Last night, I watched Shrek for the 100th time with my little brother. That movie gets funnier the more you watch it. Once you know the script by heart, you notice the smaller things and it’s great.
Since early 2020, on a global scale, we have all had a common theme: the coronavirus. As we are all aware, the virus has truly uprooted every aspect of our daily lives. It’s heartbreaking and frustrating. As the year ends, our favorite holidays (Christmas) will be extremely different — but it doesn’t mean that our Christmas cheer is completely gone and can’t celebrate in the same ways!
My makeup skills are extremely mediocre. I go for a simple look: foundation, slight eyebrow fill-in/definition, mascara, and sometimes a soft pink lip gloss; if it’s not lip gloss, then it’s Vaseline’s lip therapy line (Rosy Lips and Cocoa Butter are my favorite from this line — that tiny bottle can last me about 2 months). That’s it.
I walked into my mother’s room the other day, making this statement: “I now get why Uncle Greg went to Iraq for Desert Storm.”
I’m not professionally qualified to rate movies, however I can spot a bad movie 10 miles away - Work It is one of them. I have made at least three different pieces about the movie industry and all have gotten some pretty good views and feedback from readers; so I must be onto something here.
Being a starving artist is depressing. Especially when you back is against the wall.
You have sweat going down your forehead as you feverishly try to come up with different creative ways to advertise your craft. Then you get notifications of your phone bill about to be cut off. You just ate your ramen warm after scrolling through Facebook/Instagram promoting your medium.