Somewhere, something incredible is waiting to be known

Can you hear that? It’s the bottom of the barrel.

Because I have no good words, I decided to take some pictures. Some pictures are from today and others are from a couples of days ago, I have more to take, they’ll come along shortly. I have also decided to fire up 365 again seeing as I have a fair amount of free time, plus a newnew to me camera. I would love to be able to center these images for you, but the Typepad instructions for how to do so make me want to stab myself in the eye with a fork, so I will place the at jaunty angles, left then right, and you will all just roll with it, agreed?

This is what I have worn for the past few days. I haven’t owned trackies since I was a wee one, I actively disliked them during the later years of primary school and didn’t even think of them during highschool or since then but in the last month I have been wooed back to their fleecy tunnels of rightness. I didn’t actually buy my own pair, I merely have procured a pair from D’Daddy on an extended loan. Uggs are also fantastic, I got this pair while I was in Melbs. I have tried but failed to love other types of slippers. Cotton towelling slippers are incredibly difficult to find and all the synthetic fabric ones get really juicy from foot sweat if you wear them for a long time, which is not cool. Uggs are lovely, as are trackies.

Deb asked a little while ago how to cure PMS, this would be it. I don’t recommened eating the entire bag of Malteasers, that was a poor idea. I ended up with a right throbbing headache and almost lapsed into a diabetic coma, but my screaming ovaries were the least of my worries. For the record, should I have entered the Shrek competition about having a piece of swamp land or 13 nights in a French castle, it’d be the swamp because I’d always have some place I could go that would be all mine and no one else, even if it was swamp, it would be my piece of swamp.

This is my breakfast and yes it is as good as it looks. This is a balant rip off of the yoghurt Bestie had at a cafe at Paddington. I made it myself, just the crunchy bits, not the yoghurt. It has oats, flour, brown sugar, Nuttelex and seeds in it, you could also add honey. You mix it all together so it’s like a ANZAC biscuit mixture but dry and crumbly then bake it for about 10 minutes. Put it on low fat, unsweetened yoghurt, both under the yoghurt and on top, then go to town with a nice honey, then eat. That’s the first step to being me.

Brace yourselves, boys and girls, this is, in fact, a Bertie Beetle. I hear you hushed whispers "It’s not Ekka time, how can she have one?!" "Did she really keep one from last time the Ekka was here!?". Yes. I do have a Bertie Beetle, in fact I have a number of them, none of which were contained in show bags from last year’s Ekka. I havehad 17 of the little suckers. In a move that must been the work of Jeebus himself, these tiny beetle shape morsels of rightness have been promoted from their yearly trip around this wide brown land encased in millions of tiny show bags and are now sold in shiny bags in your local Woolworths stores. I believe the Ekka attendance rates will dive this year, as most people I know go solely for the yearly dose of beetle. You eat as many as you can possibly hold and hope in vain it’s enough to last the year. Those days are over my friends, those days are over.

This should be a Crafty Snake post, but tough. I made a shirt today, again, a lie. I didn’t make the actual shirt, but I prettified it. I sewed on a vintageold doily and some vintageold buttons. I got the shirt at Target for $12.87, it’s not a color I would normally choose but I rather like that style of tee (round neck, 7/8 sleeve) and they only had that color, grey and lime green, guess which one I steered clear of? (lime green). It is probably more effective to see it actually on, and I’ll take that photo tomorrow, but I had to share it because I love it muchly. Doilies and buttons make me pleased.

I made it to Blockbuster today, I thought I had emerged from my brain fog but I acted like a person with a severe brain injury and made the Blockbuster boy almost cry in confusion. I managed to leave with Stranger Than Fiction, Marie Antoinette and some movie with a terribly photoshopped picture of Brittany Murphy on the cover (something tells me she was cast after the cover shot was done?)

I saw they had Family Guy Season Five but it was all out so I asked if I could book it for next Tuesday. A manager guy barked at me because you can’t reserve movies on Tuesdays because it’s cheap, right, I asked if I could book it Monday and Blockbuster Boy said I can, then said it’s hard because they don’t know when people will bring it back (I thought it was an overnight, but it must be a weekly one). I said if I could book it for tomorrow because it’s due back then, but that was a bit too confusing as well. I left confused, but not as confused as Blockbuster Boy. I normally don’t change my mind so much but today I just couldn’t commit to a date which made his weak grasp of the Blockbuster system go out the window when I kept changing my mind. Sorry to the entire Blockbuster staff, I won’t come in tomorrow, I will just wait for another time for Family Guy.

I watched Stranger Than Fiction just before, and I thought it was fantastic. Will Ferrell is awesome, as he always is, I love him deeply and if he wasn’t married I’d move to the U.S just for the chance I might bump into him on the street and hug him tightly. I love Maggie Gyllenhall too, I don’t so much want to hug her, but I will steal her haircut, that was cute. I also like the way she plays her characters and she had some fancy pants tattoos in the movie. I have always been obsessed with the little details, like what would have happened if I made it though a green light instead of having to wait, or if I’d stayed for one more drink on a night out, or if I’d given a chance to one of the silly boys in the past, so watching a movie about such things is terribly interesting. I won’t talk too much about it in case you haven’t seen it, but I really think you should all go and hire it. It will make you think, well it made me think, as a person who has many little rules, it’s curious to think what would be like to live without any rules.

I saw Marie Antoinette on the plane to Perth, but it was shortened for the flight so I am curious to see the actual movie, and how lovely it looks on an actual screen. Most of the costumes looked pale grey on the little screens and I am quite certain the movie would be much prettier on TV, plus when I went to the bathroom on the plane she managed to go from unable to conceive to having a toddler in just a few minutes, and I feel some creative editing was at play. The other one, as I said, it purely for the picture on the front.

I tried to find something to wear to the wedding palooza today, but alas, I came home empty handed. I could have come home with a cropped Country Road fine wool knit cardigan for like $30 *sob* or a tricky little tunic, tie up type thing from Myer, but I didn’t because neither of them are wedding wear. I thought about getting a suit…until I tried one on and remembered why I have never owned a suit. I have the wrong body shape for a suit, I have a long body and a big rack, these are two features that do not work with a blazer. Suit pants are fantastic, they sit well on me and I never have to have them hemmed, but jackets make me look God awful. I think I need a long jacket or something, I tried a waist length one on, and if I was 5’8 it would have been really sweet and would have just sat on the waist of the pants and looked really sweet but on me it bared about 3cm of belly and was all round unattractive and much too short, but the arms were a really good length.

I am going to try the Jacqui E outlet, I always find nice clothes there. I figured a suit would be OK to get, and it’s something I can use again. since you guys are always so helpful, who can suggest a place for a pretty suit. I don’t want a plain work suit, like suit that is a bit glam, with pants for tall people. Plus, something that isn’t horribly expensive, purely for the purpose of sticking it to D’Nanny. I tried on a pair of Basque suit pants and they were stunning, but miles to big and they only had sizes larger than the ones I tried on. I might hop over to another Myer tomorrow to see what they have, I am fairly set on my suit idea now. Is it wanky to wear a flower corsage to a fairly casual, day wedding in September? Could I get away with it because I am a smidge strange and arty farty? I am thinking yes.

Every now and then I get a little reminder that I am, in fact, a mere mortal and that sucks. Last night I was talking to D’Mummy and I said how that since I’ve stopped working in an office that I haven’t really been properly sick and how I haven’t been sick yet this winter and a few more "Go Me and my immune system" type comments. I was feeling quite chuffed with my theory and rather healthy. When I went to bed I had one sore spot in my throat, it felt a bit dry but I was too warm to go and get a drink so I ignored it. Over the course of the night I developed big, juicy tonsils of doom and all the grossness that is involved with tonsillitis. Booooo. That’s what I get for talking about how healthy I’ve been, dammit! I used to get it all the time when I was younger, so it’s not a big deal, but I hate the crazy, surreal feeling I get when I have it, and I’m not even drugged up!

I had a huge Nanna nap before and I feel a bit more decent, one plus side of getting it often when I was younger is that I normally get over it quite quickly. I will go to the Doctor for antibiotics tomorrow and sleep a bit extra and it will all be sweet in a couple of days. I really wanted to do some sewing today but if I stuff it up I will not sew again for a good many months so I’ll wait until I am feeling a touch more connected to the world around me.

Yesterday D’Mummy and I went to a fabric store with D’Nanny so she can get some fabric to make an outfit for my cousin’s wedding. A lot of the fabric was absolutely gorgeous but most started at $99/m which I think it a little excessive to wear as a guest to someone’s wedding. D’Nanny suggested we should all be spending at least $300 each on an outfit because it’s the done thing. I suggested that I’d slap anyone who felt the need to spend any excessive amount of money to attend my wedding and that weddings are should be about sharing the day with people who are important to you, not trying to out dress everyone else. D’Nanny rubbished this suggestion and insisted it was respectful and traditional to spend at least a few hundred on one’s outfit just because. What if you happen to buy our outfit on sale? Do you have to tuck a couple of hundreds into your pocket so your outfit is worth more? Do you need to purchase an expensive item of jewelery to kick the overall value of your outfit over the line?! Rubbish. the more weddings I go to, the more I know exactly what mine won’t be. I have three weddings this year at the moment, I aim to spend less than $150 to get something that can be worn to all of them, just to p’ss off D’Nanny. With all the sales at the moment, you don’t even have to try to spend hardly anything, I think it’s very possible.

Finally, I am sure everyone in the known universe has seen the pics of Katie Holmes with her new hair wearing her togs at the Packer’s beach party. I didn’t love the first pics I saw of her new hair, but seeing the beach party pics has made it grow on me. She just looks really together, I think, her hair is pretty glam without being over the top and sticky, she has a good figure without being too stick insecty and she just looks happy. I dislike the connection between her hair and Victoria Beckham’s, I think Katie has a much more traditional (and attractive) style compared to Victoria’s but mostly I dislike the connection because I think I might like to grow my hair out a bit which may end up being something like Katie’s (shorter at the back, long on the front and sides) and I don’t want anything about my appearance to have any connection, however loose, to anything Victoria Beckham is doing. Thoughts and feelings?

Last night was really lovely! There was my old bosses Y and B, their son and his fiancee, the store manager (who started just before I left) and me. I expected there might be some other staff from about the same time I used to work there but they didn’t get invited as Y and B don;t really have any regular contact with them. I felt even more flattered they chose to invite me, how sweet! It was awesome to catch up with Y and B again, they are pretty much second parents to me, they are just such lovely people, the whole night B (the husband) would pat my arm or say how glad he way that I came or say how I have to go and visit their other store when I am in the area.

It was just a fun night, normally I only get a chance for a twenty minute or so chat a few times a year so it was nice to have a proper conversation, we went to a really nice Italian place that makes really beautiful, traditional Italian food. Everyone had garlic prawns in a tomato sauce for entree and I had a vege risotto for my main, it was awesome food. We shared a bottle of lambrusco because they’d run out of the other red Y and B wanted, I hadn’t tried it before but it was pretty nice. Bestie will disown me for drinking such wine, but I am not a fan of red wine so I have to start somewhere! I also had an exceptional cappuccino, good coffee is so hard to find.

During dinner I got a really bad ache in my rib, it hurt to breathe but I ignored it but by the time I got home and went to bed I could hardly lie flat or breathe deeply. I have no idea what caused it, but it hurt all night but it’s gone this morning but it hurt SO bad all last night. Very random.

This morning I took D’Brother shopping to get an outfit for the two family weddings we have this year. It was fairly painless, much to my surprise, and I think he’ll scrub up alright. As we were talking he told me he found a mouse living in a sock in his bedroom at his share house, so I decided that his new clothes should reside at Chez Delightful until they are required. Ew. My share house was feral but we did not have livestock. I also got to pick a couple of ties, I love ties so much they are always so beautifully colorful and patterned, ties are definitely made for women I think.

Yesterday before I went out for dinner my neighbour and her daughter came over. In conversation she mentioned how much helping her daughter with homework stresses them both out and she just hates having to help her because she doesn’t understand what they are doing at school these days. I said how I am familiar with all that stuff from doing primary school pracs and was telling her some things to do that might be of use but it seems I have sort of landed myself a tutoring job. Her daughter will come over during the week and I’ll supervise and help out with her homework and I’ll do them home reading with her. I like doing that sort of thing (obviously, being a future teacher) and it doesn’t stress me out, and I know the way things are being taught these days so it’s not even a worry for me but my neighbour is so thrilled to not have to fight with her daughter every night to try and get the homework done.

Her daughter is doing OK at school but she’d like her to be doing a little bit better, and I reckon I can do that. Most importantly her daughter is super keen to have me help (mostly after she spied my office/crafty room and all the good things to do in there) so that’s the main thing, as long as kids are willing to learn I think you can do anything. It’s exactly what I’d like to do, I didn’t want any job that would be super time consuming but still something related to uni, so this will be a nice way to make a little bit of cash while still keeping lots of time free for uni, sweet.

K, this was a boring post, I know. I am tired today from my rib incident making it painful to sleep last night so this is as good as it’s going to get. Life’s tough kids.

This evening, I shaved my arms.

Shortly after I realized I really need a job or another time consuming hobby, but that’s a side issue.

I should note my arm hair was quite fine, only a blondy color and in no way affected my overall aesthetic but I was bored and someone I know (I think A, I can’t remember) does shave or did shave her arms and it just popped up in my mind as a good idea, plus I’m not a fan of body hair at the best of times, so why not get rid of arm hair? I actually googled it (as I do for most dilemmas, questions or concerns in my life) and the lack information regarding arm shaving is quite appalling, so no doubt I will attract a lot of traffic based on this topic so I figured I’d make use of my slightly unintentional soapbox and inform the kids of today about arm shaving (and you guys can just read it cause you come to my blog [and I love you for it, you know that]).

Shaving Your Arm Hair, Some Important Facts:

• Unlike a lot of the other sources on line, I must insist that shaving your arm hair (or any other hair) won’t make it grow back thicker or blacker, unless it was thick and black to begin with. If you have blonde head hair and shaved it off, it won’t grow back red and curly. Hair doesn’t work like that. When it first starts to grow out it will look darker because the hair has been cut off and the hair won’t taper at the ends like normal hair does and will appear slightly darker as most hair is darker at the root. Shaving won’t make you grow new follicles, so it won’t be thicker. If you shaved you head hair it would probably appear slightly darker (because the sun wouldn’t have had a chance to bleach it yet) and it might be more curly (some hair goes straighter as the weight of the hair pulls the natural curls out) but chances are it will turn out exactly how it was previously.

• No one will notice if you don’t have arm hair. Think for a moment, how many people do you know whose arm hair you can picture in your mind. None, possibly one? That’s what I though. It’s arm hair. Anyways, if shaving your arm hair is the worst and most stupid idea you have in your entire life you have done incredibly well. If anyone does notice your lack of arm hair and are mean enough to make a not very nice comment about it then chances are it’s because they are a painfully self conscious person (probably about their own body hair) with a hollow life and targeting you will make them feel better. They are probably people who will spend their whole lives making others miserable to make themselves feel decent and you’ll probably grow up and be sweet, so don’t even worry. They will also probably bare children with unfortunate amounts of hair, karma is a bitch like that.

• Shave it like you do your legs, if you shave your legs. Use a normal razor and some sort of shaving cream or gel. Shaving rash sucks badly but it would also be super awful to have it on your arms. Moisturize, mostly because it feels lovely to have soft, moisturized hairless arms and because it’s nice for your skin.

• Don’t do a crap job. I speak from experience. Being a righty, my left arm looked awesome, however my right arm was patchy as hell. If there is one thing that will make your lack of arm hair glaringly obvious, it’s random patches of arm hair surrounded by lots of naked arm. Take some time, watch your elbows and wrists (for obvious reasons) and most people have a little bit of hair on the back of their hand, shave that too, you’ve gotta commit to the cause.

• Just do it, seriously, if you’ve bothered to google it then you’ve obviously been thinking about it fairly significantly so just do it. It’s only arm hair, you aren’t murdering someone, or changing your future career opportunities or destroying potential relationships (and if someone wants you only for you arm hair then you can thank me later for dodging that bullet for you, it’s an issue much bigger than you, trust me) so off you go.

If there are any other issues you’d like me to tackle with my keen medical mind*, please email me and I’ll sort you out.

*Please note D’Jen is not and will never be a trained medical Doctor, all medical advice should be disregarded or taken with a number of grains of salt (and maybe a shot of tequila). You have been warned.

I know THE loveliest people in the entire world.

Bestie heads off tomorrow and we spent a particularly lovely afternoon in Paddington eating and antique shopping (add in drinking and that’s pretty much all we ever do!). I had Nutrient Water (I love you) and an awesome potato salad, she had bruschetta and coffee, it was really no different to any other day out but I just really appreciated our arvo. We were just talking about wines and good and bad wines and I mentioned how my current favorite is a Marlborough sauvignon Blanc and she leaned over the table, gave my arm a pat and said "Aww, that’s why I like you". It’s such a nothing moment, but it was so nice and I feel that way all the time about her. Despite the many years and different cities and different careers and different lives we still have those little "Awww, that’s why I like you moments" and that’s why she is my best.

Later this evening D’Daddy was checking the message bank and he got a call from someone I worked for a good four or five years ago. I worked in a food franchise for a couple of lovely, lovely people who became like my second parents. I really can’t explain how much I love them, they are slightly older than my parents and have their own kids and they are just lovely people. I bump into them once or twice a year and we have a little catch up but I hadn’t seen them since late last year. Today the husband called and left a message, so I returned his call and spoke to his wife. They’ve decided to close down the franchise I used to work at and wondered if I’d like to come to dinner on Thursday to catch up with them and some of the people I used to work with. I could seriously cry, this is just about the loveliest gesture ever. I am so honored that they’d think to invite me after so many  years. 

The people I worked with at the store were so close, everyone was about the same age (aside from the owners, of course) and we were the ones who opened that particular store so we became like the founding members. On our days off we would go to the store and visit the other people who were working, we’d go to each other’s houses on our days off, it was so much fun. Eventually people graduated uni or moved away and our little team broke up, the day I left to work in after school care was so upsetting and I’d absolutely go back and work for these people in a second should they ever need me. I am so excited to see them, and some of my other ex colleagues again! I would never, ever do this for any other job I’ve ever had but I said yes immediately to this invitation.

I feel terribly special and all warm and fuzzy. I was feeling a bit ordinary because I got so used to having Bestie around and now I don’t get to see her for another four months (whilst forgetting that we currently  only ever see each other in ideal situations where we are normally both not working and able to go out and do stuff at any time on any day, and if she actually lived here again I still wouldn’t be able to see her all the time because of work and things) but the dinner invitation definitely improved my mood. I am still so flattered that they thought to invite me, that’s just so beautiful!

I am going to stop gushing like a twit now

What happens when you mix best friends, cocktails and a friend of an Ex?…The title gives you a hint.

Because this is the Internetz and you never know who might be reading, I am going to skip over the story. I did just type it all out but I deleted it, because certain people may possibly trip over the post it would certainly not be worth the trouble.

Before anyone frets, Bestie and I are still sweet. We are tight, we were tight before she moved cross country, we are tight when we are on other sides of Oz and we are tight when she comes back. I feel entirely fine with the way we are, as soon as we see each other in person we pick up where we left off through emails and all so it’s no huge deal that we don’t actually see each other that often, we manage just fine. The problem lies with one of the people who is often involved with the drama that goes on. I don’t think I did anything wrong, Bestie has no problem with what I did and it seems to only person to have taken offense were the one or two people who can’t stand that someone might not think the sun shines from them. I feel bad for Bestie, she is the pawn in all of this. I never intended it to be or even considered her being back in town to be a power struggle or game to see who she liked the most according to how much time she spends with or the things so does with someone, but it seems certain people don’t share the sentiment.

I am still a bit awe struck about what happened, and when I told Bestie she was as well. It was pretty underhanded, pretty random and a whole bunch just plain nasty. I am not at all phased about what was said and done and I’m glad because it means I am really over all the drama and gossip and rumors that are  associated with certain people. I hoped that I was but until I was back in the situation I could never really know, and although I would have preferred not to be involved in drama anymore, at least it happened and is now completely done and dusted.

If Bestie wasn’t there at all at the time it went down I think I probably would have been a bit upset or hurt by it but because I got to talk with her about it soon after it all happened I know it’s all good. I would have assumed it was, but it’s always awesome to have that actual verbal, face to face discussion, you know?

Onwards and upwards, I have got a very special birthday party tonight and Bestie has a party then we get to regroup Sunday evening. Good times.

I am pretty sure this is related to being a fairly committed introvert (most of the time anyways) or feeling additionally self conscious due to the rash factor but Bestie and I are going out for drinks tonight and I am almost physically ill from being nervous about going out.

I want to go out, so it’s not like I’d rather go home, I want to spend time drinking with Bestie, I want to bump into Deb and maybe Jac over the course of the evening, but I am still nervous. BOF (see Who’s Who if you forget her) might be coming, Bestie saw her yesterday and mentioned that her and I were going out tonight and BOF invited herself along. I still don’t like her, I don’t agree with what she did, and I don’t really have anything to say to her. It’s likely that it’s all very selfish and childish of me, but I just don’t like her. I’ve never really liked her all the years I’ve known her, so it’s not like anything much changed, I just know I actually don’t like her now. Bestie also saw The Ex’s best friend, W, last night and he might come as well. He is someone I am indifferent to, I wouldn’t chose to see him but I can handle him, but paired with BOF it makes it harder to take. When Bestie saw him last night he asked if The Ex could come tonight as well, when she said hell no he said "Oh, is D’Jen still bitter?". Of course, Bestie being a bestie said no, and I’m not bitter, but  do just want nothing to do with The Ex. I don’t think that’s being bitter it’s just being broken up, I don’t want him as a friend and he doesn’t want me as a friend, so why would we see each other? I am quite sure he wouldn’t want to go if he knew I’d be there.

Thankfully the drinks are cheap, and I have two outfits sussed out depending how cold it gets later this evening (another thing I always panic about,  which causes me to empty my entire wardrobe on the floor just before I leave and end up leaving in what I was wearing). My pash rash has turned into face dandruff, which is just lovely. Sensible D’Jen it thinking she should leave it alone and let it shed/heal in peace, Skin Nazi D’Jen wants to get at it with a nice scrub or exfoliating cloth to get rid of the flakies. Skin Nazi will win, I hate having rough, flaky skin when mine is normally so good. I am going to get a haircut later this arvo so hopefully that paired with non flaky skin will make me feel a bit better about going out. If not, three drinks and I will be well on my  way to feeling excellent, so the angst is only temporary.

Off to attack my skin, have a nice night Dears.

I rather like exams. I don’t really stress about them, and I can forget all about them once they are over. Assignments I stress about before they are done, then stress after they are handed in, exams give me closure. I also write fast, once I know what I am going to write, I do it quickly and then it’s over with. I don’t go back and edit or change things, I’m all about gut feelings. As a result I am almost always the first person out of exams, which seems to be incredibly unnerving for those sitting around me.

Eh.

If I hung around for the full time I’d still be sitting in the room, why another needs three hours to answer six short answer questions is beyond me, I think I could have written it then translated it into two different languages in that time.

In other news, my pash rash is still around. More specifically, my pash rash has stopped looking like a beard shape (yay!) but has now spread all down my neck to the top of my chest, up behind my ears and up my cheeks (boo!). I don’t think it’s an allergy, if it was you’d think it would be subsiding, not spreading, yes?  It’s still quite red, bumpy and annoyingly itchy. I can’t itch it though, because it stings if I touch it. Imagine having a sheet of crepe paper stuck over your face and neck, that’s what it feels like. It’s rough, raised and feels really…uncomfortable. I am going to go the to Doctor later this arvo because it doesn’t seem to be leaving of it’s own accord. I hope it’s some sort of dermatitis or wind burn because I don’t want to have measles (the only disease I know that has a face rash) because it means I have to stay away from people, and really, hell no. I am not not going out and seeing Bestie while she is back. I know she was immunized in high school (being a Sissy McChicken I decided to forgo the needle, being needle phobic and having an needle in front of one’s entire grade was not particularly appealing) so she’s safe  my house is alright, we can drink here!

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. It’s making me crazy, it’s not insanely itchy, but every time I move my mouth it makes the skin move which makes it itch a bit, but I can’t touch it because it will sting and itch more. I really feel like getting a really great exfoliating scrub and going wild to get rid of the bumps, but I can’t even imagine how much trouble that would cause.

As for the Crappy Magnet Photo Comp, I took 6 photo. Yes, just 6. I was feeling uninspired and cold. Because my own rules state I wanted the guess closest without going over, it would mean no one won. I hate not having a winner, so the person who guessed the lowest was Deb, with 15. She she’s the winner of the cap magnet, fairy claps all round. As for my bonus winner, I put everyone guesses in a Word document and went for the very scientific method of "Ennie, Meanie, Minie, Moe" method of allocating a random winner, and that lucky person is Enny and she bags the tshirt magnet, lets have another round of fairy claps.

So Deb and Enny, your very crappy magnets shall be finding their way to you soon. Deb, I’ll just give you yours next time I see you, Enny, your will be in the post this arvo unless I do have to be quarantined. Thanks for playing everyone, I’ll be going away again later in the year so stay tuned for another chance to bag a crappy magnet of your own.

I’ll update when I come back from the Doctor at 2pm, I am sure you are all dying to know exactly what’s wrong with me, right?

Update: Not measles, thank the Jeebus!!It is, however, perioral dermaitis which is apparently a fairly uncommon type of dermatitis that sometimes just happens. Doctor told me they don’t really know why you get it, and once you’ve had it it’s fairly likely it will come back. Aren’t I lucky? The Wikipedia lady is soft, mine is like that, except solid red from mid cheek and the bottom of my neck, all around the sides of my neck and behind my ears. It has also started to creep up around my right eye. When I was at the pharmacy stocking up (I need antibiotics and a cream) the guy was doing the spiel about allergies to medicine. He asked if I was on the pill, I said yes, he said sometime antibiotics make the pill less effective, I said it’s not a problem. In my mind, the conversation was done, clearly I understand that the pill will be less effective but considering I’m not hooking up with anyone now or in the near future, it’s all sweet. He continues by telling me if I have sex I’ll have to use another form of contraception or I might get pregnant. Dude, I know I am feral at the moment but I am not an idiot, also, look at me clearly with a face like mine is at the moment, there will be no sexy time anytime soon anyways.  Off to dose up, I want to be un feral as soon as possible!

Inner delightfulness has been restored, exterior delightfulness is severely lacking at the moment…

I slept for twelve hours last night. It was glorious. I love my bed so much. I am no longer tired, or achy, or otherwise pissed off. I feel all peaches and cream, except for the unsightly…thing creeping across my face and neck.

This morning I woke up with an incredibly large and stingy case of pash rash. This is incredibly curious as there has been a distinct lack of any variety of pashing, with a beardy boy or otherwise, for an embarrassingly long time so it’s quite bizarre I now have a huge rash on my face. Just to make it a touch more undignified, the rash is in the shape of a beard. It goes over mt op lip, around my lips and onto my shin, spreading out a bit across my jaw, then down my neck getting patchier towards my chest. It also feels gross. If you’ve ever been badly sun burnt, it feels like your skin does as the top layer is about to bubble and peel off, that sort of rough, lumpy, stingy feeling.

I have less than no idea what’s causing this. I assume it is because I am back at livable temperatures and my skin is just freaking out in joy, but why only in a pash rash, beard shape?! Talk about adding insult to injury. At a glance I look like I am growing bright red stubble. I’ve been moisturizing like mad all morning, it’s quite itchy but I’ve tried not to touch it unless absolutely necessary so I don’t annoy it any more than necessary. If it’s wind burn or something, why only in a beard shape?! Why not my entire face?

I googled it and it seems only babies and toddlers get a rash like this from dribbling or lip licking and I haven’t done either. I don’t think it’s an allergy because I’ve not eaten/drunk/touched or otherwise consumed anything out of the ordinary. It’s really awesome timing because I have no choice but to go out tomorrow because of my exam, and from then on I’m on holidays and Bestie is back so I won’t be at home much. I hate to admit it, but I am so vain I am going to put on make up to hide it. It probably won’t help but hopefully the fact it’s mineral make up won’t make it quite as bad as normal make up. I can’t bear to look like a 16 year old who’s spent the long weekend doing naughty things with her stubbly boyfriend. I had a dream last night that I was going out with some guy, but he didn’t even have a beard, so it can’t even be dream related pash rash.

Any suggestions in terms of cures or treatments, let me have it. I did take a photo but decided against posting it, if it was to fall into the wrong hands I’d be most upset. Back to study now, not so much study I should say, just compiling the page of notes I get to take in.