Cake My Face Tonight

Why is it that the night I come across every hottie is the night I have a huge crater the size of Jupiter on my face?  It started out small, and i swear to God is in the exact same spot it was in the last time this happened.  Of course I picked at it trying to get rid of it, but it only made it worse, so much so it looks like I’ve contracted the herpes virus lol.  Fortunately I know it’s just a god-damn zit that won’t quit.  Dammit!  It was pretty bad at one stage and really red, and I didn’t think it was too bad when I went to work, but when I got to work, Danielle said to me ‘Oh yay, we have matching zits!’
LOL God I love that girl.  I took over from her last night and am again tonight.  Waaaay too many shifts this week.  Six.  50 hour week for me!  Ergh.  That’s probably what’s caused this outbreak in one damn area. 
I could see it in the window reflection all night, and I didn’t have any makeup to cover it up with 🙁  So every hottie who walked in woulda saw it.  Every customer I served, I was conscious of it being like the scene from Austin Powers where Austin says ‘moley moley moley moley!’
ERGH, why me?  I thought this hormonal shit was suppose to stop in the pimply-faced teenage years!  Not when I’m less than a month off turning 28 for God’s sake!! 

I’m now trying to remember how I got rid of it last time.  I was almost going to take a photo of what I look like now and put it up here, but seriously, even I do not need to read back on that later, let alone subject you to it 🙂  As nice as I am 😛 

I am just going to be lying low for a while, until this crater on my face decides to fuck off north for the summer.  I certainly won’t be having sex with anyone, and will turn down any offers.  I’m too conscious of it!  Especially when Danielle noticed it and then a few regular customers were like ‘What’s that on your face?’ – what do you think it is??   I made Danielle laugh by exclaiming loudly ‘What’s wrong with YOUR face!?’ (in reference to our manager asking her the same thing).

I just need to leave it alone.  And it’s so hard to do.  I want to get rid of it!  Getting rid of it means squeezing it to get rid of the pus inside.  That’s always been my way of doing it over the years and it’s always worked – all except for this one on the right side of my face below my lip, pretty much right side of my chin.  It sits there happily, greeting everyone it passes with a cherry ‘Hi!!!  Look at me!!!  Give me attention!!!  WAAAAAEEEEEE!!!!  LOOK LOOK LOOKIE!!!!!’

I wanna attack it with a scalpel.  I rethink that idea and think it probably isn’t the wisest 🙂

Tonight I’ll be more prepared about taking off and initially thinking ‘oh it’s not too bad, hardly anyone will notice’ – yeah well at least THREE people made note to point it out to me.  I had to sit on the bus ride home with a strategically-placed finger over it because another said hottie decided to sit on the bus near me.  I’m sure I looked weird and it probably looked like I was subtly flipping him the bird 🙁

I’m about to have a shower and wash it properly.  If only I was shooting a Clerasil ad – I’d show em how to really scrub that shit in.  I then am unsure whether I want to cover it with a bandaid or leave it free to air out whilst I sleep.  The bandaid will prevent me from picking at it – the air, I assume, will help with the natural healing process.  I think I should let it air out.  Tonight as I’m getting ready to go to work, I’ll smother that fucker with foundation/concealer/whatever I can find, just until I can get through another eight hour shift.  I’m really getting over all these shifts!  I can’t wait until next Tuesday at midnight (Wednesday) as that’s when I get paid for all this work I’ve done!  Should be a pretty decent one.

I started getting a bit worried at work last night, not because of the crator, but because the right side of my rib felt WEIRD!  Like I hadn’t eaten enough or something, which was bullshit because I’d eaten a fair bit.  It just felt like my bottom rib was trying to dig into my stomach?  Hard to explain.  Then I  felt like I couldn’t breathe as well as I normally can, and I had to drop to my knees (for cleaner reasons this time) just to put my head between my legs (oh boy…) so I could breathe properly in a brace position.  I told my brain that I was being paranoid, and although the feeling still lingered, I got through it, and my shift.  I went to gym after work as well.  Being Sunday, i was the only one there, and that was my reason for forcing myself to go.  I did alright,  I feel I could have probably hit it harder than I did, even though I did all my usual workout routine.  I push "17" (whatever that is in kilos) on the chest press, three sets of 8.  I then do three sets of 10 bicep curls with the 30kg barbell, and then I benchpress 50kg, three sets of 8 again.  That’s all I do, although sometimes I’ll do 5 to 10 pull-ups because I’ve realised I enjoy doing them and I can put my arms over my head in front of the mirror and see how I look that morning.  Mind you usually that’s like a derelict after an eight hour shift and gym 🙂  A personal trainer was in early one day last week and said he thought I was nuts going to gym after working a shift.  I’m used to it.  I don’t like the idea of working out before work.  I enjoy my sleep-ins, and consequently and running for  the bus I just about missed, too much.  I don’t sweat much though, so that’s a positive thing.  Still.  I guess then I could go straight home from work.

I’ve been catching the bus home from work all this past week, because I put $100 on my go-card so there’s heaps on there, but also because I usually walk home every morning, I’m worried that the walking is causing me to lose weight, and I do not want to do that.  I’m trying to keep the weight on.  I don’t achieve my goal weight after so long only to lose it again.  The whole idea of walking home was to save money by not taking the bus, and I feel I’ve saved quite a lot of money!  This week I decided I’d catch the bus as I’m once again being paranoid.  Must not lose weight.  Must not grow zits on chin!  Gah fuck my life!

Nah not really.  I’m sure this will go away.  It has before, even though I remember it took a long time!  What annoys me is these things seem to pop up out of nowhere all of a sudden, and yet getting rid of them just as quickly JUST DOES NOT HAPPEN!!  What sort of fucked-up Murphy’s Law is this??

I finally get a night off on Wednesday and I’m going down to the Gold Coast to Brent’s place, as I haven’t seen him in forever (since he got a boyfriend – pfft – typical) and the only reason I’m seeing him is because the boyfriend is in Melbourne.  Oh great, now that I’m convenient, sure!  Nah, I do like Brent.  It’ll be good to catch up.  Thursday night I have off and am going to Gary’s place.  That’ll be interesting.  He’s always good entertainment, despite him claiming I used to date him by mutual friends of ours.  Pretty sure I’d remember that.  It’ll be good to see him as well however.  I do hope he has no ulterior motive and does just want to be my friend (I have little reason to think otherwise). 
I’m ASSUMING this monstrosity on my face will disappear by then 🙁  If not, all plans shall be cancelled and I shall hibernate in my room with re-runs and porn and all outside life shall cease to exist until I look human again.

Can’t even go dip my head in the ocean and let salt-water heal it because the coast is overrun by Schoolies and Toolies!!  If I went there, I’d automatically be a Toolie.  Sure there would be a lot of young hotties running around.  I loved Schoolies when I went to it, although I went to the Sunshine Coast for two weeks instead of the Gold Coast for one.   I remember buying all the alcohol with Sarah (as we were the only two over 18), having an anxiety attack and some of the boys catching this huge-ass eel in the boat in the canal 🙂  Wow I have a bad memory – wish I had this diary back then, a decade ago!  I saw on the news this morning – the first night of Schoolies was last night and 28 people were arrested haha.  Same story every year.