InsaneJournal

Current location:	Planet VO5
Current mood:	exhausted
Current music:	Cat Stevens

I'm tired, I have a show on Thursday, and I need a new job.

Given the choice between saving my face or my hair, I've had to choose my face. I'm 99% sure my hair products are making me break out. It's a real shame, because they make my hair look so nice, but I've decided my face is more important. I've invested too much money and effort into clearing up my face to throw it all away on my hair. Herbal Essences, I hardly knew ye. Maybe Mia will want it. Today I'm switching back to the cheap stuff.

I kind of looked a hot mess this morning. I didn't do my hair or my makeup and my shirt was all untucked and I got peanut butter all over my pants. That's what happens when I'm running late and I'm exhausted, and too busy trying to figure out how to beat those motorcycle guys in TMNT for Gameboy Advance to worry about whether my hair is frizzy or my face looks like a Lite Brite that only has red and pink lights.

I wonder... I wonder if my skin will ever be clear. I mean, I've done everything but sell my soul to the devil to fix it, and I still feel like I should put a sack over my head and retreat to the wilderness where I'll live out my days eating raw fish in a cave with the other freaks. Is that an exaggeration? Maybe one day I'll just be old and have to worry about wrinkles instead. I'd love to have wrinkles instead of this crap. Yay, wrinkles.

That's enough. I'm tired.