I had stopped using all of my acne products in hopes of moisturizing my skin (it was really dehydrated from all of the salicylic acid) and consequently suffering from fewer breakouts.
My skin is now soft and silky, but my breakouts are out of control.
I have begun a new skin routine that combines both gentle products and a few harsher, acne-fighting ones.
Let's hope it works.
In the meantime, I desperately need suggestions for a good foundation. I would like one that covers acne well.
After weeks of gaining and losing the same three pounds (which is one of the most frustrating things ever), I finally stepped on the scale today and saw a number I had long been coveting.
But we had an incredibly relaxing night that felt long overdue for all of us.
We began our night by walking up to campus and picking up food from all of our favorite restaurants. Two of my roommates got Panera and the remainder of us were dying for Indian food. If you were curious, I got chicken korma with a spicy level of 4 out of 6, and my mouth almost died. We brought our takeout home and all ate together around the dining room table.
Afterwards, the six of us piled into my one roommate's Lumina (I sat on the little sliver of a seat in the front center) and took a Target trip. I only bought Ibuprofen and eyeliner, which is borderline sad, but my checking account probably appreciated that.
On the way home, we stopped by Starbuck's and all got our autumn drinks. I tried a salted caramel mocha latte for the first time, and it was love (although my heart still belongs to pumpkin spice lattes).
We ended our night with a lot of lifechatting and catching up on the latest Office episode.
It was the perfect way to end our first week back to classes!
I have been through a lot of majors during my college career.
International Studies, International Business, French, and now English (with a minor in International Business).
I was also once a Judaic Studies minor. Possibly the only Catholic in the program.
But anyway.
The first few days of this quarter have reminded me how much I love being an English major. All of my previous majors never felt right. I was too idealistic for business. I couldn't speak French (though in my defense, I am quite good at reading and writing the language), which is a pretty huge problem if you're planning on majoring in the subject...
And in all of these programs, I never felt like I belonged. I hardly ever bonded with my classmates, and I always felt somehow out of place.
When I walk into my English classes, I know at least 2/3 of my peers. We say "hello" outside of class, and I consider many of these classmates to be friends.
I also love the fact that my professors finally know and care about me.
Wild.
Arguably most importantly, I feel passionate about what I am studying. I get excited before going to class, and I think it's incredible to be surrounded by people who feel the same way about English.
I love being an English major.
I will choose to ignore this song from "Avenue Q"...you can do a lot with a BA in English! ;)
Today is the first day of class on my college campus.
On Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, I only have one class from 2-2:50. It's very lame, but with only two quarters left, there isn't much choice left in my class schedule.
Anyway, I know I should make the twenty minute walk to the rec center and get a good workout in this morning, but this overcast weather and hot cup of tea are really urging me to stay home.
Not to mention the fact that this year my school has its biggest enrollment ever (a fact just reported to me by my roommate), and I honestly do not want to walk around campus looking like I just rolled out of bed. Because I did just roll out of bed.
