"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!
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 non-model shots, my skin has improved nicely (or so I'll tell you), I only have a few fading red marks on my left temple, with a pimple in my eyebrow. There are some small pimples below my lips and around my chin area. As well as fading patches of seb derm on the left side just lateral to my nose and around my chin. This is after about 2 weeks of the DKR and a few months with the Selsun and Zinc.
In non-acne related news, my weekend was great. I went to ze beach on Friday, with people from church. We had the most delicious cake, it was passionate fruit cake. I should have really taken a photo, considering how food obsessed you lot are, plus it was the best passionate fruit cake I've ever had. Goodness gracious, I want some more now!!!
But first I need to rant about the coast. It is stunning, absolutely, but as soon as you go there your self-esteem drops about one or two notches. Every beautiful person just runs, in some sort of giant loop I'm convinced, along the boardwalks. Then they all strip semi-naked and lay on the beach after they're done running. It is really quite overwhelming. But thankfully a lot of them seem to blessed with little brains. See the culture is all about how low your ute (an endemic pick-up truck) is, whether it is a metallic shade of green or purple, whether the street vibrates with the resounding of your bass enhanced Ministry of Sound album and how large your UNIT sticker on the back is. Oh and you must live at the gym, because appearing on Jersey Shore, is basically your goal in life. If you're female, the hair is fake, impossibly long, and lightened to some gross "platinum" blonde, but why stop at the hair? The breasts are almost certainly enhanced, the tan derived from a carotene containing bottle, and their personalities seem somehow mimicked from The Hills and 90210.
Alright, let's move along. Umm, Saturday was entirely dull, but it didn't really matter because Friday was good enough. Except that I watched The Help, did I ever mention that I love Emma Stone (funny and hot!), it's true, she's up there. Plus the movie was actually on an interesting subject, 'coloured' servants in the south, so I really enjoyed it, the acting was top-notch. And then I just had to revisit Easy A, I think she just completely cracks me up in this movie, she has the best personality, now I wonder if she's like this in real life. Please let it be so.
On Sunday, I went to work, and had a good chat to my geeky friend, who brought his girlfriend along with him, at church. I then said my last goodbyes to my nun-boss. Spent the afternoon at the gym (well a whole hour of it). By the way, I've finally renewed my membership, so now I have no excuse not to do fitness related things. In fact, I'm even playing tennis this afternoon. So superfitness here I come!
Oh and let's extend this blog to Monday (my weekend never really finishes), I went to work for the first time back at another house. So we went out to some ridiculous suburb deep in the northside, and picked up his new wheelchair. It was cool seeing this client again, he's a little more easy going and fun than my other one, so that makes work a bit more pleasurable. Hopefully I'll get some more shifts with him.
Ok, I'll quit rambling now. The End. I mean it is finished. Fin. Game Over.
I forgot to mention, the house hunt is still going. And I really need to clean my room. Done.
I think I have to leave you with the end credits theme to every movie during the 00s, just to show you how done I am.