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@sunnicali and fashionjunkie: thanks for the tips. I think I did end up buying that anti-itch stuff in the end anyways.
DAY THIRTY-FOUR:
I wake up this morning to something itchy on my face. I go to look in the mirror and see that beside my mouth, there's this odd, raised section of crap that I first assumed to be a cold sore, since I tend to one of these suckers every two or so years. Of course, this was not the case, as in two hours it was huge, itchy and weeping slightly. So, I went to the doctor's and he said it was something called aoeImpetigoa. What the fuck? Where did I get THAT from? So really, my broken out face has sort of been put on the back burner with the emergence of
THIS monster.
Isn't he B-E-A-yoo-tiful? I call him Guarvis. (And don't be deceived, the rest of my skin really doesn't look as good as it does in the picture. I have a feeling that the camera hyper-focused on Guarvis and forgot that anything else much less disgusting, albeit still bumpy, was on my face.)
Also a I have the strangest sleeping pattern now. Sometimes when I'm trying to fall asleep, I suddenly realize that I've stopped breathing, or I get those weird things where you're not quite asleep and you suddenly think you're falling down a set of stairs and then jolt awake so violently you almost catapult yourself off the bed.
So, yes. So sorry that this post is so short, it's just that most of my day has been spent obsessing about the quarter-sized space to the left of my mouth.
Until next time...
DAY THIRTY-SEVEN:
Guarvis has exploded to ridiculous proportions. HERE he is in all his glory. See a he's no longer a baby. He is now a full-grown man. Also, they don't show up in the picture, but I have these little white bumps beside my mouth that are getting larger and larger and I'm just waiting for them to do something.
Anywho a Guarvis did NOT stop me from celebrating St. Patty's day, which I did proudly by slapping a bandaid with a clover drawn on it over the beastly Guarvis. And I may or may not have picked a fight with a rather large thug in the parking lot of a pub.
I think that apart from Guarvis, my skin is doing rather well, but it's hard to tell when my eyes go straight to Guarvis and NOTHING ELSE.
I'm also very busy with school and shit, so I feel like a complete chump for not being able to read anyone else's blogs on here. I must set aside an afternoon where I can read through blogs at my leisure.
And me and my cousin got into a heated argument last night debating whether or not allergy meds can reduce zits and facial redness. We got very hardcore with it, asking the question on all sorts of websites (including this one) and still have not fully reached a conclusion.
DAY THIRTY-THIRTY NINE:
Guarvis, in his usual disgusting fashion, decided to flake off today while I was on the bus, of all places. In fear that my grubby hands would further fuel the spread of his wrath, I could do nothing but let him dangle half-off my face for the better part of three hours. Attractive. Also, I had a nice cold sore pop up yesterday, but I know how to deal with those suckers. Guarvis was a beast of an entire different name. I've decided to name my cold sore Gervis, which would make him Guarvis's less-exotic cousin. So there. I wonder, though, if this plague of disgusting mouth-esque beasts are my version of the dreaded IB? Who the hell knows.
On a more positive and less-pustulating note, one nice thing I've noticed from this intake of complex-B vitamins is that my hair is growing at an alarmingly fast pace. Usually, it slugs along at about a quarter of an inch per month, but it grew a good inch this month alone. Great Success, considering that around this time last year, I got THE WORST haircut of my life. I asked the hairdresser for some layers in the front, and instead she decides to basically just lop the entire top section of my hair off into a bob. So, I had above-boob length hair on the bottom and a bob on top. It looked great. Especially if I was auditioning to be a MUSHROOM in a cheap school play. The expression on that mushroom was basically how I looked as well during that period in my life. And then I just wore my hair in a messy bun for about six months after that, because even in a ponytail it looked stupid as shit. So, it's great that my hair is growing fast now, since it's rather hard to grow out a bob that you never EVER intended on getting in the first place. My ultimate goal is to have Arwen-length hair a la Lord of the Rings, so I think I will be taking this complex-B shizz for an extended period of time. And no more hairdressers. Because every single one I go to is a reincarnate of a devil.
LOL stupid witch hairdresser. I too have sported the "mushroom" look. EH, didnt get any dates that month :] Cool about the b vitamins. Glad your hair at least is growing fast. In the future, go to a gay guy to cut your hair. In general, women want to make other women less attractive, its a cave-woman thing, and male gay hairdressers make you look FABULOUS!
@sunnicali: THANK YOU for that hairdresser tip! That ides would have never crossed my mind in a million years.
DAY FORTY-ONE:
Last night, Gervis fell off. I was yawning and I felt this odd sort of ripping on my lip and rushed to the bathroom and saw that Gervis was dangling off my face like a turd clinging onto a dog's backside. With one swift movement, I ripped the rest of him off and regained control of my upper lip. Ah a now I get to concentrate on my zits again. Which don't look so bad. My t-zone is totally clear and it's just the matter of the cheek pimples to excavate quickly.
I've been loitering around on these boards for post-accutane logs in order to see what to do as upkeep after my course and stumbled upon something called aoeGreen Creama - which is basically a retinod a that you can use as a moisturizer to stop zits from forming and fade dark spots. Which would be nice, considering that my face sort of looks like the inside of a bruised banana right now. Plus, it's supposed to be anti-aging, so might as well start with all that crap early so I'm not so prune-like when I'm forty. Prevention is key! (I'm assuming, I have no scientific evidence to support my theory whatsoever.) I'm already excited to use that cream, since it has good reviews everywhere. God, I am such a loser.
Onto bigger and better things a I should have done this a few days ago, but... DRUMROLL... in less than a month, I will be home!!!! April 16th, to be precise. Already counting the days, since Stalin is getting to be a bigger and bigger asshole with each passing day. I can't even say his name without adding aoePiece of Shita to the end of it, so when I talk about him to other people, it's always, aoeYeah, Stalin, that Piece of Shit, blah, blah, blah...a
Which brings me to the topic of Stalin: I don't know what this man's problem is, but he obviously has a LARGE problem with me, so large that he decided to send my mother a long email detailing every single fact that he hates about me. She showed me the letter. It looks like something a bratty thirteen-year-old girl would write about a classmate that she doesn't like because she's different. Essentially, what he wrote is that he's mad at me because I don't take care of his kid, I don't do his housework and I don't walk his dog. Well, I'm sorry King Sphincter, I didn't know that I was PAYING to live at your house in order to be your babysitter, maid and personal dogwalker. What else would you like me to do for you? Wipe your ass? (Also, for the record, I do do those things. I spend more time with his kid than he does some days.)
He also went on to complain about the two tattoos I have on my ankle, which 1.) are minuscule and 2.) I ALWAYS WEAR JEANS! It's not like I'm flaunting them or anything. But he said that I was influencing his child in a negative way by having my tattoos aoehanging outa (WTF?? does he have x-ray vision that can look through a layer of denim in order to see them???) and that I have a generally aoegrungy, unwashed appearance.a Thank you, kind man, but I do bathe and wash my clothes regularly. I swear to God, that assface treats me like I'm a medical experiment or something.
I feel like writing an email back to him, detailing what I don't like about him (I could go on to say that I don't like his beard because I find facial hair offensive or some bullshit like that) but I'd rather just not talk to him.
@missmooshoo: with the greencream - I was going to start out with a level three and then try out level six. They have little sample tubes that are around four bucks, so you don't have to shell out all your money.
Yes - Stalin is a douchebag. But I'm not going to college next year, therefore I will not be blessed with his presence. So maybe I'll leave a few surprises in his house before I leave.
DAY FORTY-FOUR:
What is this? Around one and a half months? Excellent.
Wow. So I had the pleasure of seeing my good friend General Icky Guy YET AGAIN. (For anyone who's confused, he's this total creep at the bus stop who is warm to my form.) Yes, so anyways, I was sitting there waiting for the bus and saw his grotesqueness approaching, so I quickly ducked into the nearby coffee shop in order to hide out. And while I was in there, decided to grab a coffee. And, then as I go to pay for my coffee, I hear this voice go, aoeLet me get that for youa accompanied by a feeling of utter disgust as my skin literally tried to jump off my body. Turning around, fearing the worst, I saw that it was indeed General Icky standing behind me, grinning with his nasty chicklet teeth that had bits of food stuck in them. So, I hastily slapped my toonie on the counter so he couldn't buy me anything and I wouldn't be in his debt, and then he began following me out of the coffee shop and asking me if I was going to school. Of course, I told him no, and that I was catching another bus. Which I got on. Just to avoid him. And then was late for class. Oh well, it spared me yet another encounter with GIG. He creeps me out. WHY couldn't he have seen me last week when I had Guarvis the Impetigo lurking around on my face? WHY?! At least then I could have claimed to have had leprosy.
And I'm PMS-ing, so my boobs feeling like two shot-puts dangling off my persons (I realize that this may be TMI for guys, but I highly doubt any guys read this anyways) and the boobs have increased about a cup size. Good times. However, I don't have my normal aoethat time of the montha breakout on my upper lip and forehead, since those two areas are still nice and clear. And I only have a couple of cysts, one residing on may jawline and one on my cheek, and then a few odd ones on my chin. So yeah, skin's looking better, I must say (although the scarred remains of Guarvis are still there, but it adds character, don't you think?)
Erm...I'm not gay and I do read your log from time to time 
Neways don't worry that really isn't TMI for me since I live with 3 women and I'm the only male. And before you reach conclusions, I'm not that lucky, their family. Maybe that's the cause of my acne woes lol
BTW, i'd be really careful of that general icky guy, he sounds like a wack job.
DAY FIFTY-ONE? (I'm Ron Burgundy?)
I realized today that I am now a certified Veteran Member, so in celebration, I shall post, although not much has been happening recently skin or other-wise. There is currently one cyst on my cheek and a smattering of other, less threatening-pimples, everywhere else, excluding the T-zone, which is CLEAR 
. This is probably as clear as I've ever been. I'll post some pictures (okay ‚œ a picture) next time. I promise. And my dryness seems to have reached a plateau, although I still need to rub the skin off my lips twice daily. As for what can be found up my nose - well, let's just say if I began collecting from day one, there would be a small boulder in the middle of my bedroom composed entirely of snot.
Only fourteen more days until I'm home! Yes! I can't stand this college shit anymore.
Also, I saw Muse recently and I must say, even if you have no fucking clue who this band is, I highly recommend going to one of their concerts just for the light show. There was a fucking lazer show for one of their songs. Cool beans, man. Also, I danced and sweated and didn't have to worry about my makeup running because, yes ‚œ that's right ‚œ I've been going foundation-less for about a week now. That very idea was UNFATHOMABLE a month ago. I went to the concert with a "friend" to use the term loosely (a friend of my cousin's girlfriend who also happens to like Muse.) The strange part is, she's the only other person I've met that knows who Muse is. And at the concert, all of the Muse fans looked - gasp - normal. Which is weird, because when you go to concerts, there's usually a certain crowd that can be a little scary, but these people were average, everyday chumps. So beware: Muse fans could be anywhere. They could be your co-workers. They might be thinly-slicing turkey for you. They could even be in your home. You've been warned. 
Glad to see you're seeing such great progress! I haven't heard of "green cream", but my derm said I'd go back on tazorac (a retin-A topical) a couple months after accutane if I had scars and for maintenance. It's quite expensive if your insurance doesn't cover it, but you get a huge tube and you're only supposed to use a pea size amount - it lasted me for a year and half @ $300/tube.
Congrats on your Veteran status and your wonderful progress on the course thus far!!
It's funny that you bring up Muse because my boyfriend actually just made me listen to some of their stuff earlier this evening, they're pretty good!
Totally hear ya on the countdown 'til school is done. 2 more horrid weeks for me too- hopefully it flies by for the both of us!
Take care!
I dig Muse! Dont tell anyone...So it seems like things are looking up for you! I am glad you are enjoying the magic of real shea butter..it truly is amazing and has been the only moisturizer I have used this entire process and I will use it forever I think because it is so frikin cheap and makes your skin feel like a baby's ass! Keep up the good work..
Oh and I just got a GAWD aweful mushroom haircut 2 days ago..15 inches gone to locks of love so that I can walk around like a total idiot for a few months...I feel like I am 12 again!
Ooh ‚œ I'm so excited! 
So many Muse fans on here! Now it justifies when I was that weird nine-year-old arguing that Muscle Museum was waaaaaay better than anything that Destiny's Child put out. I was a strange child.
DAY FIFTY-SIX:
Yay. I get to go get blood drawn tomorrow. Hopefully, the phlebotomist doesn't run away while the needle is still in my arm this time.
Not much new on the zit front, still semi-clear (as clear as I've seen in a loooooong time) but I've developed this disgusting rash on my arms, which sort of looks like ringworm (yummy) and another rash on my leg which itches like there's no tomorrow. And then I try not to scratch it, but then forget and start scratching and then I really got into it today and then part of it started oozing yellowish clear stuff. That was gross. So now there's a large bandaid on it. Gross, gross, gross.
And I keep trying to find recent pictures of myself with my current acne, although all the pictures of me have that really good flash that gets rid of red marks and I want an ACCURATE picture, so I'll keep working on that. My friend thinks I'm weird that I keep wanting to look at her camera for bad zit pictures of me.
Oh yes, ACCUTANE DREAM: There was this big, weird spider (like, size of a Border Collie big) in a cocoon on my ceiling and I didn't know what to do with it and I was going to get it down, when it started moving down on a string and opening up. So I ran out of the room and could see through the glass doors that it was attacking everything and then Betty White came out of some shrubbery and was banging on the glass to let her out and then the huge spider attacked her. Why I would dream about Betty White is beyond me.
DAY FIFTY-NINE:
I am convinced that my feet are getting bigger. In an attempt to prove this to myself, I'm going to start measuring them everyday. Maybe something to ask the doctor: Does accutane promote excessive foot growth?
So, yesterday, I officially went to my last college class. Most likely for ever. Now I have a large period of nothing, followed by three exams on one day, then a car ride home with my cousin. For the last week, I've lost interest in trying completely. Every philosophy class I went to, I sat behind this guy who watches movie trailers on his laptop while the teacher is droning on and since I'm viewing them in mute, I add my own lines of dialogue. Then, I realized, aoeWhy don't I just my MY own laptop to classa so I did, and decided to fully refurbish and pimp-out my youtube page, which I had forgotten about entirely for approximately six months. Looking at all those videos of me pre-terrible acne makes me a little depressed (but not that much, since accutane is working it's magic on me.)
THEN I found
gem on youtube. Watch until about the first thirty seconds. One of the best things I've seen in a LONG time.
HERE'S a picture of it. Yes, the picture is terrible. And yes, I'm holding condoms (not for my use, of course). And yes, my skin looks actually worse than that, but it's the best I could do. I lost the USB cord to my camera and casually had to take this off my friend's camera instead.
And this morning was fabulous, even to my standards. It involved a long argument with Stalin over the fact that girls can like video games as well. Because I do like video games. But he thinks that girls don't, then tried to convince me that I was wrong about what I liked. He also did this one time in an attempt to make me prove to myself that I really don't like mushrooms and that I should aoegive them another try.a I've decided that, although he is like Stalin, he also is like a bratty thirteen-year-old. Sort of like Carmelita Spats from Series of Unfortunate Events. If you're confused, read THIS. It should clear it all up.
@faithinhim: yes, I'm also eagerly awaiting the rsults of my foot growth.
@sareliz: Accutane dreams are awesome. I'll have to check out your blog.
DAY SIXTY-TWO:
Erm a so a what's new? Not much on the skin front. It seems to be calming down (two cysts. TWO!) Although I'm expecting a large breakout any day now. I totally forgot to write about my doctor's appointment, due to the simple fact that it was rather dull and nothing happened. Although I did gain some weight back. Which is a good thing. Strange, I read so many people wanting to lose weight while going on accutane, while I'm doing the opposite. But whatever. I always seem to do things backwards.
So, I got all my days utterly confused, but I can finally say: YAY! I'm home! And I'm never going back to that rainy, depressing place again. And I can say that I finished a year of college. Oh yeah.
There's also absolutely NO employment in this here town of mine, and my friends aren't done with their semesters of college yet, so I'm deathly bored. Yes, I want to work! I want to be a cashier! So, in order to pass the time, I've started yet another blog, which can be found here:
http://kernelpanic42.tumblr.com/
Yes, I'm shamelessly promoting it. SHAMELESS! But when I did I actually have a shred of dignity? Perhaps twelve years ago. Anywho a since I tend to ramble on this blog about things NOT accutane related, I started the other blog to do just that. At least until I get a job.
I'm about to go check out your blog now.
