I'm "watching" the space shuttle launch.  Actually, I'm loading pictures onto my facebook page and catching up on the family website and only listening to the launch.  One of the astronauts is giving us a play by play.  She has an annoying, plastic, flight attendant voice.  I immediately don't like her.  My ear registers Astronaut Barbie saying, "We've lost power to one engine.  All power to the remaining 3 engines.  We're safe to continue."  The launch has my full attention.  Astronaut Barbie repeats the transmission without a quaver to her voice.  Now I hate her.  She lost power to an engine for crying out loud!  I'm mad and sort of hope I get to hear her say she lost power to another engine just to see if the facade will crack.  No such luck. 

I tune out again while trying to remember the dates some of these pictures w ...

I hate stress.  It is ruining my skin.  This is just a repeat of the post I put up on the announcement page the other day but I'm writing it again because this seems the more appropriate place to put it.  So, again.  My skin.  Yeah, not great skin to begin with...a few fine lines beginning to appear, large pores that have always been there, a little interesting redness over my cheek bones which might look like blush if they weren't so uneven and in the almost-right spot, and lets not even begin about the oil slick that is my face.  Okay, fine.  So, I use pore perfector and astringent and a great night cream for the "fine lines", a good but inexpensive mouisturizer for the redness but holy cow!  Where did the acne come from?  Good night, its awful!  STRESS from SCHOOL.  Just one more reason to be done with school.  I feel like I'm in Jr High.  And let me just say that ...