Juice

My face is going on strike. Four pimples have eroded and are trying to take over the world--only one of which can be hidden by my bangs. It's that time of the year when I go out dressed like a homeless person; sweatshirt hood up, jeans, puffy jacket, fake glasses. The other day when I was taking my final I sat down next to my friend and said hi. She seemed super confused, looked at me like I was some stranger, and ignored me. I thought she was just in the zone and ready to take the final until five minutes later she stares at me again, "...Joanna?! o_o." I don't think my homeless attire is tremendously different... though I tend to avoid mirrors to alleviate self-inflicted trauma, so who knows.

I taped a spider to my wall. It has been two months. It should be dead by now... right? You never know with those suckers. They're so good at playing dead. You think that you've exterminated them by turning on the faucet only to find that they're sitting in your sink making intricate webs that say, "kiss my a**" five minutes later. I'm not irrational, you know it's true. My friend tried to drown one with ammonia and bleach, but it was still alive. After experimenting she told me that the only thing that works is hairspray. Spiders are hairy... I guess it makes sense.

Sleepless nights. My tea stash is almost gone! How will I survive? :(