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If I could collect skin cells and sell them for cash money, I would be rich.

I have been scratching like a maniac for the past eight weeks. EIGHT WEEKS. Of severe, terrible itching. Right now, at this very moment, there is blood underneath my fingernails because I was just scratching my leg. NOTHING SOOTHES THIS JUNK! It's not eczema, psoriasis, or any type of skin irritation (that I can see). I have nary a rash. The only things I can see are the bruises, scratches, and scabs from my own scratching. It's all over my legs, my arms, and often my torso and collarbone area. This is redunk. It's worse at night, for whatever reason. I have changed my soaps, shampoos, laundry detergent, anything you can think of.

I'm freakin' out, man!

On a happier note, I am really, really enjoying my job. The opportunities for hilarity and merriment are many.

Also, I'm playing electric guitar this Sunday (tomorrow) for the FIRST TIME EVAR on a stage. I'm nervous, but also really excited. Woohoo!

You go.

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Señora, no!

I should have done something with Opera. I've always wanted to sing Opera music. Or just epic musicals.

But really, I need to learn to write songs.

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What in the world is going on with me?
I hate panic attacks. I had a terrible one last night; almost threw up a few times. It was awful. And I don't know if it was just the remnants of the panicking, but today, the tiniest things would set me off into a sad state. Really, very annoying. I've been overly critical of and just plain angry with myself since yesterday. At this point, I know I'm my own biggest enemy. I'm so frustrated.

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Your face, mostly.

Firstly, I would just like to make it clear that I am updating this hot mess for two reasons: One, because I just downloaded the LJ iPhone app and, two, because Charity told me to. Hi, Charity.


I've recently rediscovered my love for electric guitar. I've taken to learning electric riffs and licks on my acoustic, but BOY that is difficult. Trying to play smooth and awesome licks on an acoustic is like trying to keep a giraffe calm on a train ride to north Africa. So, I'm gonna start saving for an electric. There.

Also, I'm working at Publix again. If you go through my old LJ posts, it will surely show you a large number of Publix posts. Lots of "I'm quitting again," or "I'm working there again." The past 5 years of my life have seen me very indecisive and ridiculous. I've made a commitment, though. I'm stickin' it out with this job for a long time. Until God says, "Hey, get out of there."

It's good to be back working there, though. I don't have much of a social life outside of church. But there are many cool people at my job, and I like to have fun with them while I'm working. It's like I'm getting my social fill from my job. (There's probably something slightly unhealthy about that...) Oh well, I'm happy!

Butters says hi.

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There is a ghost in my house...


If you hadn't noticed, I haven't updated this hot mess in liiiiike 4 months. Yikes. Well, I'm back in Florida, and loving it. New job, friends, and church... it feels good!

Also, my new doctor is the BEST. I can walk normally and everything. I'm working out to rebuild my leg muscles (which, due to lack of knee usage, have basically become nonexistent), and I'm just so excited about it. He hasn't mentioned hip replacement surgery yet, which is a good thing, as far as I'm concerned. He also seemed very unimpressed with my old doctor, who performed surgery on my knee when I was in high school. This new dude is the real deal, it's awesome.

I just put a lot of effort into making a fried egg sandwich on pumpernickel bread, and after taking a few bites, I realized I didn't really want a fried egg sandwich. Junk.

I wish I could write songs. I'm a pretty good writer when it comes to stories and such, but
writing actual lyrics and not having them be lame is very challenging for me. Blargh.

Oh hey, my birthday is in 5 days. Holla back.

Didn't you wear that yesterday?

I'm staying in Chicago forever.



I'm moving back to Florida, come July! I am SUUUUUUUUUPER excited. Like, super. Like, if Clark Kent became really excited about something and accidentally lit it on fire... THAT'S how excited I am.

I probably won't light anything on fire, though.


Anywho, my fingers smell like bottle caps. Mostly because I just ate some... ROOT BEER type, you know. I love them.

I'd just like to throw this out into the universe: Yesterday was a day for awesome text messages.
I won't elaborate on them, but every text I received yesterday made me smile a big ol' toothy smile. Like, if someone were watching me, they would have thought I was insane and/or high. Insane AND high would be a ridiculous combination. Think about it.

Thankfully, I was neither. Just happy. :) <- Like that.

So yeah, July rolls around, Mallory rolls home.

I suppose it's not a HUGE secret, but I'd appreciate it not being all the heck over Facebook. I'd like to ease people into it. Although, I want everyone in Florida to know immediately, but the people in Chicago might not take it as well, if you know what I mean. Do you know what I mean? Do you?

Today is Thursday, which means AWESOME. That's how they translate it, usually.

Thursday is not only my super-productive day at work, but it is also when, after work, I scoot on over to a church in Rolling Meadows, where they have a SA-WEET 20s ministry called Connect. I love it. I go every Thursday, now! Wonderful music, wonderful teachings, and hundreds of people my age hanging out and having fun. It's fantastic.

I'll miss it dreadfully when I move, but I'm sure I'll be okay. :)

ALSO, I want a kitten, and I may have found the perfect one. A little ginger kitty who is currently very sick. But I've been praying like crazy for a little, kitten-sized miracle. And I'm believing for it. And then I will take her home and love her like she's never been loved before!


10 Suction Cups

You know the feeling you get when your knee is swollen all the time and then sometimes it hurts even more than usual?


Just me?

Alright, fine.

I'm just hangin' out here, at work. At the church. Waiting for the bulletins to complete the joyous process of printing. It's a mildly beautiful thing.

Today, I have been extra tired. I'm not sure why, because I got plenty of sleep last night. Not too much sleep, mind you. But what seemed like just enough. I even went back to my apartment on my lunch break so that I could eat some (free) food and lay down for a spell. That is, twelve minutes. I was in my bed, under the covers, with my eyes closed, for twelve minutes. Usually a little power "nap" like that gets me pumped for the rest of the day, but nooo. Wasn't good enough today, I s'pose. It's all very unfortunate, because I'd very much like to go to church (a different church) tonight, but I'm afraid I'll be too sleepy for activity. Currently, the thought of staying in and re-reading the Harry Potter series is QUITE appealing to my brainz.

I spent a good amount of time on Tuesday reading old LJ entries. It was really funny. Like, for real, I used to be hilarious. Nothing too exciting happens to me anymore. Office jobs do not lend themselves to exciting times, apparently. And I feel like having two office jobs almost negates ANY exciting time. It's all just extra boring or something like that.

Uuuuuummmmmmm, I have a tummy ache and I don't know what else to write.


And now? We wait!

For this season of Lent, I decided to sacrifice "junk food." It was a serious commitment, although I've come to realize that I chose such a vague term. And because it is a vague term, I've had to define what "junk food" is on a daily basis. To keep it simple, it is mostly an avoidance of food items such as cookies, cakes, chips, ice cream, pizza*, fast food, etc.

*I've decided that not all pizza should qualify as "junk." I live in Chicago - pizza is what they do here! So, you can, if you so desire, find a nice, big, greasy slice, OR, you can find a nice, big, natural, veggie-filled slice. To me, there's a difference. Granted, I've only eaten one small slice at all since beginning the 40 days, but this is still useful information.

I would like it to be known that this quest upon which I have been journeying is NOT an easy one. I believe just about every day yet has brought with it some type of chocolatey temptation. Throughout all of March, we've had some type of dessert on our church counter pretty much every day. Currently, there is a huge container of homemade gingerbread cookies and a container of homemade devil's food cupcakes.

For lunch today, I had the most unexciting and lame salad. It's all very boring and difficult.

Easter will be wonderful, for, besides celebrating the resurrection of Christ, I will be feasting!!!

I'm sure I'll have some adverse reaction to all the chocolate I'll consume, but I'm prepared to make that sacrifice.

I'm no fun.

Really, I'm not. I mean sure, I can be silly and whatnot, but if you're trying to have fun by scaring me, it just won't work. Seriously. Example:

Just a few minutes ago, I was sitting at my desk at work, when someone walks in the door just in my peripheral vision. I glanced at him and saw that he was wearing a very realistic and super creepy mask. I didn't know who it was at first. But all I did was glance, and register that the mask was creepy. No jump, gasp, or "eek!" from me! I could tell he was disappointed, as he was carrying a tiny camera, hoping to receive the same reaction he had from the other people he walked in on.

That's just one example.

Another time, while working at Chick-fil-A, I was asked to go see if an employee was in the back. When I walked back, all I saw were boxes. Then, suddenly, the girl pops out of one of the boxes and yells. Again, I didn't even flinch.

It's really weird!

And it happens a lot! People try and come up behind me and grab my shoulders and spook me, but it doesn't work. And this is not me trying to say that I'm not afraid of anything, because I am! Stick a ventriloquist dummy in a room and I'll avoid that room like the plague! It's just like, my body doesn't know how to react to the other stuff. It's almost like I don't register those things properly.

I don't know what this has to do with anything, but it just happened and I thought it was really odd.

It's not just scary stuff either. Last year, for my birthday, a bunch of people from my church threw me a surprise party. I had absolutely no idea. None whatsoever. But when I walked in, I wasn't surprised. I was just like, "Oh hey, this is nice!" I felt bad for not giving everyone the reaction they were hoping for, but it just didn't happen!

Any ideas of what this means?

AM I A ROBOT?!?!?!?!?

Hairy Thoughts

So, I'm thinkin' I need a good dye job on my hairz. Not sure what color exactly. Perhaps black with a blonde streak. I'm just SO bored with it. Yuck. I should probably also invest in some good wax. I haven't used any in ages. AND I would like to see what this hair looks like straightened. So there's that. I don't know... we'll see! Endless possibilities over here.

This is what I think about during lulls in my work day. My hair.

Also, I really need to do my laundry, but I probably won't get a chance to until late tonight!

The weather has been very overcasty today, and now I just really want to go home and watch a scary movie. We shall see. Perhaps I will alter my plans for tonight and do just that!

I don't really know of any good scary movies though... I don't usually watch them.