People really go crazy for Halloween here. But I think it's freaky and I like it a lot. I mean in Australia you'll go to a Halloween party and dress up, get drunk off some oddly coloured punch, and proceed to hook up with a blood covered 'sexy' nurse (or for the ladies a guy dressed as Tarzan or a shimmering vampire).The costumes are mostly handmade (because not many stores carry them, although that is increasing). There are no Jack O Lanterns, no one really decorates their houses... But you don
My skin is clearing, the weather is fining, I almost feel like singing ding dong the witch is dead. Almost. But I won't put you through that. That would hurt. You'd stop being my friend. And let's face it, your life would become infinitely less cool because of it. So, this is awkward, what do I talk about? Since this is essentially a blog about organ irregularities I'm going to talk to you about some of my other organs. My large intestine... nah I'll talk about something I can't really
So I think my dermatitis is improving. It's moved from the painful red stage to the really flaky stage. I'm pretty convinced that I'm so hot right now. Half my face is flaking off and the other half is an oil rig. My beard has dandruff which a coworker tried to pick off me this morning, maybe thinking it was food or something. Dear God! I mean Scarlett Johansson will you marry me? My forehead is still really oily and I have two big fat pimples on the right hand side. They're gloriously red.
So my skin is still painful. I definitely think it's this very cold, very dry air that is causing a dermatitis break out, and my lack of a regimen that caused my mild acne to resurge. So plan of attack: 1. Oxy Emergency facial wash: (twice daily) I read some really good things about oxy washes in the review section so I'll give it a whirl. 2. Selsun Blue: (once daily) This generally keeps my dermatitis at bay, but I wasn't perfectly consistent with it in the last couple of weeks, so I'
All I can say is fuck! Sore! Red! Flaky! Yuck! So I move to this place called Canada, which is cool, except for their strange obsession with terrible franchise coffee, but anyhoo my skin decides to kill itself. I get it, I moved from somewhere that practically has the opposite climate. Humid, to dry, hot to cold. But does my skin really have to react this way?! What was once clear is now covered in horrible red flaky parts. What was once smooth is now covered in those raised bumps that this webs
I'm feeling pretty super fly these days. My skin is fairly clear. Thanks to the good dose of sun and sea that I had when I went home, I just have to keep up the Selsun because I know the seb derm is just lurking below my darker skin tone. But that's nothing to whinge about. I also have gone back to Dan's Treatment. I think I was fooling myself believing that Oxy was somehow better, it irritated my skin too much (mostly because it was 5%) and it didn't seem to clear it as well, it was also that i
Welcome, my underlings, to the den of inequity, the red light district of Sodom, and the razor of underbelly. Now that I've got your attention. I have nothing interesting to share. Only that I have a chat (L'Arche word for interview) with the house coordinator for a place in Canada tomorrow morning. Oh and that I'm leaving to head home directly after. Excitement! What else, you wonder? Well, my skin is clearing quite nicely, in the way that my mega pimple on my temple is slowly backing off.
"What I have to do, I have to catch everybody if they start to go over the cliff — I mean if they're running and they don't look where they're going I have to come out from somewhere and catch them. That's all I'd do all day. I'd just be the catcher in the rye and all. I know it's crazy, but that's the only thing I'd really like to be. I know it's crazy." The Catcher in the Rye (Salinger) I feel like blogging tonight. I'm not sure why. I've had a stressful day. I feel like crap after
These are my confessions...yeah, Just when I thought I could try everything I could try My pharmacy I find some oxy and I'm ready to fly These are my confessions Dan I've changed BP and I don't know what to do Guess I've got to give part 2 of my confessions These are my confessions and I don't know what to do If I'm gonna tell it then I've got to tell it all Damn near cried when I made that BP call I'm so throwed and I don't know what to do But to give you part 2 of my con
So today is the Australian equivalent of Independence Day; sort-of. We celebrate the date of our country's establishment, or rather the day the Monarchy landed upon the shores of Terra Australis and proclaimed it for the taking and trashing of The King, in alleged replacement of the inconvenient loss of prisoner dumping ground 101 the US colonies. So as usual we celebrated with beer, the Hottest 100 countdown, and BBQed meats. Sadly due to the lack of sun, and an actual flat large place to put t
Do you want to know the saddest thing about leaving my old suburb. I miss my IGA Lady. We were friends, in fact we were in some sort of de facto mother and son relationship. I told you, I'm completely normal. She would call me her son. I'd tell her about my plans to read and sunbake, she'd guffaw at my idle lifestyle. And tell me about her other children. I'd purchase my goods, never ask for a bag, and only ever use my card. Perhaps the most simple yet satisfying relationship I've ever had with
So I'm that desperate for attention that I'm blogging from my iPhone. Why, you haphazardly ask? Because THE INTERNET IS DOWN! It will only take 5-8 days for it to be connected at our new place. 5-8 days!! For them to plug a cord in at the DSLAM. That's ridiculous! They clearly don't understand that my life revolves around the Internet. It's like taking crack away from a crack addicted baby (blame south park). I just feel lost and confused. Do you want to know the worst part? To set up our Inter
So, as of this Saturday I will be without a residence in which to write my precious blogs, stare at my bumpy skin, or whinge about my filthy roommates. It's sad, you know, the end of the 'Broke's chapter. I may have shed a tear or two, as I cleared out the kitchen's layers of old junk. There was a busking license for a now semi-famous musician. Party poppers, unpopped, never to reach their full potential. Ice cream cones, whose owner has now fled the country, left stale and deteriorating. Fanta
Art Update This is the current version. I'll probably go over this and add some more white. My favourite side is still the right, I had imagined it would end-up a little more abstract than this (like the last version) but I got a smaller paint brush and tickled it a little too much. With white and varnished... Working for a Charity "One should never do anything that one cannot talk about after dinner" - Oscar Wilde The Good They make you look like a good person.
Do you know how you get to that point where you're super excited because your skin appears to be finally clear? Well that was me - last week. Right now I have about 6 pimples, 4 on my left temple, 1 above my left eyebrow, and 1 below my left cheek. There is something definitely weird about the left side of my body. It's actually bigger than the right side. As in more muscular, and my left ribs stick out more than my right. Singlets sit slightly off centre. I swear I'm not paranoid. And I don't w
I spent some of the day painting, and nearly completed my littlest sister's Christmas present. It's kind of a Van Gogh, Kandinsky and Picasso mish-mash (read postmodern pastiche) of somewhere in Venice at night. I may have to change the bottom right hand corner as it's looking a little brown and murky. It's the first time I've properly used oils, I'm usually too impatient, but I kind of cheated and used acrylics for the background. This year, my Christmas presents will decidedly all
I once felt small...then I realised I was following a casually dressed basketball team. So today I went jogging. I'm pretty sure I resemble an orangutan when I run. All legs and long arms. In fact, I think I'll just call my jogging: lanking or alternatively 'rangutannin' (that has quite a nice ring to it). So I went 'rangutannin' with my super fit surfing friends, and nearly died. I was short of breath within about 500m. Granted it was all up-hill. But these days, whenever I do strenuous e
So admittedly, I've spent the day pretty much glued to the screen of my iMac. Well, I have no money. I'm currently waiting on the background of a painting I'm doing for my sister to dry (for Christmas). So I've just been watching the US version of Shameless. And well, I love it. Between mouthfuls of Original Chips, and one bout of actually getting out of the house and going to the gym, I've watched three episodes. Considering it's a US version of a UK show I was a little hesitant. You see, I wat
Want to be successful in life? Well, it's all about marshmallows. There were these trendy psychologists at Stanford in the 1970s who were looking at this lofty notion of delayed gratification (e.g. mmm, I really want to eat that delicious piece of chocolate cake, but I'll wait till after I go to the gym/do dishes/study/clean/work, etc). Well, psychologists love food, and they also enjoy being just a little cruel, so they sat 4-year olds in a room and told them that they can either eat one marshm
I'm not really a sporty type of person. I like playing sports, but I get frustrated because I'm not the best at them. And I always have to be the best at everything. Which is why one of my favourite sports is tennis, because I'm better than most of my friends, so I actually enjoy it. I'll have a go at most other sports, but I don't particularly play much else on a regular basis. Today, at work, we had Hydro Olympics. Which was actually quite fun. I got to push, pull, and prod my client around th
So I'm trying to figure out what to write. There are several thoughts that are semi-coherent enough to share. I'm not really sure if other bloggers are liking my daily updates, or more like shut-up I want to write a blog and not have to comment on your annoying ramblings. I've thought about writing about my Sunday, the one where I went to an advent meeting then to a Christmas party at my favourite Brothers' place. It could be done. Let's just see where the universe directs us, shall we...
So as you can see, this is just a quick photo update. For acne: my problem areas are around my lips, chin, and my temples. For seb derm: it's around my nose and eyebrows. Improvements include my forehead, and between my eyes/eyebrows. These areas are fairly clear compared to what they used to be. Overall, I think the regimen is slowly working, and I think I need to bump up the amount of BP I use and be careful to outline my lips (even though it's terrible if you get it on your lip
So admittedly I've been feeling a little emo today. Even though I had a fun day. We stopped at a petrol station on the way to the beach, and I went to the Mens' and glimpsed my face in the mirror, and died a little on the inside. It was all red and irritated, as I'd just shaved in the morning, and the fluoro lights showed every gruesome bump and scaly lump. So it made me feel really self-conscious for the whole day. Fluorescent lighting, especially of the sort that is poorly positioned in bathro
"I was just walking down ze street one day and a man come up to me and he zaid "Do you want to be a szupermodel?" And ze next day I am in New York and on ze cover of VOGUE." Superstar! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sImj8OoKXVs So I was considering not doing a photo montage in supermodel documentary style, but then I was like NAH! They want to see gratuitous close-ups of my face (who wouldn't?), and they have every right to demand that from me. But yeah, as you can see, in my
So in light of a Resery's recent blog, I too have my own embarrassing story to tell, no copyright infringement intended. So today my car was spluttering around on empty (his name is Butch*) so naturally I went to the local fuel station, to fill him up. I filled the tank till it read about 20 dollars worth. Which is about all I need for the week. I went in to pay, and the cashier told me that would be 29.95. I looked at her with indignation and said no, it was only 20.05. And she was like "no, it