The new norm

I anticipate this happening often/all the time. You'll probably get the "photo a day" photos all at once. Once a week. But hey, at least I can keep up with at least once a week. I can hopefully do more often. I have a lot on my plate at the moment...meaning midterms. Which I should be studying for. I'm permitted a 5 minute break tho, no?

You should be so incredibly proud of how often I'm taking pictures for you though. I mean, really. It's impressive. I manage to get a good(ish) picture EVERY. DAY. You should feel so so special.

That being said. Here we go. On a magical journey, through last week...

 Tuesday: This would be me trying to unwrap a starburst in my mouth. (Sorry, guys. I suck at this.) It dropped. And was so funny, I had to include it. 

 Autumn is sitting on the bed next to me. See her feetsies? She said something ridiculous. It made me laugh. Terder. Also, excuse the blurriness. 

 I got real bored in Seminary, so I drew Avatar arrows on my arms, and then added one of my forehead when I got home. 

 I went on a date on Friday. And this is what it looked like at the end. And it was so so SO much fun. 

I went to a dance on Saturday. And it wasn't all that fun...oh well. These are the lovely ladies I went with. And we're going to pretend it's just that angle that makes my legs look super fat. Thanks.

I didn't take one yesterday. Cuz it was Sunday. And I haven't taken todays yet, but I will. And I'll upload it...next time. ;)

I'm sorry I didn't give you summaries of my days. I'm much too tired. I'll give you an explanation.

Midterms.

Bye, ya'll. I gotta get my patooty to work. 

PS, I have a thousand(that's a lie) things to post on Thursday. If I can remember them all. I usually write them down(that's also a lie) but the ones that I don't, are fully committed to memory(opposite of truth).

PPS, fun fact. I have been unable to spell "opposite" correctly on the first try all day. I've had to type it a lot, yes. 

Applicable Song lyric of the day: "I'm running out of lies, and ways to say you died."

So the question is...

I know I've mentioned this before, in a similar post, but recently I've been contemplating this a lot. I mean, I'm a girl. We think about a few things. Boys, chocolate, and our appearance.
Ok, that's a lie. We think about 23420394578 things at once, but these are the most common.

Now, there is a LOT of pressure from the world on appearances. I mean, go look at ANY magazine. Do you see pictures of people with acne? Do you see people with dumb expressions and hobo clothes? No. So people, mainly teens, are pressured into looking a certain way. To follow the trends and dress like everyone else. And you feel like, to be beautiful, you have to do your hair/makeup a certain way, and you have to dress a certain way.
Before I go further I will point out that, yes, if you shower, put on a cute pair of underwear, a nice dress, and do your makeup, chances are that you'll feel more beautiful than if you didn't shower and wore sweats and your own filth.

And this brings me to my point...

There are occasions where I look like an absolute bum. I mean, it's one of those days when I refuse to look in a mirror. I'm breaking out, wearing zero makeup, no shower that morning, bangs pulled back, and wearing baggy and sorta stinky sweats. It's just not a good looking day. EVERY girl has those days. You just don't want to put forth the effort. And on these days we try not to let people see us, am I right girls? We hole up in our houses and ignore people. I have these days often, to put it lightly.
Very recently, there was a day like this. I felt disgusting. And I looked it. However, unexpectedly, I saw someone very close to me. A boy. ;) At first I was embarrassed, because I was aware of the way I looked. But the way this boy looked at me made me totally forget what I looked like. And after he left and I saw myself in the mirror I was appalled that I hadn't felt ugly for the few hours I'd been in his presence.
Another quick comment before I reveal my over-all point to you.
My mother and I were talking about what a "perfect being" would be. In some cultures, beauty looks different. In different ages, beauty looked VERY different. She pointed out that once there was a queen that had a balding "forehead", and so every woman in that kingdom would pluck the hair off the front of her head to be "beautiful". To me, that sounds ugly. Because I've been fed a different idea of beauty.
Then again, beauty is objective, is it not? Some girls wear clothes that I look at with disgust, because it's not what *I* think is beautiful. I just don't think it is. But they sure as heck think it is.
So this brings me to my point.

My question is...is beauty just a feeling? Or maybe that should be a statement. Beauty is just a feeling. When I was with said boy, I felt sooo beautiful. He looked at me as if I was just stunning. And I felt like I was. But by the worlds standards, I wasn't. And those girls who wear clothes I think are strange? They probably feel beautiful. In their way.
And again, we are our own worst critics. I wear contacts most of the time, but when I wear glasses, I feel somewhat ugly. But other people see me and say that I'm adorable. And so beauty is objective, and beauty is a feeling, in my opinion.

Think about that.