I once worked at a Starbucks, and we had a refurbished espresso machine.  Someone who worked there made a joke about it, that someone else broke it and then we got it.  (Because it never worked.)

Well, I’m starting to think that I got a refurbished body.  Someone else broke it, so it got a new coat of paint and got shipped off to me.

Foot update: the places on my foot where I put that poison are now all a very lovely jaundice yellow.   (When it was tested on my stomach over two months ago on my stomach -which still hasn’t healed- it definitely didn’t turn yellow…)

I now have a wonderful rash on the insides of my arms and the underside of my neck.  Last week, the rash was on the outside of my arms and all over my legs.

And now I am being super stupid and keep spelling words wrong that I usually don’t.  Whatever, I think I’m stressed or something.

Must get passport ($97) and $60 for application to the ISEP Program to try to go abroad next year.  I don’t know how much I am going to be charged for pictures, around $15, I’m thinking.  So, it’s close to $200 just to apply.  Then, if I get accepted, I have to give them $500 within the month to reserve my spot.  I hope I can do that.

I have a pretty low immune system, so I am more susceptible to infection, duh.

So, because of this, I get planar warts on my feet.

And, tired of being tortured every three weeks with liquid nitrogen on the soles of my feet (youch!) I am trying a different approach.

There’s this 5% solution of some gawdawful chemical, that smells like super concentrated acetone.

I put this on the warts once a week.

Well, on Wednesday, I did the second application.

Today, I have a weird, hard, painful white mass trying to push it’s way out of the side of my foot.

That was the objective.

But, I ended up spending a hour walking around Toys R Us with Jaren yesterday (instead of going to the yarn store, I still think that was on purpose) and, boy, could I tell.

I mean, my foot would not let me not know.

Then I went and stood at work for a few hours too.

Bleh.

Jaren has this huge swim meet all weekend for Halloween (yes, I don’t know either) so I am going to finally finish putting my bookcase and new table together, and then get all of my stuff out of my mother’s garage and back into my room.

Oh, and homework, I guess.

And, I officially hate being a girl (gross, I know!) but I seriously want to throw my uterus at the wall.

Spent the morning going to the local Wal*Marts and collecting bacteria from the toilet seats and door handles.

Accidentally ended up in the harder Biology class, and my group’s project has to be with bacteria or plants.

Oh, well. We are going to collect for two more days to get a lot of samples.

I am in Dance, I don’t like this class.

Gah.

My cat has been on a killing spree.

At least she isn’t bringing them to me, as a wake up present, alive, anymore.

She leaves them on the front walk.

For me.

She’s so sweet.

So far, I’ve gotten two birds and two mice.

Strangely, she hasn’t killed any robins for me yet, these are just sparrows.

Okay.

I’ve been trying to knit a scarf (and I started around 13, and never got past the standard knit and purl, and didn’t get very into it until now. I need some way to relax, I thought this would do it. I think I was wrong, but now I’m too obsessed with pretty yarns and patterns that I want to try…) and it keeps ending up as a knotted, jumbled, tangled, awful mess.