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haha about your friend.. i hope shes at least not pregnant after all that! also, good luck with baseball. i played softball (kinda sorta the same thing.. actually, exactly the same thing for my purposes) in the fourth grade, and i lucked quiiiite badly. i had a sort of eye/ head thing where i would see the ball in a different place than it really was (or i would see two balls coming toward me.. yeah thats what she said. so i didn't hit one ball all season.) baseball is cool because 99% of the time you get to either sit on bench, or stand around a field. 
i wish i was on day 90......
You'll get there. Time flies when you're on accutane.
@missmooshoo: yeah, I suck at baseball too. I failed to hit the ball every time I went up to plate.
DAY NINETY-THREE:
Ooh I just inherited by brother's old ipod touch, so I'm currently writing this entry on it. So exciting.
By the way, baseball + accutane = sore-ass shoulders.
Weird bar story: I went there with my friend, and the door guy was a total douche bag and didn't believe that it was ME in my driver's licence picture because I look too old in it (I was eighteen at the time, now almost twenty, so what the fuck?) and I said, Oh it's the acne that makes me look younger. And he goes, No, actually your skin is nice - compliment, although he's still a d-bag - but this looks like the driver's licence of your fat, older sister. Niiiiiice. I'm glad that I'm Benjamin Button and and now seeming to age backwards, since I was mistaken for being eighteen when I was fourteen, and am now nineteen and people think I'm fifteen. Something went wrong there during puberty.
And then, there were these people from my high school there (hooray for small towns!) whom I never spoke with then and certainly wasn't compelled to speak to now, but my friend wanted to, and then like three guys from my grade all introduced themselves to me, as if they'd never seen me before. It makes me wonder just how different I look from high school.
^^^^^^^^^That I typed last night. Continuing the story on my laptop:
And then, we were playing pool when this group of people that my friend hang out with came along. With me being all weird and antisocial, I thought it would suck, but they were all nice. So, that just goes to show that deadbeat druggies (no stereotype intended) are most likely some of the most friendly people you will ever meet. And then there was this one dude who is my friend's boyfriend's friend, and we've met and hung out maybe five times, yet he never remembers me at all (again, making strong impressions on people), and all I can remember about him is what he was eating at the time. He repeatedly offered me Twizzlers when we were in an Alexisonfire moshpit, and then another time made himself a massive brie sandwich when we saw Avatar and snuck it into the theatre and was chowing down on it halfway through the movie.
Anyways, then there was this guy there called Luke. I only remember him because he had the weirdest fucking face you'll ever see. It's like someone took his facial features and stretched them all vertically. Here's a rough rendition of what he looks like: LONG-FACED LUKE
So, he's like, Hey how's it going? and he remembered my name and everything because we met some other time, but for the life of me, I couldn't remember his name and then I said the smoothest thing ever, which was, Yeah, sorry, I'm really bad with names, but I'd usually remember a face like yours.
Smooth. Smooth.
Anyways, facial wise I've been sick the past few days and I've noticed that I'm sort of breaking out, but all the zits are little and haven't done anything yet, although a couple of them I suspect will have a nice eye on them come tomorrow morning. There's two little ones on my chin, a bigger one beside my mouth (although not very big at all, maybe like three millimetres across at most), one under my nose, one between my eyes and one on my forehead. I suspect this is from being sick, so I'm trying to not have a full-fledged panic attack. Seriously, they're so small you can't even see them unless you go six inches away from me (and I don't think anyone will be getting that close to me in the near future.)
DAY NINETY-SIX:
So, as of right now, my skin is almost completely clear. There's a zit on my chin and one between my eyes. But my red marks are irritating the shit out of me. Sometimes, they look alright, and sometimes I look like the second coming of Quasimodo. Sometimes they're indented. Sometimes they're not. MAKE UP YOUR MIND!!!!
I also think that my skin reacts to dairy and ample amounts of sugar, since I had some deep-fried mozza-sticks the other night, and then a bunch of cheese and ice cream and other general dairy products, and I got a bunch of little zits on my nose. Then, I had some drink that I'm pretty sure was just liquid candy and hello eyebrow zits. So, once I'm off accutane (and while I'm on it) I'm going to try and avoid those sorts of devil's food.
Aside from that, I (finally) have a job (sort of) that commences in June (they think.) It's working for my uncle's construction company and it's a that's right aa traffic control person for roadside construction. So, I'm going to be a flag hag. If you happen to be anywhere in British Columbia near the Alberta border and see a construction crew on the road, keep a look out for me. I'll be the short one in the ill-fitting high-vis gear. Of course, with this flag-hagginess, I'll be in direct sunlight for 40 hours a week. Luckily, my mother sells Avon and she has a surplus of that fun sunscreen that goes on blue and dries clear. So, hopefully I don't burn to a crisp, develop skin cancer and die.
And, to get all of these flag hag supplies, I got to drive with my friend into the city. And the ENTIRE time down, she was talking about how she wants to get married, have kids, be a stay-at-home mom and still have an aoeawesome careera. The logic here is fleeting, since she's eighteen (by the way, this also happens to be the friend with the pregnancy test incident a few entires up) and has been to one semester of college. I had to hold back sarcastic remarks the entire way down and resist asking her if she needed a full-frontal lobotomy to set her straight. I'm not one of those people who are big into weddings. There's just so much bullshit there. If I ever get married, it'll be in a courthouse. And I certainly won't ever be wearing my ring, because anything on my fingers bugs me. And I don't even want an engagement ring because I hate diamonds. Maybe I was a man in a past life. That, or living with a surplus of brothers has seriously fucked my perception of what it's like to be a girl.
Also, I'm pretty sure you're not supposed to get anything pierced on accutane, but I did anyways. It's some flap of cartilage in my ear I believe is called a aoedaith.a The chick piercing it didn't even know what it was, but shrugged and said it looked pierce-able. It didn't really hurt, there was just ample pressure as she attempted to shove the needle through the cartilage and then I felt the needle go halfway through, and then she had to take a break, then shove some more, and then the needle finally went through the other side. I've read that there's a crunching noise like dense celery when you get it pierced, but I wasn't even blessed with that. Just ample pressure, followed by profuse bleeding. Probably wasn't a very good idea. I tried to take a picture, but my room's too dark and the piercing is well-hidden.
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I cannot tell you how freakin' lucky you are to have clear skin now! I know that we're around the same day/month of our Accutane dose, and even though I've seen some results it's nowhere near to clear! But congrats! Haha, you're luckyyy.
And congrats on your job too! (:
How can you not be into weddings? That's soo crazy. I like missmooshoo007's idea of the nose rings though...that'd be cool!
And about the peircings, I had nooo idea you're not supposed to peirce anything on Accutane? I got my cartilage peirced about 2 months ago and I was still on Accutane and it hasn't hurt at all?! Tell us how your "daith" is doing in a few days though! And post pics! I wanna see exactly what a "daith" is. Lol. (:
I enjoyed reading some of your log! You're very amusing and I wish you'd been around when I was on tane and whatnot.
I'm pretty sure dairy is awful for skin as well. I was vegan for 6ish months, and my skin improved a lot to the point where I could use proactiv-esque treatments and be happy with my skin. Then when I started eating just minimal amounts of dairy and gradually stopped being vegan alltogether, I broke out SO HORRIBLY and eventually went on accutane.
I definitely think minimizing dairy intake helps, while balancing it with a lot of water and vegetables and stuff.
I'm not into weddings either. As I annoyingly like to profess, they were borne out of patriarchy so that men could own women and now they're just a big waste of money. I don't think you were a boy in a past life...just a feminist in your present one? haha. Weddings are quite fun to attend though! Food and dancing and all of that.
I hope everything with your skin goes smoothly! The redmarks are annoying, but once you're off accutane your skin tone will settle down some. : )
@faithinhim: YES!!! TRIPLE DIGITS!
@missmooshoo: Yeah, not into weddings at all. Although I did have a prom. And while the nose rings sound cool, I really don't want to draw any extra attention to my huge nose than I have to.
@somebody.out.there: You'll have clear skin eventually! I guess everyone just clears up differently. But, at the end of our courses, we'll have have pretty much the same enviably clear skin. And here's what a daith looks LIKE. It's kind of bleeding a lot, which isn't a surprise because everything heals slower on accutane.
@Brooke Riley: Glad to know that someone else out there shares the same views on dairy and marriage as me. I'm definitely going to check out your blog.
DAY 100: 
Okay, so I really don't have anything of help or even zit-related to write, but it's DAY 100 (TRIPLE DIGITS!!!!!!!!), and I wanted to mark the occasion. So, if you're in a for a juicy acne tale, I suggest you stop reading this and go and read another blog.
Oh my God. My brother got a pogo stick. This bouncy, metal, yellow thing is the best thing to happen to my household in a long time.
Also, I have discovered a website called cracked.com. If you have no idea what this is, walk away now and pretend you never read this. You will never be the same after this. So, there I was, googling douche-bag names (for other purposes) and came across an article scientifically explaining why douche-bags act the way they do. And then I found more articles on the website... and more... and more. It's like wikipedia, only it's interesting. And, quite literally, for two days straight, all I did was read these articles, gathering up useless facts that I can unleash when I'm in an uncomfortable situation, get really cranky, then finally get pried out of my house by my friend's on Wednesday for wing night, then get really crabby as I went through factual-article withdrawals.
Alternatively, I was taunted by a little kid in town yesterday. I'm just there, chillin at the Bargain Shop and deciding on what hula hoop to buy (for some hula hoop class, naturally) and this little shit with ice cream all over his mouth comes up to me and goes, ‚Å“Do you know Riley?‚ And he did this weird thing with his face where he squinted his eyes and stuck out his lips like a fish. And I'm like, ‚Å“Er ‚œ no‚ taken aback because I don't like little kids in general, so therefore I don't know what his game was. And then he goes, ‚Å“He's bigger than you.‚ (Comes closer to me.) ‚Å“He can beat you up.‚ I was at a loss of what to do. I mean, what I really wanted to do was push the little puke back and say that I can beat him up, but then his mother came, and she was that kind of housewife with the power sweatsuit and the blond hilights and looks like she bakes cookies all the time, and she was all like, ‚Å“Oh ‚œ I'm so sorry, Tommy just hasn't taken his ritalin today.‚ No shit, woman. The the cookie maker toted her misbehaved bully of a child away, presumably to go home and bake some more cookies.
So, I got out of the store, and I'm going to drive out to my friend's house. Incidentally, she lives fifteen minutes out of town, so yay, I get some highway practice time in. And as I'm driving, this person zooms up behind me to pass me. And who do I see passing me ‚œ no one other than the cookie maker herself. Okay, so I was going to let this slide, but my mother (of all people) goes, ‚Å“Quick ‚œ pass that bitch!‚ Which, is terrifying, because I'm not exactly the most seasoned driver. But this woman was bugging me, so I passed her, and waved wholeheartedly at her while doing so, then told her to go and bake some more cookies. And then she passed me again. And I passed her (while waving). And then the turn off to my friend's was coming up, so the race was over. Intense, intense.
Then my friend decided to spontaneously pot some flowers, so we drove to the nursery to get some potting soil. The dude working there goes, ‚Å“Can I help you guys with anything?‚ and I was feeling rather hyper from the race with the Cookie Baker, so I said, ‚Å“We want... a SHRUBBERY!‚ like from the Knights of Ni in Monty Python, which prompted him to say, ‚Å“We will find you a shurbbery‚ and before I knew it, we had reenacted the entire
I'm pretty sure that I was best friends with this guy in a past life. I think the whole point of this story was that at least I didn't have to worry about five or so cysts lurking on my face while I was talking. I can actually participate in conversations without thinking, ‚Å“They're looking at my zits, they're looking at my zits‚ because there are no more zits. It's just embedded in my mind to think so.
Another side effect I've been noticing lately are small, wallowing fits of depression, although I'm not really sure if you could call it that. I just start thinking about how I've done nothing with my life and if I dropped of the face of the planet tomorrow, maybe ten people would notice. These sort of mood things happen most when it's gloomy and raining out. NOT FUN.
Also, I thought that I was insane, but that is no longer the case. My brother is the one who is insane. Today, he was in the bathroom for an unfathomably long amount of time, so naturally, I thought he was busy whacking off, when suddenly I hear him say ‚Å“Why ‚œ hello nodules, it's time for you to leave‚ and realized that he was talking to his zits as he picked at him.
For lack of anything else, I've decided to upload pictures of my red marks/scarring. Although, the flash from Photo Booth makes them considerably better-looking than usual, like a psychopath with superficial charm. I also had to crouch and bend at the most awkward angles to take these pictures, as I was trying to do so clandestinely because two of my bothers were in the room. So, while the picture was being taken, I was pretending to notice a non-existent spot on the corner of my monitor. Enjoy:
For the full effect, I strongly suggest you make your monitor as bright as possible.
That's true! Lol. But your daith was pretty cool! I've wondered before what that was called and if people got them peirced? Obviously so, nowadays people can get ANYTHING peirced! Lol. Your skin looks GREAT! I'm looking forward to mine looking like that! Rude little kids always piss me off too...they just bother me! Think they know everything...
Glad that everything's doing good for ya! (:
DAY ONE HUNDRED FIVE:
Blah a it's been a busy last few days. To summarize:
The Bad:
-I didn't have my glasses on and went to pick up a piece of black fuzz off the stairs. It wasn't fuzz. It was a fucking huge spider.
-I'm pretty sure I've had strep throat torturing my tonsils for the past few days now. At first, I thought it was just another cold rearing its ugly head, but nooooooooo, there's pus sacks.
-The Habs are out of the playoffs.
-Lost is over. Depression ensues.
-Speaking of depression, I've been drinking mass amounts of soy milk lately, to the point of where I have a craving for it late at night. Then someone told me that lots of soy milk can cause depression because of the naturally occurring estrogen in the soy beans (or something, I don't feel like looking it up.)
The Neutral:
-My best friend got engaged. Since she acts like a borderline tween, no one is really taking it seriously. In the words of her mother aoeit all seems like a big joke.a
-Also, my best friend's boyfriend has this friend that I'm strangely attracted to. He also happens to be a huge dirtbag. But at least there eye candy to look at as my raging estrogen-fuelled-from-all-the-soy-hormones sit there and stare at him stupidly.
-One of my bottom wisdom teeth is finally coming in. Soon, this will fall either into the bad or good category, depending if it cuts through straight or sideways.
-My cousin wants to drag me to a party on Friday. No comment.
The Good:
-NO ZITS!!!!!!!!
-I have finally applied for a pre-apprenticeship program (after only two months of procrastination)
-I start work on Monday
Which brings me to:
The Frustrating:
-I'm working as a flag hag. The construction site is supposed to employ three flag hags so that you can rotate in order to eat, take a shit, stop melting in your boots, etc. For the first week, there's only TWO of us flaggers. I wouldn't mind standing out there all day (apart from the accutane sun issues), except for the fact that my period is due at any day now. And, if you're a chick, you've probably already guessed that I'm panicked about what's going to happen if it has just started and I have to stand there for eight hours. Without moving. All day. Also a factor in this dilemma: The constructions site (sans me) is solely men. Now, there's no way I can tell my uncle (construction site foreman) about this dilemma because
1.)He is a man
2.)He is a man
and 3.) He is a man
I broached the sensitive topic to my mother, and she goes, aoeI dunno. Maybe go off behind a tree or something?a which prompted me to reply with, aoeHave you ever changed a pad behind a tree?a
The look on her face suggests that she never has, nor will she ever get the urge to.
Well, I have changed a tampon in the middle of a field, taken a piss in a hole, and taken a shit in the forest. Because i used to work with all men. They dont care. Neither should you.
i dunno, maybe you could take the 1st day off, like tell your uncle you have the "flu" and just stay inside and mellow? i say bring back the menstruation hut. why does modern society expect women to interact socially during our periods? like during that time the last thing i want to do is smile and interact.
@missmooshoo: Ahaha a that spider story is great! Was your computer okay? And a pre-apprenticeship program is what happens before you go into an apprenticeship trades program (ie. electrician, carpenter, etc.) Basically, it's for morons like me who have no experience in the field they want to study.
@sunnicali: I know, why do they make us work during our periods? I used to be a cashier and when I was PMS-ing, they were probably better off sticking a bear at the till.
DAY ONE HUNDRED NINE:
The un-pleasantries continue as my foot seems to be agitated by some ailment called aoePlanter Fasciitisa which basically feels like a screwdriver got embedded in your heel. Let the good times roll.
Anyways a I think my goal this summer is to be more outgoing. Even with my skin clearing up, there's still the mindset of aoeI'm ugly and I don't want anyone looking at mea and it's hard to break that habit. But no more! I'm going to try and not be that person who keeps their head down and hopes to turn completely invisible in a crowd. And I won't hide behind my friends when we're at a party standing a circle. Eye contact, people, eye contact.
So, along the vein of trying to be more social, I went to this house party with my brother.A I didnat know anyone there, except my cousin who took off shortly after we arrived.A Yeah, heas pretty much the biggest jerk youall ever meet.A So Iam standing there, trying not to be such a wallflower (see inspirational paragraph above), and sort of talked to this circle of people, who incidentally, were all completely zonked off doing E. At some point during this, I ended up holding three cigarettes at once. I don't even remember how I ended up with these cigarettes, but it's like aoeWhat? How did I get these? I don't even smoke!!aA
So a couple of hours pass, and I decide to find my cousin to beg me to take me home, when I see his truck zooming off into the night (fantastic timing on my part.)A I later on learned that he took off to have some aoeintimate timea with some random chick, leaving me to fend for myself because I looked like I was having a good time.A And I had no cellphone.A Because it was in the truck that just left the premises.A Anyways, so I went back inside and there was a sort of dance floor thing, so I was dancing a lot and getting really thirsty, so I kept going to drink out of the tap because there were absolutely no glasses to be seen and then later on, as I was getting about the fifty-millionth drink, someone tells me not to drink the water because it has to be boiled, but I should be fine if I just drank a little.A Yes, a little, as in being probably five litres of water.A Great. And the best part was, I think the water did something to me, because I felt like I was mildly stoned, but I wasn't. All I had at that party was water. Then this person showed up that I kind of know a let's call her Kate a so I danced and hung out with her, and then it was four in the morning and I was ready to collapse, but the party was still going strong, so I tried to find a place to sleep.A So with the help of some dude, I assembled a rough bed downstairs from the cushions of the couch upstairs.A It was surprisingly comfortable.A And then, as I'm lying there, I inhale a clump of dust that affixed itself to my tonsil and refused to budge even after ten minutes red-faced, tear-stained attempts at coughing it off. This in turn, forced me to drink even MORE of that death-water. Finally, I was able to get to sleep.
Then, about two hours later, someone prodded me and told me that Kate was upstairs sleeping in a bed.A So, I went up because the basement was cold, and then roughly ten minutes later, some guy comes in and a because Iam assuming this was his bedroom a takes off all his clothes and gets in to bed with me and my sort-of-friend.A Nothing sexual, he was just going to sleep.A So, I promptly vacated that space and went outside to try and sleep when this guy wandered up to me and said, aoeCan I cuddle with you? Itas been so long since Iave cuddled with someone.aA ARUGH! I hate people strung out on E! So then, it was around eight in the morning, and all these people on E are ranting and raving and making me really cranky and I was getting hungry.A And the only food I could find that looked normal was a bunch of bananas.A All the people on E started going, aoeNo a donat eat those bananas.A You canat eat bananas when youare on Ea and itas like aoeIam not on anything!a so I ate all the bananas, the whole bunch, just to spite them.A And then I finally got a ride home with some Australians. I hate my cousin. I'm officially going to kill him.
ALSO, ever since my skin has started clearing up, I have found another thing to obsess about: my eyebrows. I've always had a beef with them, but the zits prevailed over them. Now that I don't think about my skin, I think about my eyebrows. I scrutinize them in every picture like I would scrutinize every zit before. I despise them. They're always lopsided. And big. And unsightly. In other news, I have one zit on my face. One. Not even plural anymore. Instead of, aoeI have zitsa it's just aoeI've got ZIT."
Note: I have that fantastic post-party-I'm-gonna-pass-out-at-my-monitor look to me.
Sucks for your foot...We'll hope that it gets better soon!
Hahahhaha, your partying stories are HILARIOUS! I have no idea how you're not so outgoing...you seem so outgoing on here with all of your crazy stories. But yeah, girl! FLAUNT WHAT YOU GOT. (:
Anyways, yay to more clear skin!
And I totally agree with the eyebrow deal. I always feel like I have a unibrow. I mean I don't but the little hairs that are there just irk me! I have to pluck them...then I feel much better! And I wouldn't worry about your eyebrows! I bet nobody but you notices them (says the girl who obsesses over a zit everyday) and plus, they're much easier to fix than acne.
Keep us updated! (:
LOL on the E-party. Its always lame when you are around a bunch of high goobers/drunk goobers/rolling goobers when you yourself are not a part of that scene. Next time your brother says hes going to take you somewhere, refuse. Have an exit plan, for when things get boring, or turn ugly. Well i have to give you props for trying to be social.
As for eyebrows. Don't try to do them yourself if you have never done so before. I suggest threading for people on accutane, because it doesn't damage the skin like waxing will. With threading you will get a natural, thicker, longer shape, and they trim, and get rid of uni-brows also. Or go out and buy some "clear mascara" from the drugstore. Use the gel to comb your brows in place giving them a more polished, clean look without plucking or waxing. A trim may be necessary. Look on youtube for advice on how to trim eyebrows.
Hey, anyway, the "natural" look is "in". Poor you with your foot pain 
feel better!
@missmooshoo: yes, I have noticed that banana's are cheap in stores.
@kristen2010: Thanks!
@somebodyoutthere: yeah, I don't know why I'm more outgoing. I'm actually really loud and obnoxious around people I know, but with strangers, I have a tendancy to have my mind go blank and just stand there thinking, aoeThis is awkward and I can't think of a fucking thing to say to break the silence.a
@sunnicali: yes, I've decided to NEVER go anywhere with my brother ever again. I also kicked him in the shins for leaving me a that party.
DAY ONE HUNDRED FOURTEEN:
This next entry, I would like to title aoeThe Cetaphil Effect.a It will be written as a short story in first person POV.
I was applying Cetaphil to my face, the cherry on the top of my perfected accutane routine. When I went to dispense the Cetaphil in the palm of my hand, however, everything changed. I was overzealous with the pumping and too much lotion got squeezed out on my hand. I knew that I would never use that much, and with my being cheap and all, I opened the Cetaphil bottle to put the excess back inside. While doing so, however, I managed to drop the lotion pump. Bending over to pick it up, my glasses abruptly slid off my nose, leaving me blind and vulnerable. I leaned over, squinting like mad, trying to see with what little blurry vision I had, groping out to grab my glasses. Inadvertently, I kicked the lotion pump further across the room. I chased after it, not knowing where it went, and before I knew what had happened, I slipped on the lotion pump. My ankle bent sideways and with a loud crash! followed by a jarring thump! I found myself sprawled out on the bathroom floor, my ankle throbbing in utter agony.
The following ten minutes were just a blur of pain as I inched my way out of the bathroom and into the hallway. I laid there for quite some time, debating my options, when my mother called up to me from downstairs and informed me that I would have to commence babysitting in less than an hour. I finally managed to get to my feet and hopped into the bathroom to grab some Motrin, then slid casually down the stairs to put an icepack onto the swollen, purple and blue mass that used to be a perfectly good-looking ankle. Approximately ten minutes before I was set to head out for babysitting, I tested my foot. The pain was certainly not unbearable, but not entirely pleasant, either. I just sort of walked on my toes with that foot. Of course, no normal-sized shoe would fit the beast that had become my ankle, so I had a normal shoe on one foot and a Burkenstock on the other. Luckily, the children I was babysitting are three and one, respectively, so they were already in bed when I got there, so I wouldn't have to be chasing after them. My mother drove me down to the house and as I gimped my way up the driveway and to the front door, I saw the father looking at me through the front window with an odd look on his face that was hard to pin-point. He swing the door open before I even got a chance to knock and perpetually glared at me as he showed me where the snacks were that I could munch on and where the emergency numbers were in case anything happened to the kids. I was about to ask if he was mad about anything when I looked down, saw his feet, and then it dawned on me: he had a clubbed foot. Said club foot is massive, to say the least, the toes one amorphous blob of flesh and nails and the foot goes sort of sideways. I realized that with my hobbling, it looked exactly like I was mocking his handicap right to his face. I hurriedly went on to explain what had happened earlier, and he seemed a little less tense.
About an hour into babysitting a and my babysitting, I mean sitting on the couch watching the Matrix with a bag of Old Dutch chips and some Coke a I decided that it would probably be a good idea to check on the kids. Just to make sure they were alive. The children's bedrooms are upstairs. As I hobbled over to the stairs, I looked up at them and determined that they were maybe a few degrees off of a sheer vertical incline. Somehow, I managed to get up the never-ending staircase on all fours, made sure the kids were okay, then realized that I would somehow have to get back down the stairs with a foot that was now twice the size of the other one.
Well a that's my story. I'm leaving it as a cliff-hanger. You can decide if I managed to get down, or am typing this entry from the upper floor of the babysitting house.
Hahaha, some people are just like that. It's sooo crazy! Lol! Cause you seem more outgoing than me on here, but in reality I'm just the kinda person to go "Hey you random stranger that I have no idea who the heck you are, but we can still be friends". Haha.
Oh my...That sucks! All just because you had too much freakin Cetaphil lotion in your hand! I never knew that stuff could be that dangerous...Lord have mercy. I'm very sorry...Haha. Hope that everything's going well...and that you ain't gonna have any more of these Cetaphil incidents too! Keep us updated, as always. (:
O man, you have the best blog ever. I don't really read it since I'm not on tane, but every time I do I crack up. Speaking of shrubberies - now I'm thinking of the black night! It's just a flesh wound.
I hope your ankle gets better soon. If not, the black night will bite them! 
*edit - no idea why I spelled knight like night.
@somebody.out.there: Yes, who would have thought too much lotion could cause such distress? My ankle is "severely sprained" as the doctor put it. I don't think he believes me when I told him HOW it happened.
@skylyre: Thank you! As for my ankle, "Tis but a scratch!" in the words of the Black Knight.
DAY ONE HUNDRED NINETEEN:
Hmm... I feel as if I should begin this entry with my work, aka.) Flag Hag. Basically, as of right now, I'm replacing the work of a pylon for eight odd hours. Seriously, I just stand there holding a SLOW sign all day and can't do anything else. Did anyone ever play the Sims and decide to lock them in a one-foot-square box and let them die in there? That's kind if what it's like. I've snuck my iPod in so I can listen to music and sing badly along to it. If I didn't have music, I would fake a seizure to get out of it. And I'm not obsessing about the band on the hardhat giving me forehead zits as I would have five months ago. Although, I get sunburnt almost everyday. To reduce this, I leave my hoodie on as long as possible before it feels like I'm about to melt, and that seems to leave my arms only slightly-pink by the end of the day. And my sexy hardhat covers my face good enough, so at least that's not getting sunburnt. The site that I'm flagging has ZERO shade whatsoever, it's sort of like hell. If it's ten degrees in town when I leave, it'll be a forty degrees when I get out to the construction site. Also, it tends to get rather boring, so over the radio, my and my cousin (the other flagger) will start to have conversations when there's no traffic. We somehow got off on some weird topic about Lord of the Rings and why the back-gate of Mordor has such shitty security, when some dude came on the radio and was like, aoeShut up, you two. You guys are dorks.a Apparently, we share a radio frequency with some other company. Good times. I've also realized that during this past week working, I've been outside more than I have... my entire life.
There's also massive amounts of Tim Horton's coffee at the site, even though I throughly despise Tim Horton's coffee. It tastes like percolated ground beef. Nevertheless, it's free and I need caffeine, so I drink it anyways. It's starting to taste less meaty, so I've come to the conclusion that there are certain steps you have to go through to be able to drink that coffee:
1.)Hate it.
2.)Force yourself to keep on drinking it anyways
3.)Feel like killing yourself but instead drink another cup
4.)Repeat steps two and three for a few days
5.)Realize that your taste buds are becoming immune to the taste of the beef
6.)Accept the shittiness of the coffee, drink it, and manage to ignore the meaty undertones
IT'S THAT SIMPLE!
In other news, my mother has a zit under her nose that she hasn't stopped complaining about all day, even though it doesn't look that bad. But now I know how she felt when I complained for hours on end about my zits.
In less stimulating and non-acne related news, me and a couple of friends have decided to start a band. This will be interesting, as all of us play non-band-able instruments. One of us plays the chello. One of us took clarinet in high school and is good at playing drums on Rock Band. One of us plays piano and can read guitar tabs. None of us can sing. We are also more interested in making ourselves look as ridiculous as possible than actually writing songs, and then when we try to write a song, we fuck around in Garage Band and get a good giggle over the mouse-voice effect in the vocals. I am the coolest person I know.
Regarding accutane: The tiredness has shifted into a different strain, yet again. Either at three o'clock, or seven o'clock (or, on some days, both times) I literally just poop out. Like, one of those puppies that plays and plays and plays and then suddenly is asleep on the floor? Yeah, that's me. I've turned into a Border Collie pup.
Oh right a I joined hula hoop lessons (DON'T JUDGE ME!) and my entire midsection, back and front, are soooooo sore, and my hips are all bruised. Pretty sure it's accutane making me this fragile. But I'm determined to be an awesome hula-hooper and am very dedicated to my art, so the bruised hips are staying.
hula hoops............. 
"my glasses abruptly slid off my nose, leaving me blind and vulnerable. I leaned over, squinting like mad, trying to see with what little blurry vision I had, groping out to grab my glasses. "
sound like somebody been reading too many love novels
Psssh linux has never given me a kernel panic yet
"my glasses abruptly slid off my nose, leaving me blind and vulnerable. I leaned over, squinting like mad, trying to see with what little blurry vision I had, groping out to grab my glasses. "
sound like somebody been reading too many love novels
That made me laugh so hard. I never noticed how that sounded before. And for the record, I detest love novels, although I do enjoy making fun of them.