Ginger in Progress

Written by me on December 26, 2012 (No title) When your thoughts are askew and your words aren't long When your sadness has come and just hasn't gone You're waiting for it to get out of your brain And you try and you try but you just can't explain Why the words in your head are drowning in vain Why you just can't eat and you just can't rest Why you're lost for no reason and you're so helpless When your mind keeps on aching and you blame it real quick On something superficial or some kind of mind trick But you know in your heart there's some way out You know there's got to be a solution about The way that you feel and the way that you think The way that you can't conceal how your eyes blink The way that they twitch and the way that they sink You're getting out of it and rapidly losing time Or so you dream it, right in your mind Where has the time gone, though it's passing slowly Your sand is draining in the hourglas...

So, as a part of my "Ginger in Progress" themed blog, this counts, right?!  I may start to do more health & wellness posts.  But here's my first one, and it's about skincare.  This can apply to guys or gals, but probably mostly the ladies who suffer from acne-prone skin, oily skin, or very sensitive skin.  And here we go! Daytime Cleanser: Cetaphil Oil Control Foam Wash (about $10) What it does: the BEST cleanser for reducing oily skin that I've ever tried.  And you can ask anyone who works at Walgreens, I have tried almost everything on their drugstore shelf.  Clean & Clear, top name brands, even Proactiv (which did help for a while but eventually was too harsh for my skin).  This really does cut down on the oiliness and your foundation will feel less "gross" after a few hours of wear.  Usually, I have to use one of those oil-wiping sheets to blot the greasy sections ( especially  in summer) or reapply powder.  Th...

“Have no fear of perfection.  You'll never reach it." -Salvador Dalí Ah, the joys and sorrows of being a night person. Here I sit, 2:20am, with nothing but the desire to write in my blog.  You see, I'm fickle, and tweeted not two hours ago that I wanted to give up on blogging.  And you know what?  A blog is not a journal. Not a diary!   I am aware of this fact but if I write anything that anybody else can relate to, then hey, what's the harm in being a writer who writes about herself?  They say to write about what you know best.  I know myself better than anyone else (or so I think). I've been writing for the past hour, a blog draft that no one will read but my doctor and myself.  I shall never post it, for it is too far in my consciousness and the depths of me to reveal to just anybody.  I mean, this is public!  Neurotic, maybe?  Nah, I don't know who'll end up reading what I say and surmise that I'm a nut!  (Not saying I'm ...

Ah, blogging! I decided to create a blog, inspired by some of my favorite Brits who blog (i.e. - Eric Idle, Stephen Fry) but more importantly because I keep starting blogs and abandoning them. Without a blog, I feel I let out all my thoughts into my tweets, which sometimes consist of a long thought broken up into several tweets. I know this can be annoying to follow in the stream of tweets...one long thought that has ellipses or perhaps a "(continued)" to allow my followers to know that I'm continuing my thought. Well, why not blog once in a while? I used to be against blogging; I thought it was silly really, and not a very cool thing to do. It's become consumingly popular, and I said to myself it's time to join the blogosphere! So without further ado, I shall continue my thoughts tomorrow because it's late (1 o'clock in the morning), my meditation is playing and I'm clearly not following with it at the moment, and I have to attend psychology class...