I'm Late. Again.

It's been a while since I wrote about something mundane and random, and I'm in the mood today. I don't have much time because relatives are coming and I'm usually that person who's never ready when everyone arrives. Today it might be Teagan, though - OK no it'll probably still be me, since I'm writing this instead of changing out of my sweats into real clothes.

Anyway, mundane and random: makeup. I think guys don't really understand what the big deal of it is - sure it usually makes girls look prettier (emphasis on usually), but why does it take so long? I like to take my time on it, and even though I spend about 5 minutes every day on it, I think I was pushing a half hour today. It's an amazing time to think - you have to focus on getting the right shade, layers and lines without overdoing it. It's systematic, though, and the results are pretty satisfying. The reason I took so long today was because I got infatuated with neuroscience again and have been thinking about it for the past two hours. I have all these ideas running through my head about treating paralysis by artificial nerve stimulation - it must be possible to use electricity and smart technology to regain the function of limbs. How would I do it? What would I need to know to do it? Who's already doing it and what will I have to work with after I answer those first two questions? It's stuff like this that gets me kind of obsessed. - it's the stuff my dad does, which probably isn't so coincidental. Oh God, I'm late already, the first relatives have arrived. Anyway, I was fantasizing about nerves while applying eyeshadow, which I thought was kind of funny. Maybe it's just me who has this whole meditation period in the bathroom with eyeliner and mascara, but I don't think so.

Now I'm starving, but the makeup is looking pretty good. Well, it'd better, since it took forever. But I'm still thinking... maybe I'll take it all off and put it all on again... haha just kidding, my mom would kill me...