Meow Said The Cat

I want a cat as much as a chocoholic wants dessert. As morbid as this might sound, when my dog Phoebe passed away all I could think about was the opportunity to rescue a cat right away. 

Felix the cat was my 8 year old self’s alter ego. I would put on my cat beanie and meow at people, not breaking my character like the professional actress I am. This is definitely solid evidence for proving my cat obsession. Everything about cats screams adorable to me. From their sassy Mariah Carey moments, to their intelligent minds, and their straight out I’m innocent face is fascinating. 

I also really just want a cuddle buddy… hehe.

The terrible thing about all of this, is the fact that we can’t get a cat because my brother is ALLERGIC. *insert crying emoji* Plus my mom has cat trauma from her childhood. To top it all off I am going off to college, so there won’t be much time spent with my cat.

I have made it my mission that in my adulthood, when I am living in my own home, I will adopt not one, not two, but THREE cats. One of them has to be a British Shorthair cat aka my dream cat. I even have a folder in my notes app filled with cat names.

To my future cats… wait for me, because I am on my way!!!!!! LOL

My Worst Enemy… Apple Pie.

Thanksgiving is coming up and that means I will be facing my biggest enemy… Apple pie. Why is it apple pie specifically? Well it all started in sixth grade on pi day yes the 3.14159 etc. day. I was asked to bring a pie of my choosing to school on March 14. What I thought was going to be a day of fun and games, was actually a day of tears and congestion, yes congestion and you will know why in a minute. 

Lined up in my math class were dozens upon dozens of pies. Every flavor you could possibly imagine. During class we were eating pie and playing games, then… It was time for the pie eating contest. At first I was not planning on competing because I generally do not do well with sugar, but I thought why not give it a go. My math teacher pulled my name out of a hat, I grabbed a random pie, and the class went outside to watch the contest. 

The plot twist, may I say, of this contest was we couldn’t use our hands, so I was going face first into the pie. The pie that I ended up with was, you guess it apple. I am very competitive and I can eat, I mean EAT, so there was no way I wouldn’t take first place. I dug in and devoured that pan of diabetes not caring that my classmates are watching me go ham on this pie. 

Unfortunately, I got second place. The kid who got first had a less dense pie so he didn’t have to do a lot of chewing. I was not far behind though, I was one quarter of a slice from winning, but the worst has not happened yet. I went to the bathroom and my entire face was covered in pie, and a literal apple sliced up my nose. I tried breathing and the apple went straight up never to be seen again. I earned street cred for getting second, but consequences of smelling pie for a month were not worth it. 

I can not look at another pie without wanting to vom.com everywhere. I have not eaten apple pie since and I never will. That’s why every Thanksgiving I face my biggest enemy, Sir Apple Pie IV.

The Juice Cleanse from Hell.

Let’s just hop right into this one because girl it gets messy. I did a one day juice cleanse. That’s right, a horrifying juice cleanse. I was watching Kelsey Kreppel on Youtube and she had bought the “Cleanse 2” juices from Pressed Juicery. I honestly thought “hmmmm I could so do this, it looks so easy. No eating for just a day! Pfft piece of cake!” WOW was I wrong!!!! 

The day I was supposed to do the cleanse, Sunday, I woke up at noon and didn’t think it was a big deal to start so late. I’m glad I did start it late because by the end of the second hour I was going insane and was soooooo hungry. The juices tasted like the actual forest. Like imagine you’re in the Twilight movie and are running from the vampires in the woods. It would taste like the mossy ground you’re running atop. There was one juice that was citrus flavored which tasted AMAZING! But that didn’t last long as the next one made me want to vomit 😦  

Let me give you a little spoiler… I did not finish the cleanse. I only drank 4 out of the 6 juices. I don’t regret not finishing it. I clocked out after the fourth. I don’t understand how people can do these cleanses for a week. I called my mom, who was out and about for the day, and told her, “food, just bring me food.” I ate so much that night you could honestly say I “cancelled” out my cleanse.

The moral of this whole story is don’t do a juice cleanse ever. It sucks and honestly it didn’t make me feel as healthy as I thought it would. 10/10 do not recommend, but if you want to torture yourself be might guest.

Distinctive Individual- Courtney Love

In my English class we were given the assignment to write about a distinctive individual real, fake, dead, or alive. It took me a few hours to think of someone as I did not want to be lazy with my answer picking Lady Gaga or Elon Musk.

Later in the day as I was sitting on my sofa trying to think of someone other than Hello Kitty (I may or may not be in a Sanrio phase), the queen of rock came to my mind. Of course I’m talking about Courtney Love!

In pop culture she is a divisive figure with a cult following and unique style. Her sense of style is like a grunge goddess. You could also call her the poster child of grunge alongside her deceased husband Kurt Cobain. With her band Hole, Courtney Love drew a lot of public attention with unrestrained live performance’s and controversial lyrics. She was even said to be one of the most influential singers in alternative culture of the last 30 years. What also makes her distinctive are her vocals. To someone who has not heard her sing imagine a women singing an alternative song, but it’s husky, lazy,  drawn out, and sometimes very loud. A famous quote of hers is actually, “I want every girl in the world to pick up a guitar and start screaming.” As she rocks her signature pose of her leg propped up on a monitor. She is quite literally the queen of rock. I was also asked in my assignment if I wanted to be this person and live their life. To answer the question if I wanted to be her or not… I would not. As much of an icon she is, her life is pretty miserable, and I wouldn’t want to live through it (a play on her song “Live Through This”).

Who would you have picked?… please don’t pick anyone basic 🙂

The Hunt for Foundation in a Pandemic!

A few weeks ago I did something absolutely crazy. I did an online color match for foundation. Yes, that’s right online… not in person. Another downfall due to Covid-19, as we can’t try them out in person anymore. I was desperate for a new foundation, so I had to take the leap of faith.

Sephora has this function online where you choose the new foundation you want to buy and color match what you already have to the new brand. That sounds like a bunch of gibberish so let me break it down more. I wanted to get the Fenty Beauty Pro Filt’r Soft Matte Longwear Foundation, so I clicked a color match for this foundation. I then searched for the foundation I already have, which is the Cover FX Power Play foundation in G40. It then matched G40 to shade 250 for Fenty. IT WAS SO EASY! Another plus to this, if you want to get the Fenty concealer it’s going to be the same shade (in my case 250) as the foundation…Wow Rihanna just keeps winning. 

After buying my products from my local Sephora of course I had to try them out. What type of person would I be if I didn’t. When I first put it on I had thought it was pretty accurate, but was maybe just looking a little 0.0001 darker than my other foundation. I tried again when I went full out makeup and realized it looked wayyyyy darker because I put on too much, so I gave it one more chance. I put on a very light layer and it then looked accurate to my skintone.

Moral of this story is I don’t know if I need to go a shade lighter or not because I don’t think anyone has the guts to tell me if it looks bad. Though It is so close to my skin tone. My mind is in shambles trying to figure out if I should exchange it. Also I’m pretty sure I have maybe 24 hours to do so, Yikes!

… mom if you’re reading this don’t worry I did not wait last minute to return this. I am happy with the shade, don’t get mad! Hehe!

What I can definitely confirm is that Fenty foundation and concealer are products of great quality. It doesn’t feel like I have makeup on, it is easy to apply, and it is definitely a long wear soft matte as it claims. I highly recommend Fenty Beauty products for any makeup items you are searching to purchase. I also use their lipsticks, and the setting powder in the shade of butter. It smells like heaven, and it doesn’t feel cakey at all. I almost forgot to mention it has cute packaging!!

Your Voice Has Power

I kept watching the video over and over again. I kept thinking this is not right, why is it happening, how can someone as young as I do something about it. I couldn’t sleep as I continued to think and replayed George Floyd’s voice in my head saying “I can’t breathe”. Over lunch with my mother, I shared how I felt and discussed how helpless I felt. I then came to realize I have the power of my voice and that is a power we all have no matter what age. Right then and there I decided I wanted to use my voice and organize a protest. I live in a small conservative town. I knew there were many youth as myself who felt the same way, yet apprehensive of doing anything. Also there were protests around the country that were faced with violence and that was also a fear. On top of that we were in the middle of a pandemic. I knew I had to take the step forward and see what happened, as we need to share our voice.

I share this not to pat myself on the back for leading a Black Lives Matter protest. I cringe even thinking of that. I am sharing this to let you know, yes if you put your mind to it you can do anything! That was my mantra as I took each step anxiously. Will people show up, will they be safe, will the local businesses be affected, and most important will our voices be heard?  If you are passionate about something take a step forward and it will come together. It’s easy to do anything even if you don’t know how to do it because of your passion, as you will find your strength. It took three days of hardwork to make sure this protest was safe and successful. From setting up meetings with La Verne’s Chief of police and the police department, getting the word out, and  giving the Mayor of La Verne an opportunity to speak with his community. I was very nervous about doing this because I have not taken up a leadership position that required work at this large of a scale. It was a very new experience for me. It really filled my heart  to have so many people reaching out to support and help with making this event successful. People wanted to do something, but didn’t know how. I may have created the platform for them, but they did the work by bringing their voices together. As cheesy as this might sound, anything is possible! The youth in the community came together sharing the details of the protest through their social media, brought signs, provided water and snacks, and so much more. It is estimated that over 800 people came to protest peacefully, marched down the main street of La Verne, and felt free to share their stories with the community. It was amazing to see this small conservative town (that has never had a protest before) come together and fight for what they believed in. When you have something you want to do and don’t know how or feel powerless, remember this story, take the step you fear, as regret will feel much worse. 

The following is the speech with which I opened the protest…

Hello my name is Grace Aprahamian and I would like to thank all of you for coming. We are here to bring our voices together in solidarity. I would also like to thank the La Verne Police Department for partnering with us to exercise our first amendment rights with peace and safety. I was overwhelmed with emotion when I spoke with Chief Paz as he and the rest of the LVPD shared their support for this protest and our message.

I am only one voice of many who did not know what to do to help and make a difference. I am definitely not one with all the knowledge of social injustice, nor have I experienced what my black brothers and sisters do. 

What I do have, and what every single one of you have, is a voice. One of the most powerful tools to use to make a difference, and here we are bringing our community together as one, loud, strong, beautiful, voice. 

We are the next generation who will be leaders, and in vocations with power, to bring injustice to light, and leave injustice in the past, and not bring it with us to the future. We must keep conversations alive, even when it feels uncomfortable, because silence is consent. We need to be role models for the young and the old. 

Many of us including myself have white privilege, and that privilege makes us blind to these injustices because it is not a problem that is personal to us. We don’t experience the fears, the anxieties, the prejudice, and violence that our white privilege protects us from. Our mothers don’t have the same fears as black mothers do when their children walk out the door. 

How can we let this continue to happen? Why does this hate continue to fester? Together we need to find resolution to these questions. As the youth of the future we start today, and never let it go until racism is eradicated. 

“Justice will not be served until those who are unaffected are as outraged as those who are.” That is why we are here today…Thank you.

Now let’s all kneel in silence for the next 8 minutes and 46 seconds. The same amount of time George Floyd endured a knee to his neck leading him to his unjust death.

Who Needs A Movie On A Flight?

I’m sure you’ve heard many stories about crazy airplane passengers. They range from humorous, disgusting, or just plain wacky. I would like to say I am a seasoned traveller and have been through some unordinary experiences that have been turned into funny stories to tell at the dinner table. I present to you my top comical airplane memories. 

The first memory was in 2010. We were taking a nonstop flight from Los Angeles to London. My mom and I are sitting next to each other in a two seater row. In front of us were these petite women, so we thought, ‘We aren’t going to have trouble with anyone leaning their chairs all the way back’… or so we thought. The flight attendant kept coming back and forth to the ladies in front of us supplying them with alcoholic drinks. In my mind I was like they are definitely ladies who lunch. A good five hours or so into the flight it was “dinner time”. I have just finished both my food and a movie and I’m waiting for my tray to be picked up and disposed of. I stare around the plane at the people, then out my window into the black abyss that’s apparently the “ocean”. Suddenly the woman who was sitting in front of my mom comes stumbling down the aisle, very tipsy may I add, and plops right into her seat reclining all the way back. When I say all the way I mean ALL THE WAY. What really ties this together was what she had placed in her hair. You would never guess. Her dirty and used fork, knife, AND spoon! The rest of the flight we were serenaded with her beautiful drunken sounds. The voice of an angel LOL, fortunately the wannabe Celine Dion fell into her dreaming state. My mom and I were dumbfounded at that moment, but always have a good laugh when retelling this gem. 

Now, to stay on the topic of chairs I have a good one for you. In 2016, my parents and I were on a flight from Barcelona to Paris. The airplane we were on was very very old. It still had the mini ashtrays on the sides of the seats. That should have been the first sign that this was going to be the flight from hell. The second sign was the two different wailing children. I mean screaming and crying at the top of their lungs. Yes, that can be a common occurrence on a flight. However, couple it with the third sign, a large Italian family that sat in front of us that would be the stars of the show. The children were yelling at each other in italian, the mom looked like she needed a Xanax, and the overweight dad that couldn’t be bothered. He sat right in front of my mom who by the way has major claustrophobia. This man, my oh my, he did not fit into his chair. When he was trying to get in between the arm rests the chair BROKE! Yes, it broke, and to top it off it broke right on top of my claustrophobic mom. He was pretty much in her lap and it was like she was cradling him. The wife could assume he was cheating because of the closeness of their proximity. His wife was trying to pretend she didn’t see it happen, so they did not have to move to the back of the plane. My mom tried to tell the flight attendant, but the chair could not be fixed. So, my mom had to “carry” him to Paris. Oh man, it was quite the dramatic flight, but what was expected to be from the looks of the chaotic italian family!

Before I start this next one I would like to give a warning that I will be talking about vomit, so read with caution and while not consuming food. The trip was in 2014, and my mom, brother, and I were on a flight from Rome to London. I was sitting at the window seat and directly right behind me was an old man in burgundy skinny jeans. The flight attendant’s gave everyone sketchy looking sandwiches during the flight. I accepted some type of bacon pesto sandwich, I overheard the man behind me get the same one. I look at it. I look at it some more. I tear a part of the packing. I poke at it. I take a whiff, and I inspect it more. ‘Nah’, I thought, ‘this looks jank”. Thank God I didn’t eat it because what happens next is vile. There was about less than an hour left of the flight and the worst thing possible happened. The old man behind me starts to vomit… yes vomit! I can hear every single wheeze and gag, I can smell all the things coming out of him… I just can’t. We had to pick up all of our bags because it was running under our chairs and almost touching our feet. DISGUSTING! I can barely even write this without wanting to curl into a ball and cry lol. When we finally landed my family ran out of that plane faster than Allyson Felix’s Olympic gold medal winning race. As we waited for our bags all I could think was ‘I’m so glad I didn’t eat that sandwich’. To this day the sound of that man, in his tight burgundy jeans, projectile vomiting onto the back of my seat haunts me in my dreams.

There are so many more airplane tales I could tell, but these are definitely the most memorable. Some people should just stay away from planes as they may be too drunk, obese, or prone to vomit with passion. I hope my flight trauma brought some humor to your day. Next time you’re on a flight and you see someone wearing red skinny jeans just get off and take the next plane.

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