PANDA EYES [black eyeliner, continued]

As promised, here is the continuation of my previous post. (And just for coming back, here’s my Instagram — take a glimpse into my world, with and without eyeliner.)

People always asked me why I wore my eyeliner the way I did. My default response was usually “because I do.” That was the truth. I didn’t wear it to rebel. I didn’t wear it to stand out. I painted my face the way chose, the way I liked. My black eyeliner was me.

Most people told me to stop hiding my beautiful face. Most people said I looked better without it. But I liked my face better with heavy black eyeliner. That was all that mattered. Honestly, the only reason I stopped wearing my thick eyeliner is because I knew, after college, I’d have to get a “big girl job” and in big girl world my panda eyes would be deemed unacceptable.

I can’t tell count how many times people said I looked like a raccoon, whether they said it to my face or whispered it in someone’s ear. I just wish people would have been more original with their attempted insults.

My friend Ajax (my given nickname to her) said I looked like a panda. That comment actually made me smile. You see, pandas are cute and our mutual friend Nani loves pandas. Nani passed her love of pandas on to me, the humanized panda.

I miss my panda eyes.

Not only were they my panda eyes–they were my pirate eyes, my Taylor Momsen eyes.

This past weekend I got my eyes back.

My boyfriend, my best friend and I went to see The Pretty Reckless at The Sandlot in Green Bay, Wisconsin. That was one of the best nights of my life. My love caught me a drumstick!

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Call me silly because I’ve never met Taylor Momsen, but she just might be my third favorite person. I mean just look at her rocking that stage.

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She looks about as happy as I was when I got my face back.

When Momsen knows she’s being photographed, she rarely smiles. People wonder why. I don’t, though. I think it’s the eyeliner.

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black lines.

This past weekend I went to my first legitimate concert! (Festivals, such as Rock USA, don’t count as a legit concert in my book–and neither does seeing Foreigner at a fair with one original band member…)

I went to see Mayday Parade with one of my best friends. The Maine was also there, they played before Mayday.

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The band, which has been around since 2005, is currently on its American Lines Tour. Mayday’s latest album, Black Lines is probably one of my favorites (okay, so I love all of the albums equally!)

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My friend, Marissa, actually introduced me to the band a few years back. I’m not quite sure how I’d never heard of them before but they instantly became a favorite of mine. “They just get me. They get my life,” I’d tell Marissa. I couldn’t have been more excited to attend my first concert with “my Pipes,” as I call her, and that it was a Mayday concert.

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Here’s me and my friend at the Mayday concert! 🙂

It was amazing. I was never sure I’d be a concert-going person because of the atmosphere, but it’s truly awesome seeing a band you relate to so much on stage singing lyrics about your life.

My friend and I actually plan on seeing Disturbed next month! Now they have been one of my favorite bands for well over a decade. I can’t wait. I’m sure I will find a way to relate it to the “black” theme of my blog so I can write about the experience!