews inordinately captivating, or who sympathizes with his backstory to a ridiculous degree when he talks about resenting someone for choosing a destructive lifestyle over being a parent, or admiring his IMMENSE hustle game.
But no, it’s just another person presenting the ~novel~ theory that Shia is being intentionally forced on an unwilling public by Spielberg. And expressing surprise that Shia and Meg totally got it on until the breakabreakadawn, which obviously means they never saw this picture:
Got my last couple of manicures at the nearest beauty school
They do a pretty good job! The artwork isn’t quite as clean as you expect from the typical nail shop but if you’re willing to let them practice on you, it’s a less expensive alternative. Tends to take awhile, though. Even so, I might be addicted. No surprise if I turn out to be there every week.
Plucked my eyebrows for the first time since The Incident
The Incident being me allowing a lady at a random manicure shop to wax my eyebrows, which resulted in a horrible reaction on my eyelids that lasted for a month. I think that after my efforts they came out sufficiently good enough to merit making my first GIF ever:
Now if I could just do something about my hair..sigh.
As it turns out, I ended up leaving early, not because I hated it, but because I ended up getting sick from a combination of stress and swirly camerawork. I really regretted having to leave, because I thought it was a really great film.
Plus, Brad Pitt being all dadly in horn-rimmed glasses and crewcut?
One more down in my quest to see every Quentin Tarantino/Robert Rodriguez movie at the New Bev. Since it was a midnight show, we went to Toi on Sunset for a late dinner beforehand. Crispy honey duck = love.
I was working a nautical/rockabilly kinda look, I thought I looked really cute. Didn’t get a great picture though:
I got my first one around a year ago. Here’s a shot from back then:
It’s an Immaculate Heart of Mary with my own twist. I cut back on the number of swords to emphasize the flowers, which are a purple rose and a pink lotus. Roses are traditionally depicted with the Immaculate Heart, and I just likes poiple. As for the lotus, it has a role in Buddhist symbolism as well as being a symbol of femininity and fertility. I see the Immaculate Heart playing a feminine yin to the masculine yang of the Sacred Heart of Jesus in my own personal lapsed Catholic/pagan/Buddhist spirituality.
So, I’ve been thinking about getting the matching Sacred Heart on my other shoulder, which was always in my mind as a possibility. But then if I do that, then I’m going to want to get a big calavera/sugar skull underneath to complete the picture. And then where does it end?!?
Having gotten a year’s pass to Disneyland for my birthday last year, I had just enough time to make one last trip to check out the new rides, Star Tours: The Adventure Continues and Ariel’s Undersea Adventure.
I was most excited about Ariel’s Adventure, and it was fun if a little disappointing. There were a few bugs during the ride, and only a couple of really truly OMG! moments. On the other hand, I think that being an OG Little Mermaid stan (6 times in the theater in kindergarten, holla) I would have impossibly high standards.
They had plenty of pins that were good enough for my high standards, however. Including these fancy pants ones that come with an art litho (bastards figured out a way to get me to pay even MORE for pins):
Found a few good pins to trade for, as well. I had an inkling that I already had the watermelon Mickey head and as it turned out, I do. NBD, although I have a ton of pins for trading still, and no plans or funds to go back to Disneyland any time soon.
I was in desperate need of a travel bag, so one trip to Walmart later I’m the proud owner of a new Caboodles “Le Sophistique” bag set (in the center below). If only I could have gotten one of the amazing old school ones I remember from my childhood, like the ones up there ^^^^^^ (I have looked on ebay, but not religiously or anything).
By the way, apparently Caboodles have the most wonderfully 80’s origin story ever: In 1986 People magazine ran a picture of Vanna White using a Plano Molding Company plastic tackle box to house her makeup, and the idea to create a cosmetic case line was born. Plano Molding Company launched Caboodles in 1987, simultaneously founding the “cosmetic organizers” category.
“With any of the Miley Cyrus shit, or any of that Vanessa Hudgens shit — I would never issue an apology for my life and for who I am. It’s like, Oh, I’m sorry I took a naked, private picture that someone is an asshole and sold for money. I’m sorry if someone else is a dick. No. You shouldn’t have to apologize. Someone betrayed Vanessa, but no one’s angry at that person. She had to apologize. I hate Disney for making her do that. Fuck Disney. Yeah, that was probably a bad move — they own everything. But it’s not right. They take these little girls, and they put them through entertainment school and teach them to sing and dance, and make them wear belly shirts, but they won’t allow them to be their own people. It makes me sick.”—
I love Megan Fox so much. I was reading reviews of her new straight-to-DVD movie and so many of the reviewers spend so much more time critiquing the “Megan Fox Brand” than saying anything about her actual performance. Frankly I think her willingness to say shit like this is what makes people so dismissive of her. Just see the notes on this post for evidence.