This was one of the longest weeks ever. I think it took me an entire week to recover from last Saturday's birthday bash. Perhaps, then, I shouldn't have been surprised when I kept forgetting things all week. Yesterday morning, I forgot to put on half my makeup (that is, I forgot to use half my products, not I only made up half my face). The fact that I forgot just half was especially ridiculous.
I realized that I was missing my eye makeup when I was only about ten minutes from home. I figured no one would notice, though, so I just kept driving. But I forgot how aware of these things teenage girls are:
First Period...
Student: "Are you tired? You look really tired today."
Me: "Actually, yes, I am really tired."
(No idea that she was really saying, "Your eyes look strangely disgusting today.")
Third Period...
Student: "Are you feeling okay today? You look a little sick."
Me: "Well, I'm a little tired, but fine otherwise."
(No idea that she was really saying, "You look sickly and gross without a little help from Clinque.)
Sixth Period...
Student: "Do you usually wear glasses? Something seems different about you."
Me (yes, it took me this long to remember): "Yeah, I forgot to wear eye makeup today."
Student: "That's it!"
Another student: "How do you forget something like that?"
Seriously, I'm turning the car around next time.
2 comments:
I've done that, too! It's strange how naked and exposed you can feel without all the products.
Interesting first sentence. The older you get, the longer the recuperation period. Ah, yes. Welcome. Welcome. I guess 30 really was a milestone, eh? :)
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