My Relationship with Ipsy

You know that friend that you kind-of like, and you want to like, but they just keep doing dumb shit that disappoints you? Yeah; that’s my relationship with Ipsy.


I looked at various beauty box subscriptions for months, trying to decide which one I wanted to do because I’m cheap (the result of growing up on the less wealthy side of the income spectrum and being a broke university student for four years of my life). So I broke it down and it came down to the fact that I like makeup and I wanted an inexpensive way of trying high quality makeup. In the end, Ipsy won my March Madness bracket and I subscribed.


Here I am, five months down the line and I’m still not quite sure what I feel about Ipsy. On one hand, I’ve gotten to try a few products that I’ve been fairly pleased with. My absolute favorite item thus far was a gel eyeliner by CAILYN from two months ago. If I didn’t already have so many eyeliners and didn’t have a bunch more on my “to try” list, I’d probably go and buy another five of the CAILYN gel eyeliners and I will write an in-depth review of it at a later date.


Most everything else that I’ve received from my Ipsy subscription thus far has been on the “okay” part of the scale. But receiving “okay” things do not drive me crazy as much as you would think. The thing that has thrown me into repeated fits of rage has been the fact that in the five months that I have received Ipsy, I have received one lipstick. One.


If there’s one makeup product that I consistently spend money on, it’s lipstick. There have been three months where getting a lip product was possible. I have gotten an actual lipstick once. ONCE. That was last month when they failed to send me Benefit’s Benetint (another WTH, Ipsy) but at least sent me the POP chubby stick.


Nothing could really compare to my absolute disappointment upon receiving not the “Urban Decay Revolution Lipstick” sample, but a lip balm. Not even one of those “Sugar by Fresh” lip balms but some random $3 lip balm. Let it be known that I don’t care for lip balms; I use whatever is cheapest and on sale at the pharmacy which is usually the in-store brand, Chapstick, or Carmex. I spend $1 on chapsticks. I spend an average of $20-$25 on lipsticks because I have a problem.


I very specifically stated that I like lipsticks and not gloss or balms on the Ipsy quiz. This repeated slight feels like that friend who never listens when you tell them that you like something and then keeps getting you things that you have no use for. It’s pretty annoying when it keeps happening again and again.


I’m pretty sure I want to break off this friendship before I go any deeper. I know, $10 is barely the cost of a lunch, but I anticipate a lot of red in the next few months with trips and Christmas around the corner, I think I would rather save the $40 and buy myself that Shu Uemura palette I’ve been eyeing.



Crepe art (ok we’re just playing with out food)….


And then there’s




Because my life revolves around food.

NaNoWriMo – Day 01

Since 2006, I have attempted to participate in NaNoWriMo. Every year, I go into November with such high hopes and expectations. I plot out my story, I wait for midnight to hit on Halloween night, and then I start writing. Unfortunately, I usually lose focus after the beginning and stop. My word count for previous years look like this:

2006 – 3847
2007 – 11,039
2008 – 271
2009 – 50,447

Just barely, last year, but I made it. The difference between last year’s novel and the previous years was that I actually kept to a single character’s perspective. This works for me because I can get into the narrator’s mind and keep going. It also helped that I had some semblance of a plot.

So once again, that time has come and I have started NaNoWriMo without a plot, without characters, and basically without any sort of preparation. I’ve started with a story, but I’m not sure I like it. I like the idea, but writing in a fantasy world has never been my forte, just like writing romance novels are not my forte.

The majority of my novel last year was written during Thanksgiving weekend. I’m not sure I can crank it out like that this time since it’s coupled with job searching, but here’s to hoping.

Rite of Passage of a Parasite-Single

First step of the parasite single

Never in my life have I worked in proper customer service. The first job I ever got was working as a clerk in an office environment. My work and educational background basically programmed me to have all the skills required for office or administrative work; not customer service. Every CS job I have ever applied for has failed to return my inquires and outright ignored my resume. The best response I ever received was an email from the clothing retailer H&M that I was overqualified to work in a sales position. At that point, I became a discouraged worker.

Now that I have a bachelor’s degree and I am once again living at home, I have become an unemployment statistic of the US Department of Labor. What’s worse is that my title has been demoted from “university student” to “parasite-single.” What is a parasite-single? According to Wikipedia the parasite-single is a Japanese term for a single person who lives at home until their late 20s or early 30s. Basically, someone who leeches off their parents (thanks for letting me do this, Mom and Dad!).

The problem is, being a parasite single would not eat away at my conscience if I made some sort of income contribution to the household. According to the lack of responses from my job search, I am either overqualified thanks to my degree or underqualified as a result my lack of relevant work experience. So what is an early 20-something recent university graduate supposed to do? Apparently, keep on truckin’ and you will eventually find someone who will hire you.

For example: after two and a half months of epic job searching, a retailer finally hires me as part-time with nearly 40 hours a week. A job! In this day and age, having a job in itself is a cause for celebration. Yet as I stand behind the register gaining retail experience, I realize that I am not being challenged to think or use my mind. There is also little to no chance of me being promoted from my parasite-single title with the wage I am getting.

So my first step as a recent college graduate in a failing economy is pretty much taking any job I can get. Is this attributed to a lack of talent, or luck? Perhaps a bit of both; however, I like to think that it is a rite of passage.