Stupid redirect loop! I've been trying to publish this for about twenty four hours..! And now it is very overdue. I actually started writing it ages ago, but never got around to finishing it. And now it's so overdue, I feel like I just need to get it out there, even though it's substandard, and a more disappointing Christmas present than one holey sock (hey, the older you get the more exciting a proper pair of socks becomes because it means you didn't have to go sock-shopping, don't deny it. Eve
First off, I have to apologise for the lack of blogging recently, I've had it pointed out to me that I haven't blogged in about two weeks.
This is partly because I've been incredibly slack, partly because I've been struggling with some Trojans in my head a bit, and partly because I've been ridiculously busy, with both social events ('tis the season to be popular), and with uni. In particular, I'm trying to do six month's worth of work (or at least make it look like I've done six months of work)
Well, I'm not feeling particulaly eloquent or funny tonight, so I thought I'd throw some photos at you guys until I can do a proper blog.
So for Movember (fundraising event for men's health, for those not in the mo know), on Sunday morning I helped Flatemate cook biscuits to take in for morning tea. He's not very adept at cooking (yet), and was also more than a trifle hungover under the weather, which meant that I pretty much did all the mixture-making and the cleaning, and four trays' worth
Raagh!! Accidentally went back and lost my entry. Hate that!
Okay, you may want to sit down for this. Oh, you're already sitting down? Good. Well, I developed acne out of the blue just under four months ago, and today is my one hundredth day of acne treatment. Yup, exciting stuff. I'm waiting for my surprise party, any minute now. Just let me know about it beforehand so I am wearing something respectable. A tad disappointed with my skin at the moment. Back and chest are fine, nothing serious
Whoops, I'm late with this entry.
So I think in the last update my skin I was still getting fresh spots, but since then the ones I've had have calmed down, and are now at the healing stage, with no new ones. Normally I should be happy about that, but it's at this stage that I can't help but notice all the scarring I have. Maybe it's rose-coloured glasses, but only three months my skin used to be so smooth, and without the bruising of acne, that it's kind of hard to take. At first I was hop
I'm writing this from the office so there's no photos in this blog, so the full extent of my lack of blogging skill will shine (I just wrote "shite" then; Freudian slip?) through, sorry!
Yay!! I have been waiting for this moment for a fair few days (like maybe five). It's finally the weekend! I have been sleeping so badly that the thing I am almost looking forward to the most is the sleep ins... Booyah!
So on a skin update I am still getting a fresh lesion every couple of days, so am nev
Okay this is only going to be a quick update to make sure I don't fall too far behind, and to act as an incentive for my spotty friends to blog.
Following on from the issue of allergic reaction/irritation, this was me by about 2 am on Monday night:
Schematic depicting extent of discomfort resulting from contact dermatitis. Subject was medicated with antihistamines (Phenergan 25 mg), which succeeded in subduing symptoms significantly.
So I have a shower and become intolerably itchy (ev
I am so itchy. This must be penance for an evil deed I did over the weekend. Or I could be having an allergic reaction. Either way I need to handcuff myself to my desk so I don’t scratch all the skin off my back. The reaction started a couple of days ago, but at first I was paranoid it was a fresh crop of spots (it looks somewhat similar to when I started breaking out) so kept applying the Epiduo. And now it’s not improved I’m concerned it might be that that I’m irritated/allergic to.
I've just started watching The Wire. A friend of mine has been trying to get me to watch it for about six months. At first I couldn't even give it a shot, because it's so... gritty... There really is no other word to describe it. And it's real, at least for the hour you watch it (or two, because I can never seem to watch just one episode). You get totally sucked in, right down to getting immersed in the jargon they throw around. The characters are real, nothing's black and white, and despite the
I'll start off with an update on my "progress", which is not good. I have developed three cysts on my face, one on my hairline (which is quite painful), one on the side of my nose and one on my eyebrow. Gah! I'm doing nothing different; I'm still taking antibiotics once a day, and using the benzoyl peroxide/retinoid gel, and taking the Pill. So I think I need to seriously consider seeing a dermatologist. The longer I leave it the more scars I accrue. I don't think this is the flare up from makeu
So on Tuesday the whole world (okay just most of our country then) was put on hold for approximately one hour to watch a bunch of horses race around a grassed oval. The downside of this, is that for approximately one hour (or more often the majority of the worknig day), companies shut down to watch the race on TV/being streamed, eat finger food, and drink cheap champagne. Actually what was I thinking, that's totally an upside! The downside is actually that I invariably enter about $5 in the offi
Happy Halloween everybody!
As a special seasonal gift I am ditching the mask for the day (I do appreciate the irony of being unmasked to wear a costume), partly because my full glory can only be appreciated without it. To achieve this glamourous look, I used skin-toned mineral concealer, light-toned powder foundation, black and silver eyeshadow, black eyeliner and mascara, a couple of leaves and a lot of hair mousse. Seriously, I used a ridiculous amount of hair mousse to mimic the tousled
Now I know you guys missed me, it's been so long since my last entry, so here's a quick bullet-point entry to bring me back up to date (hehehe);
Today: I did not go to the shopping centre and buy all the things I meant to (blender for smoothies/margaritas, sieve and mixer for baking chocolate-chip biscuits, non-comedogenic makeup, toothpicks) I did not wash my spare towels, or do my ironing, or go to the supermarket and buy healthy (or indeed any) food I did not go for the 8 km jog I wante
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Hi All. Well I'm kind of cheating with this one, and doing a quick entry for yesterd
...And I'm feeling quite relaxed and content. I apologise in advance for any errors. I'll put in photos when I get home.
You know what I love? Seminars. Adore them. You sit down, and hear a few (in this case five) presentations for a couple of hours, and then afterwards? Catering. I love catering. Perhaps it comes from being a student, or maybe it's just a boredom thing, but the whole time in seminars I'm thinking about what food and drinks they might have on offer, and how long till they'
I really feel like a fraud posting every day. Seriously, my life is not interesting enough, nor does my acne change dramatically enough to warrant it. Be that as it may, I want to set a good example so that others may follow in a similar fashion, and keep me entertained in the mornings when I intravenously inje- drink my coffee.
I forgot to take a picture of my pristine desk, and since I'm pretty much solely relying on pictures to provide any substance to my blog (they're worth a thousand
I've noticed that my other blog-buddies have become quite popular on the .Org (taking out awards for Most Commented, Most Viewed, Top Blogger etc.), and since I can't hope to compete with them in terms of quantity or quality of writing, I thought I'd put my stamp on my own, equally important award: Longest Blog Titles. I'm sure you're all sufficiently impressed, and understand that this is a highly coveted award only offered to blogs with extremely high impact factors. Good, that's settled the
There is an extremely annoying bird that chooses to sit on my windowsill right next to my head and mock me with the loudest and most annoying high-pitched chirping noise in the world, starting at about 5 am, and finishing at sunset. Seriously, it squawks at me until I "tssh!" loudly at it, where it moves to a tree next to my window and waits five minutes before returning to its rightful position in the world; annoying the crap out of me right next to my eardrum. I think it'
...Yeah, well that's kind of what happened to me today. Except without the reappearing thing. Okay I shamelessly used a pop-culture reference to hook you in, so sue me. It worked, didn't it?? And now I've got you in my evil clutches, I bet you can't wait to find out what happens in my exhilarating story.
So I head into the office, all bright and early (ha! I'm totally lying. I got a text message from a friend super early this morning, and when I read it I must've turned my alarm off. U
Hi All!! Okay, okay, I'll be honest... Hey to my one blog reader! Unless I have a stalker, which'd be kinda cool... My sister had a stalker for about 6 months, which is such a fashionable thing to have. I heard all the celebrities are doing it.
As you can see I have been a tad inactive for a few (cough) days. This is due to me going on the most amazing holiday to an exotic tropical destination, and having very limited access to the internet (countries are still using dial-up speeds?!
Heyo, (*warning, bad pop-culture reference within)
Well this has been a rollercoaster of a ride! I was doing so well, with my acne appearing to clear up, and then real life comes and kicks me in the Jimmy, haha. So it turns out a diet of stress, coffee, chocolate and more coffee is not conducive to good skin. Gee, who'd a thunk it?!
My back continues to torture me, with the few Big Blind Lumps (Ha! That sounds like a really bad band name) and a few fresh ones giving me grief. I've bee
Good Evening, hope you're all having a wonderful weekend.
Well... I survived the dreaded deadline... Barely. At least the scarring from the experience won't be noticeable in comparison to my existing scars Since I last wrote I had one more night of <4 hours sleep, and then even after the deadline had passed I still had issues sleeping for the first couple of nights. But last night I slept in until 2 pm!! 'Twas awesome, totally worth it. So the house is a mess, I subsisted on tomato
An extremely busy week (what weekend?!), with an average of about four or five hours sleep a night for the last six nights, and the dreaded deadline (yeah there's a reason it's called that) looming meant I have had a relapse on my back (and especially shoulders), which was previously starting to look better. Oh and my chin tells me my face hasn't gone unscathed either. I missed one morning doxy tablet during that time because I was too queasy to take it (lack of s
Hahaha I am feeling so smug at the moment! For some reason this time I decided to save my most recent entry as a .txt file, which means I have a backup copy of the blog entries I missed, yay! So this just means I'm only half a week behind, because I'm insanely busy with a huge deadline looming over me... breathing down my neck like a vampire (and we're not talking about Angel or Damon here, by the way) with halitosis. Eek!
Wow, I can't believe it's been a month already since I started trea
So this week I return to my doctor for a checkup, and explain that the acne is spreading down my back and towards my stomach. She advises me to take antibiotics, and writes me a prescription for 50 mg Doxyhexal tablets. The first pack of 25 is to be taken twice a day, with each packet thereafter taken once a day, at night. I am not a fan of using antibiotics when they're not strictly necessary, for obvious reasons, so I am somewhat hesitant to do this. I must admit she freaked