How to be Creepy

How to be Creepy

I have recently been very tired as a result of excessive schoolwork, procrastination, books, and procrastination. Through this experience, I have gained 2 things: under-eye bags and new knowledge - specifically, knowledge about myself. I have realized, with the help of my friends, that when I am tired, I get somewhat...creepy. Yeah, you read that right. BUT NO I'M NOT A CREEP, OK? It's just fun :D

Here are some foolproof ways to be creepy, tested earlier today on my friends.

1. Hug someone, sniff them loudly, and whisper "You smell nice..."
2. Get out your lip balm. Without taking the cap off, and making sure that your friend is watching, slowly move it towards him/her and rub it on the side of their neck, moving downwards. Stare at them with a creepy smile on your face the whole time.
3. While your friend is facing the other way, quietly walk up behind them and start stroking their hair and/or back.
4. During a long, not awkward, silence, suddenly look your friend straight in the eye and say "Boobehs," again with a creepy smile on your face and with your eyes wide open.
5. Make sure that he/she is looking at you. Then, stare them straight in the eye and eat your food, one bit at a time, never breaking eye contact. Chew slowly and keep silent.

There you go! Five very funny (to me XD ) and highly amusing ways to...well...amuse yourself :) And no, I don't make a hobby of this...I was just really tired, ok? And besides, it was hilarious :D

Also, I found some more creepy things that you can whisper into someone's ear while hugging them, from here. The picture is below :)

Have an awesome day!!

Love,


P.S. By the way, my friends were ok with it :P

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Making Out with Bathroom Doors

Making Out with Bathroom Doors

Hellooo everybody! Long time no see!

Giant Panda at the Toronto Zoo

It's been about 2 months since the last time I posted, so there are quite a few stories that I could tell about my summer. I could tell you about the month I spent volunteering at a camp, my camping and sightseeing trip to Toronto, and all the little things in between - but I'm too lazy to type it all up. Maybe later :P Instead, let me tell you about what happened to me this morning.

This morning, at school, I was walking towards the girls washroom and was about to push the door open. Usually, all you have to do is push on the door and it swings open, so I was expecting to walk right through. But no. Nooooooo. For some reason, that particular washroom was locked this morning, so when I reached out to push the door open and stepped forward, I stepped right into the stupid door, smushing my face against it in the process.

So yeah. I kissed the washroom door. Gross. But if that wasn't enough, at that exact moment, some good-looking guy walked past me, and saw me smushing my mouth on that door.

How come there are always people around to watch me do stupid things?? Ugh.

On another note, I finally got Tumblr!!! I post cute things , random things, funny things, cool things and whatever else I find interesting. Follow me here :) And haha it took me way longer than it should have to find a theme and tweak it. I think it was worth it, though, because now it's adorable ^^

Bye!!

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Some People Just Piss Me Off

Some People Just Piss Me Off

At my school, every once in a while a geography class will go around the school and dump out all the recycle bins. Sometimes, other classes will take a turn too.

Today, some other class was supposed to do the recycling bins, but because for some reason they couldn't, my teacher volunteered our class instead.

We didn't really mind because it meant no work :) But there were a lot of bins, and we were a small class, so it took the whole period to get through the whole school. And there are also really disgusting moments, like when you pick up a bin and your hands get all sticky because an open bottle spilled who-knows-what all over the bin. And after you dump everything out, only to find that the bottom of the bin is covered with bits of candy, gum and various other I-don't-wanna-know-what-that-is substances.

Yeah, one of these things. Is it called a dumpster?

Anyhow, while my partner and I were bringing the last few bins outside to the giant recycling box (is it called a dumpster?), we found that one of our classmates, Sparrow (no, that's not his real name), was standing inside the thing. And then I noticed that he was looking for something in all those papers, and that there was this girl standing outside the giant recycling box, peering inside. My teacher, my partner and I, and a few of my other classmates were standing around, waiting for them to finish so that we could dump out our black-boxes.

It turned out that the girl had lost some of her papers,and she thought that they might be in the recycling bins that we were dumping out. The papers included her notes for a speech, something to do with her art summative, and something else. She said that they were very important and that she didn't think she could duplicate them, so she really needed to find the papers. And Sparrow, being a really nice guy, was actually standing inside the dirty recycling dumpster, trying to find her papers among the thousands of other papers in there.

And the girl just stood there, watching.

After a while, we were getting impatient, and my teacher politely hinted that if she wanted to find the papers faster, maybe she should get in there too. I don't know if the girl didn't hear or ignored her, but either way, she just continued standing there, watching.

To speed up the process, another one of my classmates jumped into the giant recycling box thingy to help search for the papers. Within seconds, he had found 2 of the three items. The girl thanked him, and my two classmates continued to search through the giant mass of papers for the third item.

And still the girl just stood there. Watching.

By this time we were all getting pretty impatient, and the teacher again hinted, though not as subtly as before, that the girl should also climb in there to search for her own papers.

And do I even have to say it?

Finally, after a long time, the girl saw the impatient looks my teacher was shooting her and took the hint. She again thanked the guys for helping and left.

And that's the end of my story.

Why did I just tell you all of that? Well mostly because the whole thing kind of pissed me off. If I losed something important to me, sure I might ask other people for help, but I certainly wouldn't just stand back and let everyone else do all the work. The fact that that girl just stood back, relaxed, and watched while two other people got their hands dirty to help her really irks me.

What, was she afraid to get her own hands dirty? So what? I wouldn't like it either, but you can't ask of other people what you yourself won't do.

And that, boys and girls, is the moral of the story.

On another note, this is stuck in my head right now thanks to Sarah ;)

Love ya :)

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My Face Has Been Ripped

My Face Has Been Ripped

Ok it's not that bad, but...it's pretty bad.

So here's what happened:

Today in outdoor education we went tobogganing. The hill isn't very steep, but it's a decent tobogganing hill. There are also a  bunch of bumps in the middle of it.

Because it wasn't very steep, we didn't slide nearly fast enough, but it was still pretty fun :) Most people avoided the bumps, except for a few guys who purposely didn't because they thought it was cool or whatever to be in pain...yeah I don't know what they were thinking.

Then my two friends, Flower and Eggnog (no, those aren't their actual names), really wanted to go down the bumps too. Again, I have no idea why. And being the idiot that I am, I went with them anyway.

Luckily, we missed the first set of bumps at the top of the hill, but then we started gathering speed going down the steep part. We went on the bumps, and the whole time Flower is squealing, Eggnog is screaming and I'm half screaming but also going "ohmygodohmygodohmygod". We slid and bounced all the way down the steep part, and the bumps may be small, but damn they hurt. After that, there were still even more bumps, and this time they jostled us so much, we were flying off the toboggan half the time, but we were still sliding down the hill pretty fast and no one had any control over the toboggan. Then we finally all fell sideways, still sliding, and right when I was about to sit back up, Eggnog fell on top of me, pinning me down, and my face slid on the ground for another metre or so before the toboggan finally stopped.

We got up, and all our butts were hurting so much because of the stupid bumps and the stupid wooden toboggan. My butt was also numb from sitting on the snow, and the right side of my face burned. And I mean burned. I thought it was because the snow was so cold that it felt like my cheek was burning, so I didn't think much of it. I did ask Flower if it was bleeding, though, just to make sure. She said it looked normal, so we just went right back to tobogganing [my stupid friends actually wanted to go back down the bumps again (as their friend, I reserve the right to call them stupid :P ), and when they asked me to go with them, I was like NO WAY].

I wasn't until we all went back to school and I was in the change room that I noticed what was really up with my face. I was looking in the mirror to fix my hair, when I suddenly noticed my cheek. And not just my cheek, but my chin and jawline too. They were practically covered in thin red cuts. Some were tiny dots, but most were half an inch long; some were pretty shallow, while others look deeper, but they're all bright red cuts that because they are all slanted one way, make it appear as if my face has been repeatedly slashed by something sharp. And I guess it has been.

What I thought was just a "cold burn" was actually the burning sensation of a multitude of cuts on my face created by tiny ice shards in the snow slicing across my face as I was dragged along by the momentum of the toboggan.

Imagine how I felt when I saw my face in the mirror.

And when I realized that outdoor ed. was just 1st period.

I would post a picture on here, but lucky for you I've decided not to grace you with the marvellous spectacle of my current face.

Granted, it's not that bad. If you're standing a few metres away, all you'll notice is that one side of my face looks like it's slightly flushed. One metre away and you'll see a bunch of thin, slightly pinkish lines. Any closer and you'll be able to clearly see the cuts.

Getting through the rest of the day was alright. Most people either didn't notice at all, or if they did, didn't say anything about it. I thought that was pretty nice of them. My friend Fishy (again, not her real name) was really nice about it and I'm so grateful she was there :)

My parents weren't very happy about it though.

It's probably going to look worse soon, since all cuts look worse on the second day. Oh, how I look forward to tomorrow *rolls eyes*

See ya,


P.S. Notice how I labeled this one "Tales of My Misfortune"? That's because there are probably going to be a lot more :/

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Embarrassing Moment of the Day

Embarrassing Moment of the Day

Today, at school, I went to the washroom. There were a few people inside, but there was no line-up (for once). So I chose a stall, went inside, and did my business. [Haha does this sound interesting yet? ;) ] But then when I went to flush the toilet, it didn't work. No, I don't mean it was plugged or anything - the actual flushing mechanism or whatever you call it wasn't working. So I kept on pushing down on the flusher-majiggy but it still didn't work, so I gave up. But then I realized that there were people outside of the stall at the sinks, and if I just walked out without a flushing sound, then they would think that I'm one of those annoying/gross people who don't bother with flushing the toilet.

So I decided to wait, because there were only a few people left in there. However, after a while it became clear that instead of everyone leaving, more people were actually entering the washroom. And I was like: frig.

So then I desperately shoved and yanked on the flusher-majiggy for a good 30 seconds but the STUPID thing refused to work!! But since I didn't want to stay in there forever, I finally just gave up and walked out of there, washed my hands, and the whole time I was trying really hard not to meet anybody else's eyes because I didn't want to know what they were thinking :( Because honestly, I would be kind of grossed out.

I was glad to leave. Walked away as quickly as I could.

SO EMBARRASSING!!

I guess it doesn't sound so bad, but I am a bad explainer, and it actually was embarrassing.

Now that I think about it, there are actually so many stories I could tell about washrooms...

Over and out.


P.S. Follow/subscribe to me please? Pretty please with a cherry on top? :)

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Why I Love Snow

Why I Love Snow

In honour of the melting snow (I hate slush).

1.  It's beautiful
It really is. One of the things I love doing in winter is to watch the snow fall. It's really calm and peaceful-looking. The little pieces of white fluff gently (or sometimes not so gently) drift down from the sky, and everything gets coated in a soft layer of white. It makes the scenery looks amazing. 

So pretty :)

2. SNOW DAYS

Technically, school is never actually cancelled unless the storm is so big that the power goes out or something, but school buses can still be cancelled if there's enough snow. And then us school bussers don't have to go to school!! =D

Me when I find out it's snow day.

I remember this one snow day back at my old, old school when I was in grade 1. A lot of people didn't go to school that day, but I did because I lived really close. Because my teachers were awesome, that whole day we basically just watched a movie, played in the snow and had free time. No work at all. I know the other grade 1 class actually got to eat popcorn or something, but whatever. It was still awesome :)

3. Sports
Specifically tobogganing (does that count as a sport?), snowshoeing and skiing, both downhill and cross-country. Though the only times I do any of these is at school, and my school doesn't actually have downhill skis. While I'm glad that we have skis at all - cuz I know that a lot of schools don't - honestly, going downhill skiing with cross-country skis kinda sucks. You get like no control and you end up falling A LOT. Or maybe it's just me. Lol ;)

Also, one down point is that wearing snowpants sucks. Combined together with a coat, they always make me look like a marshmallow. So flattering. 

P.S. Is "lol" a word yet? And what about "funner"? That one should definitely be a word. Just saying.

P.P.S. I was right - I'm still not done my homework :(

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My Love/Hate Relationship with Food

My Love/Hate Relationship with Food

Can anyone else relate to this? Come on, I know it can't only be me.

Happens to me all the time :/ Especially when I'm home alone. It's probably because no one is around to judge, so there's nothing stopping you. Plus I love food. No, you don't get it. I looooove food. Especially sweet food, including my school cafeteria's cookies. Oh, those cookies. They're soft in the middle and a bit crispy/crunchy around the edges, and they're the perfect combination of chewiness, crispiness, and yumminess. Yes, yumminess. If it's not already a word, I just made it one. So there :P

ANYWAY back on topic. I usually end up cleaning out half the cupboard before my parents are home again, and then I'll end up feeling guilty because of all the freaking CALORIES.

Not because I'm on a diet, or that I think I'm fat or anything. I'm not overweight, though I could certainly lose some. I know too much food could get me overweight, and it's not like the food that I feel guilty about eating is healthy. Quite the opposite, really. And damn, I eat a lot of it.

This also happens a lot when I'm (not) doing homework. I'll be sitting at my desk with my pencil in my hand, ready to start my homework - and then I just don't. I'll be like: "Right after one brownie.." And then I'll go down the stairs (hey, at least it's exercise, right?), open the cupboard, take a brownie, and just before I close it the box of cookies will catch my eye, and I'll just be standing there having an internal debate in my head about whether or not to take a cookie too. Then with extraordinary force of will, I'll close the cupboard and walk back upstairs with my brownie. Once I've finished the brownie I'll be thinking "Ok, back to work now." So I'll write one sentence before getting distracted again by the thought of food, and I'll think to myself "How about that cookie now..."

And you get the idea.



P.S. Do you consider the word "damn" a swear word? I don't think it's a good word, but I don't think that it is a swear word either.

P.P.S. I just ate two brownies...

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What I Hate About Holidays

What I Hate About Holidays

As you all know, March Break is coming up really soon. YAY, right? No, not right. Well - kind of right. Sort of. 

Don't get me wrong - I love March Break. How could I not? Sleeping in, little/no homework and staying in your PJs all day long. How awesome is that? But the price of it all certainly isn't. 

Every time there's a holiday, teachers pile up the homework and assignments and make them all due right before the break, because they all say that they don't want to give us homework during the break. I really do appreciate this, but what I do not appreciate is the fact that I now have:

• a chemistry test
• a Careers presentation
• a Careers project with multiple parts
• a 1-page-long poem, single spaced
• a French test
• a French presentation
• a History debate
• a mini-essay for Saturday language school
• some other minor pieces of homework

all due before the break.

Yeah, you read that right. And this doesn't just happen every March Break, it also happens before Christmas Break, the end of the school year and right before report cards are due. Do you know how annoying that is?? It's like the homework is saying "If you wanna get to March Break you're gonna have to get through us first."

But is that really necessary?? I mean, couldn't the teachers spread the assignments out a little more so that we wouldn't have a mountain of assignments to work through? Is that too much to ask for?? It is stressful, and it means that we have to sacrifice even more precious sleep. 

So now I have a ginormous pile on my desk, and it is all the subjects in which I have an assignment due, at the latest, in about 1 week's time. This stack of homework is possible because I'm in IB, which already means a larger-than-normal workload, the teachers love piling everything up last-minute, and to top it all off, I go to a non-semestered school, which means I take all 8 subjects the whole school year. How great for me, right?!

Stupid, stupid school. Stupid, stupid homework. Go and die. 

From the very frustrated and pissed off

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Clever People

Clever People

Today I had a spoken word poetry workshop in English class.And it made me feel stupid. Ugh.

So basically the guest speakers told us to each come up with a "compliment" for ourselves to increase our confidence about speaking in front of people. The general format was "I am so (insert quality here) that (blah blah blah)." 

I had no idea what to do for mine, so in the end I just said a really crappy one. (I`m not going to say it on here because it sucks so much.) But some of the ones that the other people in my class came up with were amazing. Some of the ones that were in reference to math and science were so IB but it was hilarious. Here are a few of the ones that they came up with:

• My pH is so low that I make everybody else look basic.
• I`m so hype that I`m equal to the square root of b squared plus c squared.
• I`m so hardcore that - Just a sec, mom! I`m busy tying on my heelies.

Ok, well, they sounded a lot funnier when they actually said it.

Oh, and my English teacher, who`s really strict and almost always has a serious face on (but is still awesome) pretty much died laughing at the following one:

"I`m so weird that when my brother threw up I literally just stood there for the next 10 minutes and stared at his vomit wondering how much his stomach acid had dissolved the food he ate."

*sigh*, clever people make me feel so... so un-clever.

Maybe this is what they were thinking :/

And now I have to write a single-spaced 1 page long poem on any topic. So not looking forward to presenting it in front of the whole class.

TTYL,

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So. Damn. UNFAIR.

So. Damn. UNFAIR.

Some people aren't really comfortable talking about periods, which is fine, but as for me, I don't really care. It's not like it's inappropriate or anything. But if you aren't comfortable with talking about periods, then you might want to skip this post (which is also a bit of a rant).

(Side Note: Speaking of, I found some really creative and totally unnecessary ways of saying "period":

• "riding the cotton pony" (LOL)
• "having the painters in"
• "the crimson wave"
• "opening the flood gates"
• "the red river"
• "shark week"(the idea behind this one is kind of freaky...)
• "leak week" (totally appropriate for me -_-)
• "on the blob" )

Anyway, back on topic.

The shit we have to deal with when it comes to periods:

• buying/packing pads, tampons, etc.

I don't usually mind buying them, but when you need them and you realize you don't have them, that's when it gets really annoying. This also applies to when you're at school or somewhere else in public, and you go to the wash room to find out that it's that time of month again. And of course, you don't have any pads with you, because your life is just that perfect. So what do you do? You finish up your business in the washroom, and leave. And if you're lucky, you'll have a few backup pads in your locker. If you're not, then go ask for some from a friend. If you're really not lucky, then you're just gonna have to deal with the constant fear of a huge red splotch appearing on the crotch of your jeans for the rest of the day.

So fun.

• FREAKING CRAMPS

You won't understand what these are like unless you get them. They're different from eating too much and your stomach hurting. This feels different, and a lot worse. And all you want to do is just curl up in a ball and cry cuz it hurts so damn much. It looks something like this:

And the whole time you're thinking: 

And of course, you can't roll around in a ball if you're in public. Which, unfortunately, you want to do quite a lot. 

Some people's cramps actually aren't that bad. However, other people get it really bad. Some of them even have to go to the hospital because of it. 

As for me, my cramps aren't so bad that I have to call 911, but mine are still a lot worse than many people's. Seems to run in the family :/ I even fainted once. I would tell the story, but this post is getting long, so I'll tell it some other time.

• waking up in the middle of the night and finding out that there's blood all over the sheets

This happens to me quite often. I'll wake up in the middle of the night when its still dark outside (and inside), and I'll be thinking (cuz I'm still half-asleep), "It's time for school already?" And then I'll realize that there's something wet and sticky sticking to my butt. Then I groan mentally, force myself to get up, take off the sheets, walk to the bathroom, and wash all the bloodstains out of everything by hand. And I can't just leave it until after I've gotten a good night's sleep, cuz by then the blood will have dried and it will be harder to wash the blood out.

All this when everyone else is still sleeping and I really wish I was too.

After everything is washed and I've gotten some new sheets, which usually takes around half an hour, I'll try to go back to sleep. But I can't. Because now I'm fully awake and have to lie in bed for another half hour before I can finally fall asleep again.

Guess who's in a good mood the next morning?

This is actually also a very appropriate description for being in IB.

Not me.

• leaking in public

This one is actually the reason why I'm writing this post. It happened to me today (again).

I was sitting at my desk at my Saturday language school, and the teacher was talking about something no one really cares about. Everything was normal, fine, and dandy.

And then I felt it. It was this warm trickle of liquid slowly sliding down my leg. It didn't take much time for me to realize what it was, but I still sat there for a few more seconds hoping that it was just a figment of my imagination. Obviously, it didn't go away. 

I put my hand up. The teacher took no notice. I put my hand up a little higher - still nothing. By now I was starting to freak out a bit because I knew that the splotch was growing and I wanted to be out of there before someone noticed. So I stood up, walked over to her and politely waited for her to notice me. She didn't. I was like I'M RIGHT OVER HERE CAN YOU NOT SEE ME LIKE WTF finally managed to squeeze in my question to go to the washroom while she wasn't talking, and then she finally looked at me, and said yes.

I basically ran all the way to the washroom and when I got there, voila! There was a patch of blood about the size of my palm (and I have big hands) on my jeans, along with a few smaller ones as well. And I just stared at them, thinking, "What a perfect, f***ing, day." But there wasn't much I could do about it, so I tried to wipe them down a little bit and then I walked back to my classroom. And for the next half hour or so, I had to walk around with a wet spot on my jeans, which is EXTREMELY uncomfortable, while constantly being paranoid that someone would notice the gigantic red spot on my crotch. 

And yes, I was pissed.

So that's my rant. It turned out to be with a bit longer than I originally intended it to be, but oh well.

Moral of the story: girls have to put up with a lot of unfair shit.

And now for some math... *sigh*

TTYL,

     ~Lyn

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CANADA WON!!!

CANADA WON!!!

Did you all see that game?? It was the most intense game EVER. 

So for those of you who don't know, it was Canada vs. U.S.A. in the women's hockey finals. For most of the game the U.S. was in the lead, and by 3rd period, it was 2-0 to the U.S.. Practically my whole school was watching the game and I swear, when Canada scored our second goal in last few minutes of 3rd period, we went crazy screaming and cheering, we were so happy.

At that point another teacher walked into my classroom, said, "In case you didn't know, we tied and now we're into overtime." Then he left and closed the door behind him. Two seconds later, he was back. He pushed the door open, jumped a little, grabbed his jersey, screamed "YEAH!!" and then left again. He's awesome :D

Almost the entire overtime went by without a single goal, but it was such a close game, our eyes were glued to the t.v. screen the whole time. There were so many close shots, and when in those last few seconds, Canada's Marie-Philip Poulin scored on the U.S. net, we went ballistic. My whole class was screaming and jumping and hugging each other, and we could all hear the rest of the school doing the same. The very ceiling was shaking with the jumping of the people on the floor above us. Needless to say, it was a happy, happy time :)

So proud, Team Canada :)

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