Frustration

So this morning I was supposed to see the dentist.  It was actually my friend's brother, but it turns out that they don't take my insurance.  Awesome.  And when I got there, the lady at the front desk tells me that I'm not even scheduled.  Even more awesome.  Apparently, the guy who took down my appointment wrote in another name that rhymed with my name.  I was just so annoyed.  He was so careful asking how to spell my street address but not my name.  Seriously?  If he had written down my name correctly, he would've been able to check my insurance, found out that they don't take my insurance, and I wouldn't have had to drive there twenty minutes and back.  I was really looking forward to getting my teeth checked out.  That was precious time I could've spent studying since I have finals coming up and all.  Ah, such is life.  C'est la vie.  [insert another cliche].

Speaking of frustration, I've been breaking out so badly.  It's the painful-to-the-touch type of acne, and although it's been a couple of weeks, it hasn't gone away.  A couple of them died, but then newer ones cropped up to replace them so the net effect is still the same.  I went to Ulta to get a concealer, but I wanted an all natural one so I decided to take the advice of the sales girl and try my mineral foundation with a concealer brush.  I tried it before, and it always seems to look too cakey, but this time I'll use moisturizer to sort of make a liquid paste.  Oh well.  This at least gives me the opportunity to try out new skincare items, which I really like.  I mean, I really like skincare.  It's weird.  It's a good thing I'm going to be a pharmacist.  I was thinking that if I worked at a grocery pharmacy or even Walgreens (but hopefully not CVS), I could help out so many people with their skin issues.  I know a lot of teenagers could use the help, but I guess if they're at the pharmacy, they're picking up some kind of prescription acne treatment.