Oh hey friends. I have a presentation to give next Tuesday about which I am freaking the balls out. It's on the methodology paper that I'm currently writing about an artist named Eastman Johnson. I should have started writing sooner. I'm 14 pages in and I still haven't even gotten to the meat of the argument. Oh, and did I mention I'm FREAKING OUT? Why am I not writing now, you ask? Well, I am. This bloggy will auto-post. As you read this I'm probably either sitting in the library trying to figure out a way to inwardly scream that won't attract attention OR I'm sitting on my bed in my reindeer PJs with about a million papers spread out around me, outwardly screaming. Also, yesterday I pitched my idea for an exhibition in my museum studies class. My professor intimated that there would probably be some museum people at the presentations but refused to tell us who was showing up. A lot of people did. The director of special exhibitions, the American curator, some conservators, a few professors...it was really intimidating.
My pitch went fine, but I was really nervous beforehand. So I did my nails. And I chose an RBL from my birthday haul, Om. The reason why I picked this one should be obvious--the name. It was supposed to relax me.
Sweet grilled cheesus, my cuticles do not look that ravaged in real life. Aaaaanyway, here's the description of Om from the RBL website: "You know that incredibly rosy golden glow you get when you're on a beach looking at a stunning sunset? This is that color." Again, a description that perfectly encapsulates the nature of this color. A rosy glow. An office appropriate nude. Dusty pinky.
But I don't like it. I can honestly say that this is the first Rescue Beauty Lounge polish I've ever used in which I've been disappointed. First, the formula wasn't what I expect from these polishes. It didn't go on smoothly. After two coats I could see my nail line, but I was too lazy to do a third. I also don't think that the color suits me, which is my own fault. I got three compliments on this polish today, but I'm still not a fan. I really like using nude-ish colors on my toes, though, so that's probably how I'll use Om from now on. Right now I've got OPI Skinny Dip'n in Lake Michg'n on my toes and I love it, despite its stupid name.
Do I regret buying Om? No. Would I regret having bought it if it had been its regular price of $18? Absolutely. I don't know why, I just don't like it. Far from calming me down, Om kind of pissed me off. I'll be keeping it on for the next couple days simply because I'll be too busy and stressed to change it, but I will resent it. Grr.
Oh, by the way, guess what's tonight? The Cavs-Heat game. Now, I'm not much for basketball but the subject of LeBron James gets me really upset (as it would any Clevelander). As much as I hate the term "Believeland" I have to say...it's so perfectly applicable.
So, go Cavs. Kick some Miami ass. I'll be watching (even though I should be writing!).