Feb 21, 2012

This is your biggest mistake

I know my blogs are few and far between these days, but that's just what happens when you love your job. Not gloating, just being honest. :) 

Anyway, I felt compelled to share this real quick before I shower and hit the sack. My church service this week was really therapeutic in a sense, and I feel like the past week has been chock full of messages. I know it's cliché at this point, but Whitney Houston's death really put me in a funk. It was so weird that one moment she was alive and the next she was gone. Unlike Michael, who had looked frail for awhile, Whitney seemed healthy (sort of). The ironic thing was that Michael looked so small yet he could still sing and perform and he still had his talent. Whitney looked capable, but couldn't hit those notes like she used to. I don't know why I'm getting into all this right now but it just made me sad that her daughter doesn't have her mother anymore, and that her father can't give her what he needs -- which is a huge understatement, but I feel bad being rude to someone, especially when they've lost someone in their life.

Last Friday was National Random Acts of Kindness Day. I had no idea until I heard Ryan Seacrest announce it on the radio, so I decided I wanted to buy a person in line at Starbucks a coffee before work. I have written about the time the person in the drive-thru at Starbucks in Dallas, Texas bought my drink for me and I never got to tell them thank you or even see who they were, and it made my entire day. So I wanted to do it for someone. 

The thing about random acts of kindness is that everyone gets so offended these days. I was afraid that if I tapped someone on the shoulder and asked to pay for their coffee, or if I told the Barista I was getting the person behind me, they'd find me rude, like, "What, do I look like I can't afford a $3.50 cup of coffee?" That's sticky situation. It makes doing good deeds a bit harder these days. When I walked in, I saw a woman in front of me, and I kept trying to see her face to decide if she'd be okay if I bought her coffee. I couldn't get a glimpse. So I decided I'd just buy an extra latte and bring it to someone I knew at the office.

I was kind of disappointed about it though. And then, out of nowhere, the woman in front of me turned around and looked at me. She had maybe one or two teeth. Her face seemed a little dirty, and her hair unkempt. It made me heart hurt. I smiled.

"Hi, can you buy me a fruit plate?" she asked.

I told her yes and made sure she was taken care of for the rest of the day. After I paid, she looked me in the eye and said "God bless you."

I didn't tell this story to pat myself on the back. Admittedly, it made me feel good, but it also broke my heart. What happens tomorrow when I'm not there to buy her food?

I'm very much on the Nicki Minaj side of things when I say, "I"m not lucky, I'm blessed, yes." And I have to believe it wasn't just a coincidence that I waltzed into Starbucks, hoping to help someone out, and when I was considering taking the safe route, an opportunity was presented to me to help in a bigger way.

My point is that if you seek a way to help others, it will come to you. You have to ask God for those opportunities. He will present them. Just like if you are seeking refuge or solace about something, you have to ask Him for help, right? You need to do the same when helping others. Our biggest mistake is keeping quiet and letting the opportunities pass us by. Just ask. He will provide.

I thought that was great lesson to be learned this week.

Sending positive thoughts your way,

Feb 13, 2012

It's National "Tell A Woman She's Beautiful" Day

(also known as "Stop Being a Judgmental Biotch Day")

I'm creating a National Holiday. I don't have any authority to do so, but it's not a holiday you can take the day off work from, so it shouldn't be an issue. And I've put it conveniently before Valentine's. You'll see why in a second.

Last Thursday, I had an event in Hollywood, so obviously my first priority was getting to In 'N Out for some MAJOR NOMMAGE. I don't live close to either In 'N Outs in LA, and since Hollywood is generally one giant clustereff at any given moment, I try not to venture northeast often.

I was waiting in line to place my order and a girl came up to my window. She was petite, and looked like she should probably be in high school, if not newly graduated. She was STUNNING. I have never seen a person this beautiful in LA. Everyone here thinks they're good looking but mostly they look really, really fake and have terrible extensions and too much eyeliner on. This girl had a remarkable face. Her hair was pulled back and she was in her In 'N Out uniform. Obviously this means something, because not everyone can look like a gorgeous specimen of a human being in those outfits. So she took my order (and I was slightly embarrassed that I was placing an order at 9:30 at night) and was about to walk off after giving me my total. 

I felt SO compelled to tell this girl how pretty she was. I mean, SHE WAS. So before she walked away, I go (like an idiot), "Wait! I just have to say this. You are really beautiful." I am embarrassed at this point.

She smiles and before I can finish, says, "You are too. I wanted to tell you but thought it would be weird." 

And then we straight up HUGGED IN THE PARKING LOT. I rolled down my window all the way and we gave each other a car hug. It was so bizarre, but it really made me feel like I was in touch with the human race. And we both kind of hugged and it was this super weird yet very gratifying hug, like, "Thank you for saying that. I needed it." 

This got me thinking. Ladies, why can't we tell each other we're beautiful? Is that word reserved for a man to say to you? I know that I don't tell my girlfriends they're beautiful enough. I'll say, "You are look so cute!" and stuff like that, but not like, "Girlfriend you look gorgeous." And that is sad. I have truly beautiful friends. I don't think it's normal to have friends who are wonderful inside and out... but I'm not going to question it.

I have to credit my dear friend Natalie, as she tells me I'm beautiful all the time. I think this is because I vent to her a lot and she tells me this to calm me down. (It works.) But we all need to pay this FORWARD! Let's stop judging other girls and being envious of what they have or don't have and embrace each other! And love each other! This sounds like a scene out of Mean Girls, but truly, we all need to take a hot second and stop referring to other girls as bitches and a) figure out why we really say that (if she is -- it's the truth; if not, she's probably better at something or has something you don't). Tell that girl you see on the subway every other day that she's pretty. She won't be offended. In fact, it could make her day. Maybe she is single and just moved to the city, and she's feeling down on her luck. 

Tell that girl in the office you don't talk to that she looks stunning in the dress she's wearing -- it might help her to forget the endless emails and troubleshooting she's going to have to deal with in the next 10 minutes. And tell your good friends they have a great body or that you think they're pretty. Sometimes, we hide our emotions from our friends so they don't think we're having a rough time. Telling them these things might be just what they need to hear right now.

GUYS: you're included. Don't think you can get out of this one. Maybe that person is your mother or sister. Or maybe it's someone you're courting, or maybe it's some chick you see every day at Starbucks when you get your morning coffee. If you think they're beautiful (pretty, gorgeous, insert adjective here), TELL HER! Just don't be creepy about it, okay? Thanks.

So, go on now. Tell a woman she's beautiful today, on National "Tell A Woman She's Beautiful" Day (February 13th).


Feb 12, 2012

"Don't cry, cause on Earth we weren't meant to stay"

I'm sure you all could have bet on this blog post coming... so I'll stay true to form and write about my feelings. 

I've been working GRAMMY events the past two years. It's been such a memorable experience, getting to do these events and see these people I grew up seeing on TV and hearing on the radio. One of the first CDs I bought when I got my first Discman back in the day was Whitney Houston's Greatest Hits album.

You know, everyone has certain people they just "know" growing up. For me, those people were Michael Jackson, Oprah, Julia Roberts, and Whitney Houston. I have "known" them since I was little... before Justin Timberlake or even my latest crush (Clay Matthews) came into my life. And you see these people as larger than life beings, people who will always be around, and people you grow to love from afar.

Sadly, two of those four people have passed. And what truly remarkable beings they were for the music industry. Whitney, such a beautiful talent -- someone we all saw rise and fall. 

Last night I worked the Clive Davis GRAMMY Gala at The Beverly Hilton. Most of you know by now, that's where Whitney died. We didn't know she had passed until we were in my car driving to the hotel when I got a text from my roommate. "Whitney Houston died?"

In a world where Twitter gets a little too slap-happy at announcing a death (or prematurely announcing one -- a la all the "RIP XXX" Trending Topics that get started), I was hesitant to believe it, so I had Nat get on her phone and check. "See if it's one of those fake trending topics."

We ended up getting on Twitter and seeing a slew of reputable sources reporting her death. We were shocked. In fact, I was particularly shocked she died today of all days -- the day of Clive Davis' gala. He was the man responsible for making her THE Whitney Houston. They were close. It was just a tad ironic.

Even more ironic is when we found out she passed at the hotel we were shortly going to be working a party at. I called my mom after we parked and were walking in to tell her the news.

"Hi baby dumb!"
"Mom, you know Whitney Houston died, right?"
"She died today, here at The Beverly Hilton. We're about to walk in but I wanted you to know."

She instantly started crying. I was a little shocked actually, although my mom is an emotional being and cries when she's happy, cries when she's sad; she just said, "That makes me so sad. I grew up with her. And Bobby Brown ruined her life."

This is truly a tragedy. I didn't know Whitney -- not claiming to either. But it's 100% fine for fans to be hurt and sad that someone they liked (or loved) passed away. There are so many people on  Twitter and Facebook who are seem angry and are ridiculing others who are sending condolences and using these social mediums to talk about their sadness. If you don't like Whitney, why say anything? Just be quiet. Let her fans mourn. If anything, let people have empathy for another family that has lost a loved one.

I just read on TMZ that Whitney was found in her room at the Beverly Hilton, on the fourth floor, and pronounced dead at 3:55 PM today, however, her body was still upstairs while the party was going on, and was removed approximately 45 minutes ago (so, 12:15 PST) this morning. I find it surreal that I happened to be working there. One of those things in life you'll never forget, I think.

A lot of celebrities backed out of showing up tonight, sending their prayers and expressing grief online, like Sharon & Kelly Osbourne -- both finding it distasteful to show up and party -- Miley Cyrus, Mark Salling, among various others. However, a huge showing come out to the party. I think if a lot of them had known Whitney was still upstairs, they wouldn't have come. A lot of them must feel pretty sick about it. Although many people came to support Clive, a dear friend of Whitney's, who was a staple at his gala every year.

Tonight I was assigned to Blake Shelton -- who I seemed to have missed. However, I got to meet Tony Bennett, Dr. Dre, Kim Kardashian and Serena Williams, walking them all down the carpet. Not going to lie, as a pop culture maniac and lover of all things celebrity, I was loving every minute. I was pretty psyched about Dr. Dre, given my Thursday night routine in college included a STUNNING rendition of 'Forgot About Dre' at The Cellar. I'm not tooting my own horn (actually, I am) but I could be Eminem's female protege. Also, I know everyone is sick of the Kardashians... and while I see Rob everywhere and have seen Kholé before, I've never seen Kim. Point blank: she is mesmerizing. She might wear too much makeup to same people, but girlfriend is gorgeous. She has curves, but in person she looks like a perfect hourglass shape -- not too big or anything, and she's very petite. We knew she was short but she's thin, too. She looked gorgeous and came with Serena. Her, Kelly Rowland and Serena all chatted before hitting the carpet together. I couldn't help but laugh when my mom sent me this text: "Did you tell her you were sisters from another mister?" Apparently anyone else with a booty is my sister now, even though I have not once ounce of Armenian blood. Love you, Mommis.

Still, there was an eerie aura in the hotel. Nobody talked about the GRAMMYs. Everyone just talked about Whitney.

I think one thing we should take from this is this: don't do drugs. Don't do them. Please, I beg you all. When you think about it, it's truly not worth it. So many have been lost from accidental overdoses: Michael Jackson, Amy Winehouse, Heath Ledger, Anna Nicole Smith, the 27 club... and while we don't know what's behind Whitney's death, and we all might be stunned, can we say we're surprised? She's struggled with addiction (thanks to Bobby Brown) for awhile now, and tonight a daughter has lost her mother.

Prescription drug overdoses (and drug overdoses in general) have become prevalent, it seems, since I've gotten older. Maybe I didn't recognize them all as a child. Regardless, it's clear these people with great gifts are suffering from something: loneliness, depression, a need for validation; something is missing, and they're not getting it from fame and fortune. What does it say about our society that we're losing people who seem to have the world at their fingertips to something like prescription drugs (or any kind of drug)? These deaths can be avoided, the obviously most disappointing fact. 

A few years ago, I thought Britney Spears would be in this type of mess. But I'm glad she's turned things around for herself, thanks to people who love her. And I truly fear for Lindsay Lohan. I hope, from human to human, that she gets someone in her life to help and care for her.

Who hasn't been influenced by Whitney, somehow? I mean, even I get on the treadmill and have little fantasies in my head to "I Want to Dance With Somebody," involving 80s costumes and choreographed dance moves (TMI)?

Anyway... such a bizarre night. It's hard not to be sad, with a loss of such a huge talent. Sad that we've lost two (three if you include Amy) music greats in a matter of two-and-a-half years. Here's one of my favorite songs of hers.

Feb 7, 2012

You know what? I'm feeling rather lovey dovey lately... which is very reminiscent of the time I dated my Notebook-esque boyfriend back during freshman year -- which is not like me at all. I'd like to think I'm a hopeless romantic, but in reality, it makes me feel weird to be all PDA-like, and the only person I've ever really been that way with was that particular ex. Probably because his doppleganger is Zac Efron, so I'm sure anyone would pack on the PDA if they were in my position, too. Anyway, I'm feeling very suspect of myself. I even bought heart shaped chocolate lollipops for me and my roommate, and plan on doing something fun Valentine's night (given all my work during Fashion Week madness is completed). Like, I've been skipping around the house lately. Concerning. Verrrry concerning. 

Sides notes:
Still loving my job.
Still learning the ropes.
Still trying not to read Youtube comments... but continue to do so. (Literally everyone has said, 'Don't read the comments!')

Also, just a few tidbits from this past weekend:
Went to my first European Rave (or so it could have been assumed to be) at Central in Santa Monica... while it might seem like a tame bar on the outside, all I have to say is this: LASERS. Pretty fun though when you're with a good group. Probably as a result, I lost my favorite eyeliner that I just bought. Super.

Then I ended up at a Glee Cast Party house party in the hills that got busted up by the cops. Thankfully I wasn't there to contribute to the noise while the tickets were being issued. I kind of felt like I was back in college for a split second. I also felt like at any given moment a flash mob to 'Don't Stop Believing' was going to break out.

Chrissy Teigen is still following me. Thank the Lord.

Liam Hemsworth is a babe. I've seen him before a few times at my old job, but I got to see him this time in a social setting, watching the Super Bowl. The guy is winning at life: older brother's Thor, he's attractive, has an accent -- and he's in The Hunger Games. Not bad, kid. 

Lastly, I leave you with this to discuss. This fact that this woman claims she is 'naturally' 80 pounds with a 20 inch waist makes me disgusted, if not offended. We aren't stupid. Unless you suffer from a disease that eats your stomach, nobody is naturally that thin -- unless they don't eat, or got gastric bypass.

Feb 1, 2012

What's Going On


Just checking in. How you doing? I cannot complain. Living life, loving Jesus -- and absolutely LOVING my job. It's crazy that I get paid to write scripts, dress up, and play around with makeup and skin care products for stories. Plus, all of you know of my intense love of research, which is fun when I have to look up different products and services, and find out if they really work or not.

Right now I'm taking this stuff called Viviscal, which is supposed to help with hair growth and is said to thicken it, too. I'm super excited because both Tabitha (from Tabitha's Salon Takeover) and Byron Williams (Drew Barrymore's stylist) both advocate using this product, because they say it actually works (it's not your standard Rogaine, folks) and it's all-natural. If it works, I am definitely going to recommend it to everyone! Stay tuned. I have two months to go. :)

Later this week, two videos will be up: one featuring my interview with Byron, who I could afford to cut and style my hair! The other features my picks for the best Hunger Games nail polishes from the new collection, debuting in March. It's so cool to get products before they're released. I know I'm gushing right now but really, I love it all. This line of polishes really are awesome (I know some of you could not care less). I'm just now reading the books and am mildly obsessed, and the polishes are really high quality, interesting mixes. There's a matte in there, tons of glitter... pretty much the A-List of polishes. Kind of cool, especially for manicure maniacs like me.

February is always fun because all the awards shows go down. I'm working some GRAMMY events again this year, and am looking forward to (getting buzzed and going with girlfriends to) see The Vow because LORD KNOWS I need some romance in my life, even if it is from a cheesy movie with Rachel McAdams and Channing Tatum. I just hope it's nothing like Dear John, the worst movie ever with a trailer that deserves an academy award. Honestly. Do you remember that trailer? For the LOVE. I would have watched it 95 times in a row than have wasted my voucher for a free movie ticket on that sorry excuse for cinema. 

This thing is a far, far cry from the actual movie! waaaaah. However, the good news is that I used to loathe Channing Tatum, but as his acting skills have improved, I find him INCREDIBLY. SEXY. I mean the guy has the body of a Thunder from Down Under dude AND a sensitive side? What more are we to ask for?

Anyway, now that I'm on a Youtube binge, let's discuss the latest (and final) episode of Kourtney & Kim Take New York. I think their lives are ridiculous, but somehow I always seem to believe Kim. I should probably stop watching the show. Maybe it's my quality to believe everyone is inherently good... but I won't psycho-analyze myself. One thing I did notice was after they all talk about their peak and pit of the trip (which was majorly depressing), they start playing some hardcore instrumental music, which resembled the intro to JT's "What Goes Around..." I say that because I am OBSESSED with that intro, which is not recorded anywhere, and I sometimes pull it up on Youtube like a loser just to listen to it.

Don't believe me? It's not identical, BUT SO CLOSE:

Kourtney + Kim (Go to 9:30)

Justin Timberlake at MSG

Sometimes, when I watch this video, I remember how much I loved him. Emphasis on LOVED. It's a cold day in Hell, but how am I supposed to love a man who put a ring on another woman? It's truly heartbreaking... but I guess it was time I fell out of love (after 14 years) with a guy who doesn't know me from Adam, is the result of a boy band crush, and exposed a woman's nipple on live television.  I will love your music, (some of) your movies, and your SNL skits... but I can't do it no more, Justin. 

Alright. I'll leave you all with that for now. Hopefully I'll have more exciting commentary to share soon. Until then, I'm on Twitter all the time and you can see me (if you wish) on BellaSugar!

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