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I HAVE a pair. biggrin

You can buy them all over the place here.

And I can easily order them off the internets.

But I'm too lazy. So I'll make a sexy pair of my own x3

Warning: This rant will possibly gross you out... especially at the end... when I start talking about the flesh under my fingernails.

Ahem.

I have poison ivy.

Everywhere.

I'm so miserable.

I've never had a reaction to poison ivy before, but my dad has a severe allergy to it, so I've theoretically developed one, as well. It's all over my legs and feet and my arms are so gross. I look like a zombie. The worst bit? I can feel it developing near my eye and it's already on my face. I CARE DEEPLY ABOUT WHAT I LOOK LIKE. I CANNOT HAVE THIS.

Also, my eyes will possibly swell shut and I won't be able to see.

Oh, and I HATE being itchy. I would rather eat an entire bottle of olives and ten whole tomatoes, all dipped in mayonaise, than be this itchy this constantly.

If you're wondering, I despise olives, dislike tomatoes, and find mayonaise revolting.

I don't know which would be worse: this, or listening to Pachelbel's Canon in D for seventy-six hours straight.

...

Maybe the Canon.

OH MY GOD, THIS ******** SUCKS. GODDAMN HYDROCORTISONE CREAM DOES NEXT-TO-NOTHING. I WANT TO CHOP OFF MY ARMS.

AND MY LEGS.

AND MY NECK.

Oww... and the really, really gross-lookin' patch on my arm is really hot and it hurts like a ******** entire tube of hydrocortisone cream on the floor and rolls in it*

HERE, I HAVE A JOKE FOR YOU.

Q: HOW DO YOU SIT BACK ON YOUR BED, RELAX AND CURL UP WITH ONE OF THE FIVE BOOKS YOU HAVE OUT OF THE LIBRARY WHEN YOU HAVE ICKY, ICKY, RASHY, CRAPPY POISON IVY EVERYWHERE?

A: YOU SIT THERE WITH YOUR LITTLE TUBE OF ANTI-ITCH CREAM AND THINK ABOUT CHOPPING OFF YOUR NAILS SO THAT YOU CAN'T GOUGE YOURSELF OPEN ANYMORE, BUT THEN YOU REALIZE THAT YOU REALLY DON'T WANT TO, EVEN THOUGH YOU'RE BLEEDING FROM A HUNDRED LITTLE CUTS AND THERE'S A COUPLE OF POUNDS OF FLESH TRAPPED BEHIND YOUR FILTHY FINGERNAILS. YOU DON'T CARE BECAUSE SCRATCHING IT FEELS SO ******** GOOD.

AND THEN YOU CRY.

ACTUALLY, YOU DON'T GET A LOT OF SITTING BACK, RELAXING, OR READING DONE.

AHHHHHHHHH I'M SO AGITATED!!

... and blood just soaked from my jeans from a hole on my knee. ********. ******** YOU, POISON IVY. WE DON'T EVEN NEED YOU. NO ANIMALS EAT YOU, BECAUSE THEY WOULD DIE. YOU KNOW WHO NEEDS YOU?! NOBODY!! NOBODY EXCEPT-- EXCEPT-- NO! NOT EVEN HARDCORE MASOCHISTS WANT POISON IVY! NO-ONE WANTS YOU! I WISH YOU WOULD JUST DIE!

*Breaks down, sobbing and hacking at her her limbs with her nails*

(I'm such a drama queen sometimes. I just haven't been able to get out any of my irritation, so it's all just building up inside of me.)

How Satah Got Poison Ivy
A short story

Once upon a time, there was a girl named Lizz. Lizz was digging up a lilac bush to give to her mother for mother's day, and ended up stepping in and putting her jacket on a patch of poison ivy. Soon, Lizz was covered in icky red rashes and was rather upset about it. It made her whole face swell up and she had to stay home from school for four days. She also had to miss the Music Monday trip, which upset Satah very much, especially since without her, there weren't really any good violinists except Alex, and one second can not hold up an entire section, contrary to popular belief.

A few days later, Lizz touched her shoes. Because they had not been washed, there was still some of the nasty, nasty poison ivy oil on them. It got on Lizz, and Lizz promptly touched Satah's arm. Satah unknowingly got in on her mattress. Within a couple of days, Satah was complaining of a rash on her arm.

"Lizz, what does poison ivy look like?" Satah asked Lizz, itching idly at her arm. Lizz lifted up her pant leg to show her, then looked at the rash Satah was concentrated on tearing apart.

"You don't have it." Lizz said with a dismissive wave of the hand.

Now, because Satah had got poison ivy oil on her mattress, she continued to get more and more rashes every night. Soon, Lizz was forced to admit that she actually did have it. Satah showed it to her dad, as well, and he dismissed it. She got rather angry, and so the next day, they went to a pharmacist.

"There isn't much we can do," said the old asian man behind the counter. "Just buy some hydrocortisone cream."

And so they did, and it did nothing.

At the current time, Lizz has re-contracted poison ivy from lying on Satah's bed. Satah is constantly on the edge of a freak-out and smells of blood, Goldbond, hydrocortisone, and madness. The two of them spent Spanish class spreading Goldbond on their rashes, talking about how much nature sucks, dispelling common myths (Myth: Poison ivy is contagious! Fact: No, it's not, after you wash off the oil. Therefore, you don't need to stand two feet away from us-- in fact, it kind of sucks. Please love us. Please?!), and sharing fun facts (Eating mangos makes your rash worse. Don't do it.).

Later tonight, Satah's dad is taking her to an after-hours clinic, because last night, Satah stormed into the computer room, put her foot on his desk, and dragged her jean-leg up to her knee. He was then forced to acknowledge the poison ivy, because it was less than a metre from his face.

The end!

I swear to god, if I get ******** poison ivy scars on my face... *Heavy breathing*

Edit: Oh jesus, this is longer than I expected it to be. xDD I'm rather passionate, aren't I?

That's really ******** stupid. If i say I have something, My parents go "Ok, Clinic?" And I say yes or no. And all is well.

They don't ignore me like irresponsible peoplez.

I know the feeling, Turst me, and i hope to HELL that it'll all be good. D: <3

Psychiactry = mostly a money making business. Counselling is what you should go for if you need that kind of help. xp I have seen one guy work really well though, think he's a psychiatrist that helps with fear of things that intrude on your life. He takes the bad association, and then makes you associate it with something good. Was a cool program to watch.

I read your rant Satah, it cheered me up because I have an allergic reaction to SOMETHING and it swelled up one eyelid. D: I woke up this morning and that one's gone down, because I put anti-histamene on it, but the other one is slightly swollen. xd

Which reminds me... if it's an allergic reaction, they should be able to do somethng.

Hehe, thought you wouldnt.

And yeah, people often just assume it's tiredness. They dont look very closely. XP

Guitar exam? surprised

I LOVE THE NEW HAIR IN THE SALON!! IT IS AWESOME!!! burning_eyes I've been waiting for my entire Gaian life for the Silken hairstyle. But what happened to the nice rich dark reddish (sorta, but that too, separately) browns?! The blonde options are awesome, but redheads and brunettes are kinda... ignored.

The strawberry colour, the light purple colour, the light and dark blue, and the teal however... SO PRETTY! heart

I stepped on a fish hook.

Ow.

That is all.

Three weeks is a ******** long time.

*Becomes lonely teenage girl with acoustic guitar who locks herself in her room for long periods of time*