Women have taken

The Fall
Since Eve

I’m not Naive

The world has barely changed
for us, the Fairer Sex
Our only weakness
May be that we’re complex.

Perhaps that is Our Strength
Fighting to the death
For love and life and length
Of lasting legacy
That has no guarantee

People pleasers by nature
But smarter than you think.

I like the dirt, the grit, the grime
Take a bite
Make it mine
I want your teeth
In my flesh—
As with the apple,
I’ll take that bet.

Because I know I’ll win the rest.

You will Repay
that Tempting Danger
of love and lust and longing
And be sorry you’ve
Mistaken belonging
by giving in to Sin
that exists within

Isn’t it easy to fall?
And you thought you had it all.

I got you back you Snake, you Coward.
With me exists true Power.

We decided to get sandwiches from a Korean truck. It was cold out and we were busy, so we brought them to our respective desks. About, oh, 15 minutes later, my c.w. g-chatted that she initially thought the sandwich was too big and she’d save half, but then she proceeded to eat the whole thing. At this point, I’d had about 1/4 of mine and started to feel funny, like Did I just smoke some green? funny. I don’t like that stuff; it doesn’t make me happy or calm or cool—just  paranoid and anti-social and weird.

Then I developed a theory: Chefs put weed in food to make it addictive and keep customers coming back. It’s not necessarily the actual food that you love; it’s the high. For me, this won’t work. But I am one of few who has a negative reaction to the substance, and therefore for most people, this is an ingenious marketing idea.

Just a theory.

A few months ago, I came across a coloring product that is seriously for dark-haired brunettes and black-haired ladies that lightens your color without making it orange or brassy (or so the box claims).

My awesomely talented roommate applied it to my hair in highlight form with straight-from-the kitchen aluminum foil. The results were noticeable enough that my hair looked like it had seen some sun and subtle enough that they are not currently noticeable growing out.

Then, last week I discovered an awesome product: paint-in color. I could only find it in red, blue, and purple (unlike sprays which come in every color under the sun including glittery gold!). I tried the red and put two streaks in my hair. It worked brilliantly and it washes out with the next shampoo. However, I was at a party until 4 or so in the morning and wasn’t planning on showering when I got home. Translation: This will get on your pillows and seep into your scalp (it looked like I’d been sunbathing without a hat). However, it did wash right out when I showered, so I’m hoping the same will happen when I wash my pillowcases.

It’s radical without the commitment. Like a one-night stand.

Just Do It 3 2012

“Work It Out” ♦ Kanye West
“Five Minutes To Midnight” ♦ Boys Like Girls
“Bucket” ♦ Kings of Leon
“Numb Encore” ♦ Linkin Park feat. Jay-Z
“Wet Hot American Summer” ♦ Cobra Starship
“Headfirst Slide into Cooperstown on a Bad Bet” ♦ Fall Out Boy
“Birthday Cake” ♦ Rihanna
“Last Time” ♦ The Daylights
“Good Times (Sick Pimpin’) ♦ Atmosphere
“Throw It Up” ♦ Yelawolf feat. Gangsta Boo & Eminem
“Ridin’ Dirty” ♦ Chamillionaire
“Go Crazy” (Remix) ♦ Young Jeezy

Click on the numbers below for my previous playlists:

#1

#2

Enjoy!

♥Gigi

One of my favorite, go-to, hard-to-fail crowd-pleaser meals is pizzetta. I make many varieties; only a few are pictured. (More pics to come!) They can take as little as 10 minutes or as long as 40 minutes to make, depending on your toppings. You can use just about anything in your fridge.

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Start with a ready-made pie crust. Pillsbury makes one, but I usually buy the store brand because they are the same. Two rolled up crusts come in one package, and they can be found in the refrigerator section of the grocery store near the dairy products. I prefer to use disposable tin pans (9×11″, 1-inch deep), as these are usually for transporting to parties and this makes the clean-up easy.

The instructions for each are pretty much the same:

*Unroll the pie crust and make it fit to the tin. (It comes in a circle but will need to be made square for my version. Conversely, if you want to make this round and use a pie pan instead, that works equally well. Just make sure it is aluminum/tin/dark material, rather than, say, glass or porcelain.)

*Add toppings

*Pop in oven at 375° for 12 minutes (this varies slightly depending on oven and toppings)

◊ Black beans~salsa (with corn and black beans)~ shredded Mexican 4-cheese blend (mild cheddar, monterey jack, queso quesadilla)~jalapenos~olives (much like the Nasty Nachos)

I’m not sure how crazy everyone else’s daily mornings/weekday commutes play out, but mine are full of variety: always changing and ever-entertaining. This was one fun morning in March:

All in before a day’s work:

♠ Run upon rising. “Lace-up and do it” is my mantra half-asleep.

♠ Visit pantyman, a.k.a. the guy who does my laundry. I have a complex about him washing my delicate things. Although he’s very polite, I always feel like we’re having an awkward conversation.

♠ Wait for the bus on the block; chat with a girl who, as it turns out, lives in my building. I barely ever see/hear anyone in my building. Do people really live there, or just dwell one or two nights a week?

♠ The man who decides to sit next to me on said bus starts talking to me while I’m iPodded and reading the Bible. “Is that really true about men?” he leans over and asks. “Yes,” I say. Cosmo is Omniscient.

♠ Arrive in city promptly. Check out a lot of window displays. What should I purchase next? I need some more brights to counteract all of this city’s black. People need to tropicalize their wardrobes here, especially now. Where is the color?!

♠ Man I pass by: “Gorgeous. Now I know there is a God. Bless you.” Thanks?

♠ Get accosted by a man and woman in the street who want breakfast. The man is rambling on about how they are hungry and she is pregnant. Please keep it brief; this is New York. They want me to walk into the deli with them and buy the food so I know my money is not for drugs or liquor. I’m starting to run late. I don’t give an F if they spend it on whatever they want. We all need to survive; street-smart ones figure out how to acquire. I give them the cash I have and save a few dollars so I can buy myself breakfast at my preferred spot. (No time for two stops after that speech! Running late.)

♠ I run to the toast man and place my order. I get lost in the conversation of this other patron who knew someone else there. “Where have you been?” “Didn’t you know? I just got out of jail.” The conversation had been in Spanish up until this point. Way to solicit your skeletons in the closet, buddy. Then, “Beautiful, (snap, snap). Helloooo, pay attention. Your toast is ready.” “Sorry! Thank you! Bye!” Don’t walk, run. (I think the patron who’d been in jail had been locked up for battering his wife. I’ve recently developed this permanent fear of men after watching a Lifetime movie based on a true story, so much so that I have had to sleep with the lights on some nights.)

♠ Jet out of there and into my office in a jiffy.

This is going to be SUCH a great day. Cannot help but love my morning adventures!

Just Do It Q2 2012
“Consolation Prizes” ♦ Phoenix
“Wild Ones” ♦ Flo Rida feat. Sia
“Mercy” ♦ Duffy
“S & M” ♦ Rihanna
“Full Moon” ♦ Atmosphere
“Get Me Bodied” ♦ Beyonce
“Where Them Girls At” ♦ David Guetta feat. Nicki Minaj
“Naked Kids” ♦ Grouplove
“What Makes You Beautiful” ♦ One Direction
“My First Kiss” ♦ 3oh!3 feat. Ke$ha
“Young, Wild, and Free” ♦ Wiz Khalifa feat. Snoop Dogg
“Titanium” ♦ David Guetta feat. Sia

For my previous playlist, click here.

Enjoy!
♥Gigi

A few years ago, one of my guy friends said to me,”Oh, I could never get with her. She’s crazy.” Whenever a guy says this, it means he tried and he failed. I’ve had enough experience with guy friends to believe this is truth. Guys want to get into your pants—especially if you are as gorgeous, brilliant, and upbeat as this girl is.

Said girl was a good friend of both of ours. She was friends with his sister from college, she moved into our town which is how they connected, she and I became fast friends since she was my neighbor, and I met him through her.

Even if she was crazy, what guy wouldn’t try? I don’t think he invited her to watch movies at his house or to hang out all the time because she was new to the area. He was trying to move in, and even though she’s naive and I doubt she even considered he wanted to be more than friends, she did or said something that made it clear that she was not interested.

The one thing I’m almost sure about when a guy says a girl (who he often hangs out with) is crazy: He tried and got shot down, was placed in the “friend zone.” Oh boo-hoo. Clearly she is not “crazy” if you remain to be her “friend.” (That sliver of hope: this topic deems an entirely new post.)

There’s this type of guy who didn’t get any of the girls and/or any sort of recognition in high school, and then got hotter or cooler in college, which then made him more social, which then inflated his ego. He attempts to keep up this social butterfly persona later in life, but since he still holds a huge insecurity about his social status, he constantly needs to do subtle brags (about himself) or stabs (at others) to prove to everyone (himself, really) that he is worthy of some sort of social acceptance to make up for the fact that he was the class dork/misunderstood/unnoticed for most of his life.

So to all those loser asshole guys in life, who feel the need to deem a girl crazy just because she rejected him, and to say it to her friend (and if that friend is me, I will immediately discontinue my friendship with you, L.A.G.—as is what happened here), man up and grow something. Dissing girls is uncool, especially to other girls, and especially especially to their friends. And girls, don’t allow that bs. Call them out on it!

L.A.G.’s: Don’t hate on others because you lost. I’m sure plenty of people liked you all along, but because of your complex, they certainly don’t now.

Here’s a little treatment for your hands:

Mix: 1 egg, 1/2 cup warmed milk (I use almond milk, but any will suffice besides skim), 1 T olive oil, 1 Vitamin E capsule, a generous dollup of cocoa and/or shea butter lotion and 1/2 an overripe avocado (mashed up). Blender the ingredients if your avocado or anything else is being difficult.

After soaking your 10 digits for 10 minutes, remove and coat nails and cuticles with Vaseline or Aquaphor. Then lotion the rest of your hands with Eucerin cream (the thick, from-the-jar kind). Slip on gloves. Best to do this overnight to maximize results, hence why I am publishing this on a Sunday, but 20 minutes will suffice.

Luxuriate!

]]> http://giaportfolio.com/2012/03/25/trix-nails/feed/ 0 giaportfolio hands3 http://giaportfolio.com/2012/03/22/how-to-glitter/ http://giaportfolio.com/2012/03/22/how-to-glitter/#comments Thu, 22 Mar 2012 17:36:00 +0000 Gia Portfolio http://giaportfolio.com/?p=1644 ]]> Jewelry, step aside. This is not about you. Same with you, sequined dresses and bedazzled coats.

There are several ways to emanate  sparkle from your body instead. Here are my favorites:

Your face:

*Revlon “PERLE” eyeshadow in Lilac Shimmer. You don’t have to limit this to your eyes just because it’s eyeshadow. Experiment on your cheeks, or mix it with lotion for your shoulders. It’s a fantastic, long-lasting form of glitter.

*Glamorous Cosmetics makes a palette that I use daily: The Summer Set. Not sure if they will bring it back this season. However, they make a glitter powder and have a line devoted to glittery make-up products, including almost every color of glittering eyeliner!

Your hair:

*Actual, made for arts and crafts, straight-from-the-sprinkler bottle glitter. I usually shower this over my head (outside, so as not to make a mess). It will stay in your hair for the night, and if it gets on your clothes, all the better.

*Spray glitter made for hair, from the bottle. The glitter stays put and makes your hair a little sticky in that hairspray-way, but it’s a preferable option for Halloween and for costume parties. You can also go blonde for the night, or hot pink, or anything really; all you have to do is pick your poison. Ricky’s and most other beauty supply stores sell it year-round.

Your body:

*It’s hard to find glitter gel these days, so it’s best to make your own. I actually think it comes out better if you do it yourself. Wet & Wild makes a glitter called MegaSparkle Confetti, and if you mix that with your body lotion, you can create the desired effect—subdued or extreme.

*If you want bronze-y skin with a sparkle, L’Oreal Sublime Glow is a gradual self tanner that has tiny, tiny sparkles that catch the light and give a nice shimmer to the skin.

Here’s to Fairy Dusting the World!