Biore Strip Bonanza

I'm kind of addicted to Biore strips. Such a strange addiction to start at the tail end of one's 20's, but a good one in my opinion, nonetheless. This fascination with pore digging started with my friend's magnifying mirror. I innocently asked to borrow her mirror for a routine hair check, and much to my horror, this evil monster of a mirror highlighted every blemish in a most unsatisfying way. I couldn't stop staring at my pores, and immediately vowed to find strips to suck that dirt right off my face.

My friend and I cruised the drug store aisles in search of said strips, and we almost gave up before I heard a cry of, "I FOUND THEM!"

I will spare the details of my Biore experience, but I will say this -- it works, and it's strangely enjoyable, at least to me. With Biore strips on my nose and chin, and a bottle of hair dye, I know tonight will be...special.

This morning I took my car into the shop to have a routine inspection and maintenance. It cost me a pretty penny, but the peace of mind is worth it I suppose. A shuttle took me home, and a very nice friend took me back to the dealership to get the car. We then went to my favorite Thai place for a relaxing lunch.

I told her that I felt exhausted. The Thai iced tea gave me a quick perk, but I felt quickly crashed. I think my friend may be right on this one; that everything finally caught up with me. My last night of class was this past Thursday, and as anti-climatic the actual class was, I was floating on Cloud 9. And, for the past two days, I've been utterly exhausted. Although I did manage to hit the gym, take care of my car, dogsit the most adorable little guy on the planet, and of course apply many biore strips to my face.

My move is happening so soon, and it's pretty surreal to me at this point. When I start to really think hard about what I'm doing, my heart races and I lose a bit of breath. I'm very excited about my move, and I've put about a year's worth of work into orchestrating everything, but there is of course a bit of sadness that comes with such excitement. My mom asked if I was going to cry when I left. I told her I wasn't sure, since heavy things tend to not hit me until much, much later. One of my best friends moved to Colorado, and I didn't cry about it until a year or so later. I'm just a bit slow on the uptake I suppose.

I'm trying to drink in all of the beauty I can before I head out. There is beauty everywhere for sure, but this part of the west has a special kind of magic that tugs on the heart of those lucky enough to experience it.