I'm still here!

Howdy lovlies!!

I'm still here... Promise... Waitressing is, surprisingly, quite an exhausting job! I'm still absolutely loving it though :)

I've got several posts in the works.. I'm working on them as I get time. I'm also hoping to do my Cara Box reveal sometime soon!

Until next time loves!

-Sammie

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Social Experiments

Good afternoon loves! It's my day off! Woohoo! Damn have I earned this bad boy this week.

If you know anything about me from real life, or from reading my blog, twitter, instagram or pinterest, I hope one of the tidbits you've taken away is that I'm a nerd. Nerd. HUGE nerd. Learning is fun for me and I enjoy most things geeky and obscure.

Being the nerd that I am... I devised an experiment... Will wearing makeup to work increase my tips? If you haven't noticed, I'm not a makeup girl. Hell I can barely paint my nails without looking like I went to a half blind baboon for a mani. It's embarrassing, but it's a fact of life for me. My mom have ULTRA sensitive skin and can't wear it and my grandma is stuck in the pancake days. Ew. Not cute.

I have some Bare Minerals foundation that I bought a year or so ago that has sat unopened and unused. It works as both a foundation and concealer. The lady I bought it from at Sephora told me that much. I also bought some Almay eyeliner and mascara specifically for hazel eyes. I've watched a couple how to videos on youtube, so I just went for it. Why not? What can it hurt? I've always been a big chicken when it comes to eye makeup. Quite afraid of stabbing myself in the eye.

Not too bad for a first attempt, huh?

Seeing as though it's an experiment, I need to be able to replicate the results for it to be filed as a causation, and not just a correlation. Based on last night, I saw a HUGE correlation. I didn't act or dress any differently. I saw about a 50% increase last night. O_O Holy crap. Last night (Tuesday night) I brought home about $100 in tips. DAYUM. A normal night is $50-$60.

After all was said and done... Foundation and eyes..

I didn't think I looked that much different, but I guess I did... My little brother and best guy friend said that I did. I'm not wearing anything but the mascara, eyeliner and foundation. Nothing on my lips or anything... Not too shabby, huh?

Laters Baby

Howdy my darlings! I've missed you so! It feels like it's been FOREVER since I've posted. I know I've published a couple from my phone, and I'm still working on replying to your comments. Thank you all so much for the wonderful words of encouragement after my trippy binge last week. It took some time, but I think I'm mentally healed from it. It sucked for a while and I felt like shit, but I am over it and moving on.

My weekend was 100% uneventful. I really didn't do anything except work and sleep. I was also completely boyfriend-less for the weekend. Carlos went to A-Kon in Dallas from Thursday to Sunday and left his phone at home. So I didn't hear from him until this afternoon. He said he had a good time, but he's not going again next year. The people that throw the convention moved it to a new hotel, which made prices for stuff go through the roof.

Did I mention that he said he missed me like crazy?! Woo!

He's also having some troubles at home. Poor guy. I really don't want to put his business out on my blog, but if you pray, please say a quick one for him. His family is driving him BSC.

I'm really excited for Wednesday.. It's my next day off, meaning I get to go running! I want to do some kind of exercise on my days off, but it's too damn hot in the daylight and I'm a bum that works the evening shift.

I've recently started re-reading the 50 Shades of Grey books. Why not? It's an intriguing topic and one that I've thought about exploring some. There's a fine line between pleasure and pain... Sometimes I like to pick that line up and skip rope with it :)

Laters Baby!

Cara Box Reveal!!

I can't get my blasted pictures to post from my phone! Argh!! Hopefully I'll be able to edit this post and attach them. I got my Cara Box this month from Alissa over at iAmanRD. She's from Jersey and put together a box for me full of essentials for chilling on the shore! Somehow she knew I was a NY Yankees fan! Holy cow! I love love LOVED my box girl! Thanks!

Loved the note!

Yankee Koozie!! I almost died when I saw it!

Holy cow... This stuff smells yummy!

From Binge to Victory

Howdy loves! 

Have I mentioned how much of a BSC drama queen Shark Week turns me into? It's sad. 

So I binged... Damn... I screwed up... I refuse to let one bad judgement call screw up progress. Not gonna do it. Aw hell no. 

So... How did I recover from my binge? I restarted C25K! I had to stop about half way through, because I started getting a TERRIBLE headache. I'm pretty sure it was a combination of dehydration and my body revolting against the crap I fed it earlier in the day. 

The point is, I actually got to run. And it felt gooood. With all my injury set backs, I had almost forgotten how good it felt to run. I'm going to do it again soon, I hope. With the new job, it's a bit rough to get home at 10:30 and want to do anything other than sleep. I need to figure out a new schedule, or hope that I get put on days soon :)

I binged...

I binged today... For the first time in a long time... I can't describe the absolute shame and embarrassment that I feel now. 

Before I realized what I was doing, I shoved a king sized snickers, twix, and a huge bag of doritos in my mouth. I really don't know why, but I did and I feel like shit about it. 

I think it has something to do with emotional eating. I'm sad today. Carlos is on a trip with a bunch of his friends to Dallas for the weekend. He doesn't have his phone with him and he didn't call me to say goodbye before he left. That made me sad... So I ate... And now I'm considering making myself throw it up. I know I shouldn't. I know that's bad. Hell I know that's bulimic... If the vomit makes the guilt and shame go away, then I don't care. 

I should not be like this. My relationship with food is pretty fucked up at the moment. Why? Why did I do this to myself? 

Hell I even had a conversation with my grandma earlier today about needed a new swimsuit for my trip to Schlitterbahn in July. I want to look awesome and feel sexy. I want to feel as sexy as Carlos thinks I am... Ugh. I need a hug. 

Three Little Words

Good evening dearest readers. I hope you're all having a wonderful Memorial Day. I know I am!

I'm writing this post for the sole purpose of sharing some exciting news :) Carlos dropped the L word today! That's right. He said, "I love you." Squeal!! 

I of course said it back. I really do believe that I'm in love with him. My life is no longer about my happiness, but his as well. His over mine. Being apart from him is like missing something important and not being sure how to function without it. You figure it out eventually, but it's not easy and it's certainly not fun. 

He doesn't like saying goodbye. He says it's too final. He prefers a "Talk to you tomorrow." Or something of that sort. I don't ever want to have a tomorrow without him in it. 

My feelings for him are so different than anything I've felt before. It's so different and so amazing and so... Real. Very real. I Knew he loved me before he actually said it. I could tell by the way he looked in my eyes, smiled at me, touched my face and kissed me. He radiates his love through his fingertips. It's so wonderful. 

Wanna know why else I love him? He's as weird as I am :)