<$BlogRSDURL$>

Thursday, October 14, 2004

ah, the power of wireless internet. here i sit in the lovely oregon emporium, listening to jazz music and surfing the net on my laptop. life is gooooood.

ok, not really.

i haven't had a chance to post much this week, due to the fact that i have a life. yes, you read that rite. i have a life. i've been busy with cramming in half a quarter's homework into two days, taking parsnip to the vet, and $3 diaquiris and half price appetizers at applebee's.

but something really freaking important happened today and i needed to share it with y'all.

anybody remember the episode of saved by the bell where screech accidentally makes a zit creme? and it seems to be working REALLY well, until OOPS! it makes your face turn all red!

well guess what people...that really happens.

this product is now the most hated thing in my life. ever.

see, the problem is that my face still thinks that i'm fourteen. i look way too young and i get zits. and earlier this week, i had a break out of major proportions. proportions so huge that i was afraid everyone was pointing and laughing at me. it really was like being in junior high again.

so i decided to take matters into my own hands. i WAS NOT going to let a few zits hold this gorgeous woman down! oh no. i was gonna get me some zit creme and TAKE CARE OF BUSINESS.

so stridex night and day won because it had a convenient twice a day application process. and i figured i needed the heavy duty stuff for such a big outbreak.

why, oh why did i think that my sensitive skin was suddenly not sensitive? why did i think that my 24-year-old face would react any differently than my 13-year-old face?

so i woke up this morning with a puffy, red, itchy, awful face. i looked like kelly kapowski. and it HURT LIKE CRAZY.

all day, i felt like saying "B-buh-B-buh-buh-buh-B! Go Bayside!" and yet, no one elected me homecoming queen.

so the moral of the story is this: avoid STRIDEX with all your life and be an adult and take the zits with maturity and level-headedness. like wearing lots of make up and calling sick into work.

[Top]