I hate football. Actually, I’m not a fan of most activities that include guys running, jumping, leaping around after other guys and
their balls, aside from observing the tight ends and stuff.
Well not entirely true, I don’t mind basketball. That’s ok to watch. But on the most part, I don’t get the allure of a sporting event or the rivalry that goes along with it. I mean, who cares. Someone wins. Someone loses. It’s all fun and games until someone loses an eye or breaks their spinal cord.
Well, I happen to think it is. But then again, I would much rather go watch a ballet or listen to an opera. Typically, the guys who like to participate in spectator sports aren’t very fond of either of those.
Today…is annoying me. Twitter and Facebook. I can’t go on either one of them. Go Blue. Go Green. Go Spartans. Go Blue and Maize. Go fuck off.
Shhhh…stop it. You’re making my sinus headache worse.
I don’t care who wins. In fact, it’s on my list of things I could care less about. And, I care so less about football that it isn’t even at the top of my could care less list. It’s at the very, very way bottom. Alongside what to make for dinner. Or, folding laundry.
Yeah. No. Not interested.
I’ll tell you what I do care about. Today, in particular.
I went to the Say Boo To The Flu event that I was invited to (post will be up on Monday). The instructions asked that we try to come in costume, because it was a Halloween themed event to promote flu shots.
I don’t have a costume in an adult size. I was doubtful that the kids ninja or the power ranger costume from the last couple of years would even fit over my calf.
So, as I was drying my hair(I even showered for this event, seeing as I was one of 3 bloggers invited. I know!), I had this idea. I would put glitter on, thickly. And, I would dress up as a Twilight vampire.
Now, I glisten, glitter and sparkle in the sun. In theory, it’s a lovely concept. What girl doesn’t like to glisten, glitter and sparkle?
Like a freaking Twilight vampire.
Except, the shit won’t wash off. It’s like the individual sparkles grew roots and attached to my skin. I’m actually morphing into a Twilight character, watch out Bella, there’s a new bitch in town.
I’m stuck glistening, glittering and sparkling. Potentially for all eternity.
Quite frankly, I don’t really want to.
It’s somewhat embarrassing outside of a Halloween themed event unless it’s strictly on my eyelids (because yeah, it’s heavy duty sparkle eyeshadow by Urban Decay). And yes, I already showered. I still sparkle. Glisten. Glitter.
And, to make matters worse, no one at the event noticed. They probably thought that I wear my make up like this every day. UGH.
I’m going to walk around looking like a Twilight vampire wanna-be/fanatic for the rest of the day, and perhaps the rest of my natural life.
That’s what I care about today. Kinda.
Go Blue. And glitter.