Yeah, Ellen's eye makeup was amazing.

I got someone good at makeup to give me smokey eyes and it just looked silly. Curse of the half-epicanthic foldness gotten from my mother, I think. I mostly stick to a standard shades of beige/gold/brown thing for going out, and nothing more than tidied and darkened brows for daytime. If that. Mostly not even that.

I feel like I need to go to cosmetics university. I can do myself up, but I never have any confidence, and can't be bothered most of the time. Also, I look better fresh faced. The smouldering look, which I love on other people, always looks more sort of tawdry and pathetic on me (to me, anyhow).

I'm actually half convinced that half the negative perceptions of regions come simply from different communication styles and the misunderstandings that ensue. Once you figure out the modes, people are pretty much just people.

After living in NC for a couple years, I drove back home to the southwest. At first, I though people were getting unfriendlier as I got further west. But then I realized, nope. Just very different small-talk/communication patterns. Being friendly in NC was chatting incessently cheerfully about impersonal minutae (or sharing harmless details about yourself.) Further west, being friendly was keeping words to a minimum and going about your business with a minimum of impact and fuss. That stoic independent thing. It was funny.

B'more is very southern in that respect.

I freaked out the first time I was in a long line at a store in the DC area, and the cashier was still chatting with each and every customer. Come ON. LET'S MOVE, PEOPLE!!

This is why I can't live in the south.

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Just half the people who live there.

Pfft. Yeah, but that half all lives in New Jersey.

Jello and Coke were had because they were cool and he is burning up.

Stupidly hormoney me just watched Oprah about kids in Ghana sold into slavery and then rescued and I am a cry-y mess and had to run in 8 million times to make sure mac is breathing and to hug him and honestly I could not be more ridiculous.

I embraced the chatty thing. People are interesting. Even when I hate them.

msbelle, you're almost as adorable as mac.

Okay, I gotta go make myself some Milo and curl back up with the heating pad.

Stupidly hormoney me just watched Oprah about kids in Ghana sold into slavery and then rescued

DON'T DO THAT! It's like moms with newborns who should never watch baby-in-jeopary tv shows!

Hug him for me too one of those times.

I freaked out the first time I was in a long line at a store in the DC area, and the cashier was still chatting with each and every customer. Come ON. LET'S MOVE, PEOPLE!!

S has told me repeatedly that my lack of interest in telephone small talk, agitation at small delays, and general hyperactive need to do things and be done with them rather than just relaxing and enjoying the view, would be interpreted as "typical rude Northerner behaviour" by Texans.