Hurry Up Summer

I can wait for summer!
I cant wait to run again,
and to complain about how hot it is,
and to not wear makeup and to wear crazy makeup, and to just lose myself in the crazy picture of summer.
I feel this summer will be different.
More places, more people, and love? Crazy, Stupid, Love? or maybe just kisses. Lingering kisses that mean nothing but mean something.
I dont want a yolo summer but I want a "this is kinda my last summer of being a kid before I have to grow up" type thing, you know?

Writing this I can just see icecream and sunglasses during the hot day and neon prints, and parties at night. I want freedom and the ability to miss school but not really miss it. I want beaches or even just city pools. I want vacations and movie nights and concerts and parties of all sorts. I can see the pastels mix with some odd desert scene. I love the contrast, it excites me.

We all know this feeling. It hides deep inside you. As teens, we're the Gods of summer. We can almost taste the liberation. The freedom. What does your summer look and sound like?

Heres mine..
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4C8e7nNLZNs

Ode to 1/2 of my best friends.

I sit here aloof,
"Hello, there's mail for you!"
I check my e-mail, oh what a lovely surprise.
A letter from my best friend though she's right here by my side...

I work on my assignments, I do this dilligently,
But a static noise seems to interrupt me.
"Cheyenna, come in."
and so begins the fake walkie-talkie converstaion.

On the weekends, from eachother we're away,
For more stories to hear, Monday I cant wait.
Stories about you being grounded,
and how awesome and "delishh" your cup of noodles sounded.

I know we're crazy and kinda on the frits,
but when we're adults, these will go on our SNL skits.
One preview to a skit about a kid named Jared,
he's not the brightest bulb but certainely not arid.

And when eachother we annoy our threats feel bolder,
for example, promises to give "sucha colda shoulda!"
and possibly injuring someone in an odd place,
like promises to pinkie flick you in the face.

Changing the rules on our scrabble game,
because normal rules are just plain lame.
And playing dots with highlighters that are poppin',
even though our teachers tell us to, were not stoppin'.

I know I can be a nervous wreck it seems,
but you add to my life, the comic relief.
This poem is for someone and not to be condemning.
This poem is for 1/2 of my best friends, Shayna Fleming.

So listen my friend,
Even to the end.
When an all nighter means not getting up to pee,
when all the names in our black books beside them have M.D,
when getting lucky means finding our cars in the parking lot,
when the candles cost more than the cake we bought,
Listen close, listen my friend,
you will be my best friend all the way to the end.

North, South, East, West? There's only One Direction for me.

Ohhhhhh DEAR! (Head hung in fake shame.)

I've crossed over to the dark side... If the "Dark Side" entails amazing hair, gorgeous smiles, and heartmelting accents. Incase you haven't guessed it yet, I'm referring to One Direction.
This all began with me arguing with Ariana about how "absolutely lame" they are. She proceeded to show me pictures of them but I truly only had eyes for Zayn Malik and Nile Horran. I then had a few pictures on my phone of them but still thought "ehhh".
 
Well a couple of weeks later we're all sitting around the computer and we decide to look these boys up again. I think to myself, "hey they are all kinda cute." By this time, I'm not reeled in just yet.
Ariana tells me to watch the video Live While We're Young by One Direction. (At this point I'm still trying to convince Ariana that Harry Styles is UGLY.) Watching the video, I see that pictures do not do these boys justice... I kick myself now for saying how "ugly" Harry Styles is... He's freakin' GORGEOUS! Infact, they ALL are. Zayn Malik will always be my first pick and my first love though[;

I guess you could say, I'm hooked!
North, South, East, West, there's only One Direction for me that's best!

A Boxers Prayer

I ask you not for victory.....
for somehow, that seems wrong,
but only for protection
and the courage to be strong;

strength- not to conquer,

but just that I'll fight well
and prove myself a sportsman
at the final bell.

i ask you, christ of suffering,
that i should suffer pain
i'll offer it for all my sins
so that it won't be in vain

and if prehaps, he cuts me
and the bright red blood I see,
I ask that I'll remember
the blood you shed for me.

I need you in my corner
but likewise, in the order,
so that I'll remember
my opponent is my brother.

and I'll pray that you'll protect us
from injuries severe.
that we'll give the fans their value
and every cause to cheer.

and make each single act
of either one be fair,
so no matter who the victor
in the glory both can share.

and if by chance, he floors me
and the canvas I should meet
with your grace and strength
please help me to my feet.

Then should a little glory
somehow fall on me
please help me to remember
that I owe it all to thee.

Please help me to go the distance
through rounds with danger rife
not only in the boxing ring
but in the larger ring of life.

so I ask you not for victory....
for some how, that seems wrong,
but only for protection
and the courage to be strong.

strength of mind and body
so that I'll fight well
and the referee will raise my hand
at the judgement's final bell.

23 Ways To Instantly Make Your Day Better.

1. Hang this on your wall or above your desk.

2. Feel Pretty.

3. Do something new with your hair.

4. And take a brand new facebook pic.

5. Imagine you are this penguin.

6. Now focus.

7. And remember that these dogs are on your side.

and this dog will fight for you as well..

8. Be happy that you aren't one of these people...

Not doing it for you?

9. Quick look at these pics of dogs!

10. Quick! Look at these pics of Kim Kardashian crying!







11. Quick! look at this pic of Snoop Dog and his long lost brother!

12.

Wait! Look at this pic of a porcupine wearing a hat!

and this kitten riding a rooster!

13. PHEW! Now relax...

And be thankful...

14. that this isn't happening in your town...

15. Or this in your back yard.

 16. And that no one put bread on your face.

yet...

17. Be thankful you aren't stuck in a swing right now.

18. And that this picture of eminem making nachos exists...

19. Remember that Johnny Depp also ironed grilled cheese sandwiches.

20. Now look at this picture.



22. Return your angers.

23. and smile like a dog wearing a sombrero(=!



Paper heart. A poem.

Paper Heart

The greatest idea ever thought
Was a heart made of paper.

Scribbling down the happiness sought
And removing hurt with an eraser.

Oh this came as amazing news.
It got all the best reviews.

Everyone seemed to enjoy and use,
So I decided to buy one too!

A lovely boy came along and neatly scribbled his name,

But all too soon things went wrong,
And I unfortunately lost his game

"My eraser!", I exclaimed, "with it, surely this sadness will end,
But as I quickly found with dismay,

That lovely boy...

wrote his name in pen.

About your author(=

I'm Cheyenna Alexandria Martinez. This blog is called Makeup and Sweat because that's just what my life consists of. I'm an athlete and a model.. Just kidding. I am an athlete but i also love makeup. My life is filled with workout then makeup and no time in between, so it seems.. 
I wake up every morning and run at 6:30, get out a 7:20 and do my makeup.
I go to school then my period before lunch is basketball, I sweat it all off, then reapply.
After school i lift weights or do speed and agility, reapply.
Then I have boxing practice. sweat it all off,
wash my face, shower, go to bed.
This is what it feels like my consists of but i somehow manage to fit other stuff in as well.

This isn't a blog about how to do your make up or some weird lesson on hair. This is my life. My love of sports, and beauty, but truly just simply my life.