Hey there, blog buddies!
Had a good week since I last rambled. Nothing amazing, but nothing bad has happened either so I can't complain. I saw Rihanna on Saturday and got some pretty cool pictures that night. I even got a hug from Rihanna! I saw Imelda May last night and got some good pictures of her, too. My portfolio is growing and I've got some real big names in there now. Quite what I do with said portfolio, I'm not sure, but I guess I've the rest of my life to figure that bit out...
In other news, did you know that pizza is now a vegetable? True story. I've always made sure I get plenty of vitamin P in my diet so I'm glad that my efforts are now being recognised.
Thanks to the wonder that is the Domino's Pizza app., I was able to order a pizza from my phone during the Imelda May gig last night. God bless Steve Jobs! Anyway, I collected my pizza as I walked home and proceeded to partake in its Pepperoni goodness. Having finished my pizza, I got home and sat and watched TV for a while. Then I went to have a wash before calling it a night. Sticking with my new, "must not pick and must not look in the mirror so much" approach, I didn't look in the mirror when I got home. We have a huge mirror in the dining room and I've been known to spend crazy amounts of time in front of it in the past, but this time, I didn't bother. So I tuned the bathroom light on and looked in the mirror... "Oh my f-ing Jeebus! What in the acned hell has happened to my face while I've been out?! This looks horrible!" It took me a moment or two to get over the shock, but then I finally realised what had happened. My enthusiasm with the pizza had resulting in me getting at least one slice-worth of tomato paste around all my mouth. Now, I have actually been called 'Pizza Face' in my time, but this time, I literally was! I'm sure that this, amongst other things, is one of the reasons I'm single; twenty-six years old and I'm still not quite sure where my mouth is. Safe to say that it's going to take a very patient woman to put up with me!
An hour or so prior to the pizza problem, I actually got sing on my favourite Imelda May track with the wonderful lady herself, in front of about a thousand people. She got me to do a bit of call-and-response on the last part of the song which we kept going for a minute or so. Great fun. Moments like that are the reason I always get myself in the front row at gigs, got to be where the action is!
Today, I saw a man with neon green dreadlocks. Quite enjoyed that.
I also did some Christmas shopping today. In fact, I'm almost done! Gone a bit overboard on gifts for a pen pal in Canada, I'm going to need a very big box to send them in. Not looking forward to the shipping costs on that one! Oh well, it's only once a year I suppose. Just hope she likes what I've bought! My family keep asking me what I want for Christmas and they keep shouting at me because I keep telling them there's nothing I want. Truth be told, I don't really feel like I deserve much. I mean, I've not had the best of years in terms keeping things problem-free for those around me and I've messed up a lot. I guess I'd just rather go unnoticed this time around.
The final thing I did today was to buy a foot-long tube of Jaffa Cakes. Then I decided to buy another one. So I now have two feet of Jaffa Cakes taking up space in the kitchen. About 120 Jaffa Cakes in total. Nom nom nom!
Right-o, skin update! Be warned, there's a picture of my ugly mush coming up real soon!
So, it's now nine days since I decided to make some changes and leave my face alone as best as I could. There's no way I'm going to manage not picking my skin at all, nor am I going to be able to totally quit popping pimples. Just not feasible to go from a thirteen year habit to nothing at all. But what I can do is give my best to limiting the opportunities I have and the damage I do. In the last nine days, I've popped only three tiny pimples. There was a time when I could have done that within seconds of getting out of bed in a morning, and then some. Yeah, totally gross. Right now, I have... wait for it... one spot. His name is Barry and he's sat in the middle of my nose. His favourite thing is basically to sit in the middle of my nose. He's been there for almost a week, un-popped, of course. His least favourite thing is when I cover him in Isotretinoin gel. He really hates that. I'm usually pretty happy to get along with everybody, but Barry and I aren't really getting on to be honest. I think he'll leave before too long but it's probably for the best. Besides Barry, I'm very happy. So happy, I find the time to rhyme. The results of not picking are so obvious to me, although compared to pictures I've posted in my gallery before, it probably looks like old news because I've always been too chicken to post pictures when I've been broken out. Some people think I've made it up. I've even received messages telling me that I've never even had acne and that I shouldn't be here. Yeah, I wish! But, perhaps this spotty friend ain't gonna be so spotty from now on! I'm mainly pleased with the discipline and the focus because I thought I'd slip up at the first chance. I'm now at the point where there's hardly anything to pick anyway. Sooooo hope that this carries on.
I haven't got the results of my food intolerance test back yet, probably have them at the end of the week. I was worried I'd have to give up things like pizza but that's not an issue because it's a vegetable now. In fact, I'm just going to put tomato paste on everything from now on. Before I post this, I'm going to throw some tomato paste on the screen, then I'll be the first person ever to compose a blog on a vegetable. Go me!
That'll do for now I reckon. End of entry hi-five!