School, Work, Play!

Third day of trying to keep my hands OFF myself!

Went to school today. After school, hung out at Starbuck's inside the Targét that's right across the street from that other free-standing Starbuck's by my school. My school has 3 Starbuck's within walking distance of it. Not to mention 2 indie coffee shops on campus. It's literally awesome and excessive all at the same time.

Well, anyway, walked there around 11:15AM to grab an iced soy chai for breakfast. And so I could study. I read 1 chapter (30 pages) of my textbook. I was amazed. Small accomplishments (no matter how pointless they seem) are cool. I also listened to some foreigners yapping at a table a little ways from my table. I couldn't decide if they were English or Australian or somewhere in between. They had a bit of a Cockney flair to their accents... I'm pretty sure they were from somewhere near Antarctica.

Then I hopped on the bus to work. Work was busy as all hell when I arrived (and until closing). Didn't get any homework done there for sure. But it was fine. I had fun. My co-worker was freaking out because of how busy it was though. I swear she looked like she was about to faint and go into a coma.

I know how she feels.

After work, I went to see a play! Actually, I ushered it. So that I could get extra credit for my theatre class AND see the show for free. I wish I would have taken a cell phone photo of the set. It was amazing. Two stories high. Looked like a real house with cutaways on the sides. I'm sure photos are on the internet somewhere. They always are. Maybe I'll post one.

Had to leave the show 10 minutes early though to catch the bloody bus. My theatre comrades were very brilliant though. I enjoyed it. I almost cried damn near cried 30 times and laughed 3 times that amount... it was so good.

Anyway, what about my skin? Well, the hands did a little damage. I really can't sit still and read for very long without my retarded hands feeling around my arms or neck or whatever. Bit my lips a little too. But no major 'picking episodes' yet. So I'm happy about that.

It's hard to be perfect at anything. I should just stop thinking about trying to be PERFECT. If I'm too perfect and restrictive, it'll all just blow up in my face one isolated night in the future. Rehab is not easy. Trying not to be TOO perfect at this might the key to getting cured. But yet if I don't--- If I don't think about how I made a promise myself to keep a clean report card regarding my 'skin murdering' behavior, then I might not get better.

Me thinking about how I will have to blog and be truthful with myself is helping me be more aware of what my hands do. I really feel I cannot let myself slip up, not even once. Because I will have to blog about HOW and WHY I slipped up. Then again, that's how you learn. Grr.

I mean, if I slip up once, and blow it off as no big deal in a blog... I'm deathly afraid it's bound to happen again. And again. And ugh, AGAIN.

...For all eternity.

And it hurts way too much for me to bare it that long.