armpit rash

Yeah, that's right. I said it. I don't know if it's from my all-natural deoderant crystal (which, OK, not to get too personal or anything, but over the summer I really started to smell not-too-good, and that was with using real deoderant--not antiperspirant though, because that really gives me a rash--so then I decided to start using the crystal stuff again, and lo and behold! I stopped stinking), or from applying it right after I shave (which always makes me a bit rashy anyway, becase apparently I have the. most. sensitive. armpits. ever--see above, re: antiperspirant), or just from shaving, or what. But my armpits are all red and sort of, I don't know, starting to get icky. So today I just didn't wear deoderant at all, but that is definitely not going to work for very long.

Also, my legs are killing me, because I had to do 7,000 squats and lunges at my class last night. The class I go to on Mondays is mostly guys, and it is ridiculously hard. And there is so much testosterone floating through the air that it's cra-azy. But it's good for me, because I don't want to be the girl who gives up, and I especially don't want to be the fat girl who gives up. So I stick with it, and then when I get on my bike Tuesday to ride to class, I almost die. But in a good way.

House is on. Gotta watch!

because secretly i am a twelve-year-old girl

Or maybe only five.

So, I refuse to say how long I spent at the stupid doll-maker site fiddling with this big-headed oddity. I wish there was a way to change the head size. And the body shape. And the fact that I just spent a really long time making a stupid warped "doll" image when I should have been working, or at least having fun. Actual fun. As it is, I just kept getting pissed off because the dumb thing wouldn't let me layer a dress under a jacket. Is that something to get all worked up about, I ask? No. No, it is not.

In other news... There is no other news. I should be working. Bye!