Maybe it's something important? I have to have my phone with me at all times because my friend is super depressed and is thinking about really negative stuff and I don't want to lose her, so I just keep my phone with me in case she needs to talk.
I don't know about her, though. Just an explanation *shrugs*

Which do you like more?
Just act kick-butt and act proud if you go to church camp. To me, church camp sounds fun except I don't go to church, but that's because I love rockclimbing.

I don't really care about acne. But that's easy for me to say, since I don't have much.
How do you know what they think?

I feel you pain, Ruza. *le dejected sigh* I've had skin issues since I was in 3rd grade. The horrific acne gene runs in my family, unfortunately. So while everyone else was just goofing around, being a little 3rd grader, I was experimenting with Proactiv. e__e (*stabs Proactiv* I WASTED SOOOOO MUCH TIME AND MONEY ON YOUUUUUUU. Freaking ripoff.) No one really pointed it out to me until I moved schools at the beginning of 4th grade, where my ex-nemesis had apparently been telling the kids lies about me for a whole year. THUS came the teasing....and the out-and-out harassment. "Hey, Ashley, ever hear of CLEAN&CLEAR?? Or even SOAP?" "I TRIED that, you imbecilic twit. It. Doesn't. Work. For. Me." The only real comfort I got was the fact that I could call them whatever rude names I wanted since my reading level was high and they had no idea what I was calling them. XD

I don't think it's shallow. 0_0 Acne vulgaris and its gruesome cousins are all skin diseases. It's not wrong to wish you didn't have a disease. <:^J

What I've always hated is that.....I honestly think I'd look fairly nice if it wasn't for my skin. I'm not like a lot of teens with severe acne--you know, really crooked teeth, greasy hair, beady eyes, disheveled clothing (I know, I sound harsh, but I've seen dozens of 'em here...it's like they've totally given up on hygiene, which makes everyone else assume we ALL gave up on getting rid of acne)--I honestly think I wouldn't look half bad if it weren't for my skin. I'm not overly-skinny or obese. I'm not totally pale and sickly-looking, but I don't have an over-baked tan. My hair tends to get a bit static-y, but it's fairly manageable and I'm pleased with it. It's just that red, rough skin that ruins me. (Well, THAT, and my nose, but that's a WHOLE OTHER TOPIC. XDD)

I thought the heart thing was only for moles. o.0 Not acne.

O_e Because a lot of them walk up to you and actually tell you that. At least, that's what they did to me...

Charlie McDonnell is a hilarious guy. His Vlogs aren't filled with obscenities and cursing *glares at Jenna Marbles*, but he still manages to be REALLY funny and interesting. And his songs? Awesome. ESPECIALLY THIS ONE, since it's about acne, and it's true for him, too, because he's got skin problems just like the rest of us.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hIh0rbpjDPQ

XD I agree with Charlie. Proactive Solution DOES deserve and execution.

But she didn't say TELL, she said THINK.
Every time I see Justin Beiber's face on a bus banner of Proactive, I want to puke.
Good for us bookworms.

I just had the most disturbing, vivid dream ever. O_e

Here's my dream: e_e

Weird Dream
June 17, 2012

Okay, so me and a friend were at this grocery store because I needed a new cover for my iPod. I paid $10.75 for it, and the cashier guy gives me a MP3 Player cover. For some reason I started screaming, and so he gave me gummies. O_o
So then this giant black guy appeared who was obviously older than me, and he said some provocative stuff, so I kicked him and left. He looked on KidPub and got my email and started emailing me all this stuff and I was about to cry because my Mom wouldn’t do anything about it.
For some reason my whole family went to this hotel. I went to unpack my stuff, and the black guy was sitting on the bed. I screamed and ran out and told Mom to call the cops. He ran off and disappeared. I had previously blocked him on Gmail, but I finally logged into Gmail to read his emails, because before he left he told me to just read the email. So I read the emails and I replied and told him if he didn’t leave me the H*** alone, I’d call the cop. He tried to argue, but I told him I had my finger on 911 right now. He wouldn’t leave me alone, so I did call the cops, and they came to his house and took him away.
It turns out he was 34 years old, and was on the run for molesting children and kidnapping. *shudders* I know it’s just a dream, but I’m taking my email off of KidPub just in case. I don’t think I’ll be going back to bed. XD

o.O Whoa...creepy.

Yeah... e_e
But I wasn't trying to be racist in my description of him....I read through it again and it sounded weird...