My Night Out on St. Patrick’s Day

Hello everyone!

So this past Friday (March 17, 2017) was St. Patrick’s Day, commemorating the arrival of Christianity in Ireland, and celebrating Irish heritage and culture in general…or at least that’s what Wikipedia told me. I could be very mistaken. If you are writing an academic essay about St. Patrick’s Day, please do not cite my blog, as it’s not a reputable source. I’m not even sure if the correct spelling of St. Patrick’s Day is “St. Patrick’s Day” or “Saint Patrick’s Day”.

Anyways, the point of this blog post is not to provide a history lesson on Irish celebrations (or any country’s celebrations for that matter). Instead, I will be reviewing my night out at the Ebar in Guelph, on St. Patricks Day.

Preface

Recently, I made some new friends; this is very exciting as a working adult because I’ve come to realise how much harder it is to make friends once you’re out of university, where there are clubs dedicated to meeting new people and bonding over common interests. My university even had a cheese club…I guess students felt strongly enough about cheese to form a club devoted to it? ANYWAYS, my new friends that I met at the local rock climbing gym, Grand River Rocks, invited me to go to a bar/club in Guelph on Friday evening and I decided what the heck, why not (also, my friend had agreed to be the designated driver so it was super convenient).

Phase 1 of “Operation Party on St. Patrick’s Day“: What to Wear 

Wearing green seems to be the popular choice for St. Patrick’s Day. However, I didn’t wear a green shirt because the one green shirt I own (that is not a spandex shirt intended for athletic pursuits) is pictured below:

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It’s not the most comfortable shirt to wear…

Although I kind of wish I did wear it now…there are very few, if any, opportunities for me to wear this shirt. It’s a long story why I have it. The short version is my coworkers made it for me to wear at a work party.

Anyways, in the end, I went with blue jeans, a gray V-neck t-shirt and green sneakers. I know, I know. I’m quite the fashionista. “Comfortable” is my signature look.

On a similar note, I was really impressed with my friend who decided to wear white pants to the club. She is fearless, just staring danger in the face and laughing. She also probably wasn’t on her period. It’s not ideal to wear white pants while on your period, despite what’s advertised in tampon commercials – you know the ones where a woman on their period is laughing and running along the beach in all white? Periods definitely don’t feel like that. In fact, they feel like the exact opposite.

Phase 2 of “Operation Party on St. Patricks Day”: The Pre-Drink 

We first went to my friend’s partner’s friend’s house for some pre-drinks. My friend’s partner’s friend has these two really cute dogs so I was very distracted for the next hour or so. One beer and countless dog pats later, I was very red, very warm and ready to dance. This is usually not a good sign. I’m an awful dancer. We then piled back into the Jeep, stopped by Twice the Deal Pizza and then went into the Ebar. White pants friend managed to keep her white pants very white, even after eating pizza. We were ready to rumble.

Phase 3 of “Operation Party on St. Patrick’s Day”: The Club/Bar 

I’m not really a big fan of the clubbing atmosphere because it involves being close to a lot of potentially sweaty strangers in a dark, crowded space. However, the club is a very interesting place to people watch and show off my questionable-at-best dance moves.

Sure enough, I spotted that guy. That guy who was hitting on every woman he saw on the dance floor…it was painful and kind of fascinating to watch, like seeing a disaster unfold before your very eyes. I’m guessing he thought the law of averages, which is the “belief that the results of any given event “work out” or “even out” over a set of trials in the short run” (quoted from Urban Dictionary…again don’t quote my blog in your essay) applied. It was cringe-inducing, watching him first hit on a bunch of women, who were NOT interested in men to begin with. Why. Why do guys do this. If you are doing this, please stop doing this.

At one point, he was hitting on two women who were clearly interested in each other, and clearly NOT interested in him. Why you gotta go and try to ruin their chance at true love and/or a one night stand? What kind of thought process is “oh look, these two people are really attracted to each other and having a good time. I’m going to go and interrupt them.” It’s just not a good thought process.

Eventually, he found someone to mash faces with. I averted my eyes at this point because they were really going at it, against a wall. Maybe the law of averages is a real thing?

A few drinks and countless bad dance moves later (my dancing kind of looks like I’m just shaking/wiggling my limbs), we were leaving the club to head back to Kitchener/Waterloo.

Phase 4 of “Operation Party on St. Patrick’s Day”: Heading Back Home 

I almost fell asleep on the car ride back home.

Phase 5 of “Operation Party on St. Patrick’s Day”: Actually Back Home Now 

I actually fell asleep this time. At 3:00 am.

And that was my St. Patrick’s Day in Guelph. I hope you all enjoyed reading about my night! Until next time, dedicated readers 😀

Hands of Friendship Soap

Hi friends!

Another month, another blog post…I know, its a bit delayed, but it’s been hectic, trying to adjust to life as a real adult. Yes, I’m almost a real adult now! After writing (and passing) the CFE (Common Final Examination) to obtain my accounting designation, I have started working full-time as a Tax Specialist at KPMG in Waterloo. Feel free to contact me for your tax needs. Apparently, I’m now using this blog to promote my career, as well as my dating life (still single so help a sister out!)

I say “almost” a real adult because I still don’t quite feel like a real adult, despite having a full-time job and living alone in an apartment that’s not student housing. Also, I don’t own a vacuum cleaner, but  rest assured, my apartment is very clean and neat because I use a broom and dustpan (it was much cheaper than a vacuum cleaner). There’s an overwhelming amount of vacuum cleaner options on the market, and I haven’t gotten around to researching into them because I keep putting it off. Because who on earth wants to research vacuum cleaners. If you have any recommendations and are very happy with your vacuum cleaner though, please let me know. Unless it’s one of those robot vacuum cleaners. Those suck.

Okay, so now that we’re at the end of my tangent about being single, working and not owning a vacuum cleaner, the beauty product I will be reviewing today is the “Hands of Friendship” bar of soap, provided by my fellow beauty blogger, Stephanie Lau.

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Well, we tried…

Smell and taste: It smelled like rainbows and friendship, and a bit like cinnamon. But mostly rainbows and friendship. I did not perform a taste test by licking the soap this time because the last time licked soap, it tasted awful and I have learned my lesson.

Consistency: This is a very “soft” soap (unsure if that’s the official beauty blogging adjective used in this fast-paced industry). It crumbles and dissolves fairly easily so you might go through the soap faster than you usually go through soap. Or maybe not if you go through soap at differing speeds than me – I don’t know your life. But I do know about this bar of soap. Trust me, it’s pretty soft.

Effectiveness: I felt pretty clean after using it in the shower. Unfortunately I don’t have a more scientific method of verifying the effectiveness of soap.

Rating: 11/10 – it would be a bit higher if the soap wasn’t as soft and used up so quickly. But overall, who can complain about free soap representing rainbows, friendship and cinnamon?

Friendship: On the topic of friendship, I’m quite certain that me and Stephanie have breached new levels of friendship over the past few months. Right before writing the CFE, I met her mom (aka Mother Lau) who drove her to the testing centre and walked her in. Mother Lau was a bit concerned about looking like a helicopter parent and embarrassing Steph so I assured Mother Lau that if Steph was embarrassed, we will just pretend that Mother Lau was my mom. Steph wasn’t embarrassed enough though, to resort to such a drastic measure.

After Mother Lau walked us both into the testing centre, she left and went back to her car…to retrieve an iPad and take a picture of us in the testing centre, as shown below.

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We wrote our three day test above skating rinks. One part of the room kept hearing the same music playing on repeat because figure skaters (or synchronized skaters?) kept practicing the same routine.

So now I’m on a whole new friendship level with Steph and Mother Lau as my photo is now stored on Mother Lau’s iPad. But to be clear, I added the heart in – it was not Mother Lau’s doing.

And that….is a good summary of my life at the moment combined with commentary on some friendship soap and my blossoming relationship with the Lau family. Thank you for bearing with me, as I get my ducks in a row and work on writing and posting more frequently.

Goodnight!

The Week at Scott’s House

Hello friends!

Continuing from my last blog post, this entry will be a review of my week spent studying at Scott’s parents’ abode for the CFE. I drove back and forth from my parents’ abode to Scott’s parents’ abode for the week so I can’t review the sleeping quarters. However, I will be reviewing other important quarters instead.

The dining room, aka the studying quarters: We spent at least half the day studying in the dining room (on some days, we went to the library after lunch). The dining room table was quite spacious. There was also this big plastic cover on the table because apparently someone is very spill-prone in Scott’s house (unsure if it’s Scott himself or someone else…to be confirmed…). Also, I don’t recall much dining actually happening on the dining room table.

The kitchen, aka the eating quarters: The kitchen got renovated recently. Unfortunately I don’t have a picture of it but just trust me, it’s very nice.

The cat: Cambria is the largest housecat I have ever seen.

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Thank you Scott for doing a photo-opp with your extremely large cat for me.

Apparently Claudia (fourth member of our CFE study squad) is very allergic to cats, with Cambria being no exception. She went through a giant pile of tissues every day. Scott took the initiative to move the compost bin from the kitchen to beside Claudia because there was a tissue overflow on the large dining room table. The table was spacious, but not spacious enough for the four of us with our laptops, water bottles, papers and Claudia’s mountain of used tissues.

The food: One day for lunch, we ate delicious pulled pork that Scott’s brother brought home from somewhere. We also had a BBQ night. But best of all, Scott’s mother is a baker (she’s also a very nice lady) and she baked these delicious chocolate brownies for us. They were 12/10, top notch. Would consume again.

The Scott: Scott is a big fan of metal music, going to concerts, and bagels without any spread on them. Scott has now reached a milestone of going to 100 concerts (the last concert being the “Big 4 Battle of the Bands” put on by the Big 4 accounting firms – yes, we will count that one).

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Scott, very excited about concert #100 and me supporting him, with a “Like”. Featured picture: a bunch of angsty accountants forming a band?

As much as Scott loves concerts, he’s even more serious about his bagels. He brought vacuum sealed bags of bagels into the CFE. Vacuum sealed bags. Of Bagels. Vacuum. Sealed. Bagels.

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Scott was ready to rock the CFE with his vacuum sealed bags of plain bagels. With a strict rule of only one bagel per vacuum sealed bag.

The CFE squad: On our last day of studying together, we decided to take some group photos. It only took us about four tries before we finally found ideal lighting in Scott’s backyard (we were very tired at this point, after studying accounting standards for six weeks so this seemingly simple task did not seem so simple at the time). Only the nice group picture has been posted here because I have the free trial of WordPress and there is a space limit to pictures I can post. Also in the other pictures, we are all blinded by the sun and they just aren’t as flattering. We want to uphold our reputation as smart and attractive accountants, not smart and squinty-eyed accountants, or smart and blinded-by-the-sun accountants.

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A bunch of smart and attractive accountants that aren’t squinting or blinded by the sun. From left to right: Claudia, Mike, me, and Scott (wearing his usual all black attire: black hoodie featuring a metal band and black jeans)

Overall review: 5/5, Scott’s house was ideal for studying. Would eat the brownies again.

The Week at Mike’s House

Dear readers,

I’m very sorry for this delayed post. I didn’t forget about you, I promise! For the past few months, I’ve been studying for a professional accounting exam to become a CPA and traveling to celebrate being done school! The first part of that sentence was probably very boring to read. But definitely not as boring as reading through pages and pages of accounting standards. On the bright side, if you run an ostrich farm, I can prepare the financial statements for you under two different accounting standards!

So my study group of four people took turns staying at each other’s parents’ abodes for a few weeks. This post will be a review of my week-long stay at Mike’s parents’ abode.

The sleeping quarters: I slept in what I believe to be Mike’s sister’s old room for the week. It was comfortable for the week and I didn’t roll off the bed once. It was also right beside the bathroom so super convenient for bathroom needs.

The bathroom: It was nice. It was a bathroom.

The food: Food consisted of eggs, spinach, cereal, pasta, hamburgers, food from Starbucks (courtesy of Mike’s brother, who brought back food for us as he works there), samosas (courtesy of Mike’s sister, who brought back extra samosas from…work?) and beer. So lots of white people food, minus the samosa. Mike was an excellent chef. I felt bad for him though because whenever Claudia couldn’t finish anything, Mike ate it to avoid wasting it. Mike appears to be both Claudia’s boyfriend and compost receptacle. Mike would then comment on how fat he was going to get if that continued. It’s probably continuing now as you read this (Mike I’m not calling you fat if you are reading this, or even if you aren’t reading this).

The pool: Mike has a bomb-ass pool. Pool games that we played include Colours (Mike was the best at colours with me being second and Claudia not really knowing how to play), Pool Rocket Hockey (We tried throwing this rubber torpedo-shaped toy underwater into the designated goal area on the opponents side while the opponent stood in front of the goal area), and Throwing Claudia Into the Water. Claudia did not enjoy Throwing Claudia Into the Water. It was her least favourite game.

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Sexy and I know it.

PHOEBE!!!!!!!!!!! My favourite roommate at the Blake household was Phoebe.

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Looking real excited to see me, on her dog bed.

Phoebe is a mix of German shepherd, border collie, and other breeds that you will have to ask Mike about for more specific details. She’s a pretty old dog with arthritis so she doesn’t really play anymore (Mike warned me about this beforehand to ensure I wasn’t totally devastated once I arrived). I gave her frequent pats and rubbed her floppy ears but Phoebe didn’t seem as enthusiastic about this as I did. In fact, she didn’t really seem to enjoy the pats; I think she only let me pat her because it gave me so much joy. Claudia tried showing adult Phoebe a picture of herself as a puppy but adult Phoebe was also extremely uninterested in herself as a puppy. She was not a very excitable dog.

Overall review

5/5, would stay again.

P.S. Please do not contact me to prepare financial statements for your ostrich farm. That earlier offer was made in jest.

Nicki Minaj and Beach Bodies

So it’s currently summer time in Southern Ontario, which means you’re ready to show off your beach body while listening to Nicki Minaj sing about going to the beach and being financially irresponsible, by blowing all her money and not giving two shits. Don’t do the latter – pay your rent and and don’t spend all your money today, even if it is pay-day. Pay off your loans, contribute to your TFSA and put a little away for that trip you want to take! (I have this unhealthy urge to provide everyone with unsolicited financial advice, so please, indulge me and at least consider some of this advice before your eyes roll out of your head).

Why don’t pop artists ever sing about financial responsibility and how to save properly for the future? I have even taken the liberty to suggest modified lyrics to Starships, as shown below (this was really stretching my artistic capabilities):

Let’s go to the beach, each
Let’s go and save, save
They say, max out your TFSA?
Have a drink, clink, found the bud light
Financially responsible young adults like me, is hard to come by
The Patrón, own, let’s go get it on
The zone, own, yes I’m in the zone
Is it two, three, leave a good tip
I’ma save all my money, compound interest is the shit.

At this point, you might be thinking “Dear Lord, what did I just read. And what if I don’t have a beach body, Lucy?  Is this entire post going to be a lecture on financial responsibility?” Have no fear, my dear reader, as all of these questions will be answered shortly. I went to Elora Quarry today (a beach about 30 mins north of Waterloo), and have decided to pass on the nuggets of wisdom I have accumulated from this trip, onto you! All of the advice from this point onward relates to the beach and not to your TFSA (please contact me separately for advice regarding your TFSA).

Step 1: Pack enough towels

We did not pack enough towels. I would recommend bringing two towels per person ( (one to sit on, and one to dry yourself with). We brought 3.5 towels for 5 people (the little towel below being the 1/2 of a towel due to its size), although only two of us went into the water so it was (somewhat) manageable.

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We just don’t own a lot of towels, as a group. 1.5/3.5 towels shown above….unsure if the little towel is someone’s hand towel from their bathroom.

Step 2: Pack snacks and water (and other things) 

I was the trip mom, supplying an extra towel, sunscreen, and snacks for my friends. Snacks and water are essential. Relatedly, I would also recommend hand sanitiser so you can clean your hands before eating the snacks. We obviously neglected to pack this, so learn from our foolish mistakes.

Other things to pack (that we didn’t pack because we don’t actually own any of these things) include lawn chairs, floaties, and a mini grill. Basically, bring the luxuries you experience at home, such as being able to sit comfortably in an upright position while eating hot food, to the beach. Everyone around you will become very envious at how well prepared you are. They will exclaim, “Holy moly, look at how well prepared that group is. It’s like they moved their entire house to the beach!” And you can respond with “Oh thanks! We’re so well prepared because we read this blog about how to have a successful beach day, called ‘Lucy Blogs About Beauty’. You should check her out!”

On that note, we were actually quite envious of the group beside us because they had a barbecue and cooked hamburgers on it! We contemplated flirting with them to obtain hamburgers, but we didn’t end up flirting with them or obtaining hamburgers. I mean, if we did, we probably would’ve cleared out their entire hamburger inventory, with our smoldering good looks and muscular muscles. At one point actually, when we were all sitting on our towels, my friends kept flexing their muscles and asking me to do the same. This happened last night as well when we were playing Drunken Towers (basically, Jenga turned into a drinking game). I’m nervous that this is going to become a social trend. First there was planking, then dabbing, and now flexing.

Step 3: Obtain beach body

You’re probably thinking now, “Ahh finally, onto the good stuff! She’s stopped telling us the obvious shit, like bring towels!” Fortunately, it’s pretty easy to obtain a beach body. You simply bring your body to the beach, resulting in you having a beach body! If you’re still a bit confused about this, here’s an illustration:

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That’s a floatie around your beach body, for optimal relaxation.

Step 4: Let your friends treat you to a spa day, at the beach

My friends decided to turn the beach into a spa. I was their one and only customer.

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My beach body being exfoliated by my friend Giselle, who repeatedly yelled “STOP MOVING!” It certainly did not feel very relaxing.

Side note: My friend Giselle really wanted to be included in a blog post so without further ado, here is a collage that I made, of Giselle.

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Giselle, please don’t kill me upon seeing this. I didn’t choose the most embarrassing pictures of you.

Anyways, going back to the spa treatment now…it’s facial time!

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Claudia did not want her face or belly button to be exposed.

The above picture was taken after I received my facial from Claudia. She poked me in the face several times, at what she claimed to be various pressure points. However, I have some serious doubts about Claudia’s knowledge in pressure points. Also, my neck and chin have apparently merged into one (it’s a new look that I’m trying).

Step 5: Bid farewell to the beach and eat burgers 

After staying for a few hours, we were feeling pretty tired. We drove back to Waterloo and ate burgers. It was a great end to a beach day.

That’s it for today, thanks for reading, friends! I hope you found this post amusing and informative.

 

 

 

 

A Day in the Life of a (Satirical) Beauty Blogger

Hello readers!

I’ve decided to do something a little different with this post…instead of reviewing unique beauty products that I have acquired from friends, such as wax ears, I will be writing about a day in the life of a beauty blogger! The special day I am writing about is Sunday, July 24th, 2016, to be precise.

Morning: Wake up in the morning, feeling like P-Diddy  quite groggy, around 9:00 am. My parents came up to visit me for half the day (with groceries!), so I had to set an alarm, because I was afraid I would over-sleep otherwise.  Brushed my teeth, used the toilet, ate breakfast, changed out of my pajamas and did other typical morning things.

Late Lunch (~2:30 pm): I ate udon noodles with a Chinese vegetable that I don’t know the name of in English. It’s a leafy green vegetable with some purple on it (someone help a sister out please?). My parents then left Waterloo, to drive back home while I continued eating noodles. I’m pretty sure I ate a croissant after the noodles as well because of how late this lunch was.

Afternoon: Spent a few hours in the afternoon writing a take home, international tax exam. I submitted it later that night because at that point, I had spent about 12 hours on it over the past three days, was ready to be done with it. After reading the past three paragraphs, I have come to the realization that my life isn’t incredibly exciting. You have probably also come to the very same realization.

Evening: Ah now onto the exciting part of the day! My friend, Stephanie Lau, had a free Menchies coupon that entitled her to one, free small bowl of frozen yogurt and assorted toppings. So we went HAM and piled up the small bowl. To make an informed froyo decision, I had to sample all of the flavours at Menchies, but almost every time I tried using the sample cup (probably about the size of the top half of your thumb but a bit wider…those tiny paper cups you make jello shots in), way too much froyo would come out of the machine and it would be a froyo mess. One of the many trials and tribulations of getting frozen yogurt at Menchies. And this was only Part I of the great froyo struggle. 

Part II of the great froyo struggle: Steph and I like different flavours of froyo. I like the fruity flavours at Menchies, while Steph enjoys weird shit like “tart” (seriously, what the hell is tart). We had to segregate these flavours in the bowl, which apparently became a two-person job. One of us pulled down on the lever that dispensed the froyo while the other was in charge of bowl rotation. Once we got this sorted out, we put on a whole variety of tasty toppings from strawberries to a Nanaimo bar. I think if we tried putting on anything else, it would have just fallen out of the bowl…

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Free frozen yogurt has never tasted so good (although this was the first time I ate free froyo though, so not much of a comparison can be made…)

Nighttime: Once we finished the frozen yogurt, we walked back to Steph’s apartment for some serious nail art action. She painted corgis on my nails!!!!! But later that evening, despite my best efforts, I managed to smudge two corgis 😦

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Still considering hand-modeling. The pinky and thumb have a paw-print design on them while the rest of them are corgi faces! 

Then I got really giddy (maybe it was because of all the blue raspberry froyo I ate) and insisted on trying to do Steph’s makeup. She was not impressed.

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Lipstick is hard to put on other people. I swear I can put it on my own face perfectly fine. 

Not shown above (unfortunately): I was using Steph’s eyebrow pencil. She already has eyebrows so I tried giving her a unibrow because I didn’t know what else to do. And about 1/3 of the way in, Steph realised what I was doing, recoiled in fear and did not let me finish. She got a little upset, so I asked, “what about a mustache?” You can probably guess what her answer was.

Before leaving, I got to choose between two soaps to take back home with me (Steph also told me to take an eyebrow pencil but I politely informed her that I already had eyebrows). It took me ten minutes to decide between these two scents: energizing lime or strawberry vanilla. So did I want to smell like a Mojito or strawberry shortcake?  I wanted to smell like a Mojito. But it was not an easy decision. It took an entire ten minutes to decide because I am very indecisive.

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I kept unscrewing the caps to smell them. 

Sleep: After choosing between the two soaps, I walked back to my apartment, showered, brushed my teeth, flossed (dental hygiene is very important and I take pride in the fact that I floss daily),  and went to bed.

And that wraps up my day! The first half really was not relevant to being a beauty blogger at all…in fact, if you are serious about beauty blogging, I advise against taking International Tax (ACC 610) as it was a huge time suck and a poorly organized course. And it contained no helpful tips about beauty blogging whatsoever. But do make time to see your parents, even if you are busy with beauty blogging. Especially if they bring you groceries.

So despite my current beauty blogging success, I still lead a pretty normal student life. After all, I’m no hero. I put my bra on, one boob at a time, like everyone else.

Wax Ears That Do Not Function as Soap

Hello everyone!

This week, I will be reviewing wax ears (literally, wax in the shape of ears), that I tried using as soap.

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Pretty ear-like, if I do say so myself.

The story behind why I have wax ears in the first place:

My roommate, Matt, has a friend who pays $20 CAD on a monthly basis, to receive boxes of random, miscellaneous items. I’m not sure what company this is from specifically, and I think Matt is playing video games with his cousin so I don’t want to interrupt. He’s a very busy man. Why anyone would want to pay $20 to receive random, useless crap, is beyond me, but to each their own. Anyways, one of the miscellaneous items happened to be a necklace of wax ears. Matt’s friend gave him the necklace and Matt randomly showed it to me one day when we were hanging out in the apartment.

At first, Matt said that the ears are actually supposed to be soap, but he feels weird using wax ears to cleanse himself. So I decided to test it out for myself, and used the ears to wash my hands. That turned out to be a mistake. It smelled really strange (kind of like earwax?) and my hands did not feel any cleaner. If anything, they felt less clean afterwards.

When I told Matt about this unpleasant experience, his response was “oh, maybe they aren’t soap then. I don’t know.”

I am confirming that these wax ears are indeed, not soap. They are just wax ears.

I have no idea what to do with the wax ears. Maybe wear them around as a fashion accessory? See below for wax ear glamour shots.

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Yes ladies, he is single.

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Who wore it better? Wax ears edition.

Rating: As soap, this product deserves a negative rating. -14/10. In fact, it probably did the exact opposite as what soap is actually supposed to do and this is coming from a soap expert, based on my prior blog posts. On the other hand, they are a solid 10/10, for being wax ears.  And a 4/10 for being a fashion accessory…but I’m not very fashionable, so what do I know. They might actually be a 12/10 and featured in this year’s New York Fashion Week (pictures from last year’s New York Fashion Week shown below, with some artistic liberties/much needed improvements).

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Aha I knew something was missing from his outfit.

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It looks like he slathered lotion onto himself before leaving for work in the morning and forgot to do everything else. Like put on pants. I don’t get fashion.

Photos taken from a BBC article. Photos altered by me, using MS Paint.

My Recommendation: I really don’t know why anyone would want to own a necklace of wax ears.

I tried thinking of some sort of conclusion for this blog post, but it’s 11:23 pm and I am very tired. So this will do. Thanks for reading everyone!

 

 

Peeling Face Mask and Eyebrow-Induced Panic

A few weeks ago, I tried a peeling face mask for the first time. And made sure to take picture AND video footage of this monumental (and fear inducing) event (y’all are in for a TREAT). More on the fear inducing part below, to keep you hooked.

The face mask I tried was the Passion Peel Off by 7th Heaven, as shown in the picture below (top packet). The other packet in the picture below is 7th Heaven’s Cucumber Peel Off mask, which Lil’ Stephanie Lau used. This post will only comment on the Passion Peel.

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Also featured in this picture: my pajama pants.

I even followed the rigorous five step process at the back of the packet, but I somehow only managed to take a picture of steps 3 to 5. Step 1 was “Rinse face” and step 2 was “Apply mask”, based on my somewhat reliable memory and the photos and videos I have, documenting this journey. This post is a bit longer because of the intense and intricate documentation of the five-step process.

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Ah perhaps not my best photo taken…Not sure why half of it is cut off.

Step 1: Rinse face 

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I can’t remember why I’m wearing that angel headband. Just bear with me and roll with it.

Step 2: Apply mask (and hope your eyebrows don’t peel off)

Apparently you’re not suppose to put peeling masks on your eyebrows. I learned this right after putting the peeling mask on my eyebrows. And then panicked because I thought my eyebrows were going to peel off. I had an important interview the next day and the possibility of losing your already barely-existent eyebrows is much scarier, the day before an interview. But it’s really not ideal on any day. I was actually prepared to barter with the eyebrow gods, and plead “so can I have my eyebrows tomorrow for the interview, in exchange for going eyebrow-less for three consecutive post-interview days?”

Anyways, the lesson learned and divulged here: DO NOT APPLY FACE MASK ON EYEBROWS!

Stephanie did offer though to come over every morning and draw eyebrows on me until they grew back though so I could have had drawn-on eyebrows for a few weeks…or however long it takes for eyebrows to grow back.

*insert video here*

So I realised while writing this post, that I can’t actually upload any videos because I have the free version of WordPress (what kind of pissing tree is this?!) But here’s a summary of the video I was going to upload: I spread the face mask over my face in a thick-ish layer, the mask didn’t really smell like Passion Fruit, and I panicked about my eyebrows.

Step 3: Relax 

It was hard to relax for an entire 25 minutes because my entire face felt tight (like it had been working out), and I was afraid my eyebrows would peel off. Nonetheless, I trudged through the unbearable 25 minutes and managed to take a few selfies while at it.

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Looking real relaxed with Lil’ Stephers (on the right). The few selfies we took just looked like blurry variations of this one. 

Here are some other comments and thoughts I had during this time:

  • It feels cold, is this normal?
  • My face feels like its solidifying
  • Can I eat during this time?

Step 4: Peel 

This felt really liberating.

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Passion fruit is the pink one, and cucumber is the green one. 

Step 5: Relax 

Phew eyebrows still on face.

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You can’t buy swag. But apparently you can buy wax ears (more to come on these in a future post). 

That was probably a roller coaster of emotion for everyone, reading about this journey. And if it wasn’t, just be glad your eyebrows are still on your face and you didn’t have any reason to think otherwise.

My roommate Tori (you can find out more about her in the prior blog post), even conducted a post-peel interview.

Tori: How does it smell like?

Me: It smells like machinery, kinda chemically.

Tori: What emotions does it evoke?

Me: Fear and worry for my eyebrows.

Tori: How often do you see yourself doing this?

Me: Not very often.

Final thought: I’m not sure if it helped or not. I didn’t feel a lot of changes after this one mask. Apparently face masks are supposed to”help hydrate skin, remove excess oils and help improve the appearance of your pores. They’re also an excellent way to help pull out impurities.” – Google search of “purpose of a face mask”. Well, I’m sure at least one of those objectives was achieved with this face mask (but unsure about which one). The face mask felt strange. Kind of cool, but strange. Not sure if I would do this again. But you know what they say (or at least what Miley Cyrus Justin Bieber says: Never say Never. 

Yeah…I thought the song was actually written and sang by Miley Cyrus but a quick Google search sure proved me wrong.

Till next post, friends! Thanks for reading today!

 

 

 

Mystery Cologne/Perfume and Giveaway!

Hello readers!

Exciting news: I will be doing a mystery cologne/perfume giveaway with this blog post, as described in the title, “Mystery Cologne/Perfume an Giveaway”.

You are probably wondering now…

“why is this cologne/perfume a mystery?” – to be discussed below.

“is this another beauty product that required a lick test?” – no, not this time…can’t fool me twice.

“is Lucy still single?” – yes, very much so.

The mystery behind the Mountain Air fragrance from Demeter is that it doesn’t really smell like mountain air.

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I gathered a panel of experts, and asked them for their opinion but we couldn’t reach a consensus. Here’s some background info on the panelists I have carefully selected:

Lucy Y: a babe magnet. Sometimes drools in her sleep. Currently upset that her watch ran out of batteries. Has yet to replace the batteries.

Tori G: Matt’s friend and ex-roommate (more on Matt below) who comes to visit every so often. Can be seen buried under a mound of pillows and covers, while reading or napping on our couch during various weekends. Common conversation topics with Tori include whether she can get away with not wearing a bra in public without anyone noticing (usually no), and Caffrey, our favourite hamster. Tori also brought me and Matt a free tub of sherbet!

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This deserved its own (very blurry, dark and poorly taken) photo.

Stephanie L: beauty expert and my peer review partner for mock accounting exams. Interests include Charles (her bae), Charles’s butt (also one of my interests), and daily two-hour naps. Steph has a rigorous, potentially unparalleled, napping regime.

Lisa H: she refused to give me a description of her interests, on the basis that we’ve been friends for five years. Wears a lot of black. Likes to eat pizza. Has flat feet.

Matt L: my roommate. Diet consists of Soylent and protein powder, spinach, chicken breast seasoned with Montreal style spice, Greek yogurt, and popcorn. Can be found lifting heavy things at the gym, coding or playing computer games. Other interests include girls, the Office and frisbees. Spotted in his natural environment wearing plaid pajama pants and a t-shirt, or plaid pajama pants and no shirt. Has a habit of leaving his alcohol at various people’s apartments when we go out to socialize.

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The panel of experts, from left to right: Lisa H, Steph L, Tori G and a plush turtle, and Matt L (in his usual attire, consisting of band t-shirt and pajama pants)

And here are our thoughts on Mountain Air, from Demeter:

Lucy Y: kind of like outdoors. But musky.

Tori G: Hmm….flowers and laundry detergent.

Steph L: It used to smell bad [in her first smell test], but now it smells clean [second smell test].

Lisa H: Eww, that’s what smells so bad around here. It smells like a sweaty man.

Matt G:  …I don’t know. *looks at label*. Smells like Mountain Air.

So there you have it. Our collective recommendation is if you want to smell like a sweaty man who does his laundry regularly, and also spends a lot of time outdoors tending to flowers in the mountains, the Mountain Air fragrance from Demeter is for you!

Now for the give-away part. The first person who likes this post, comments on this post indicating they would like to receive the cologne/perfume and is able to meet me in Waterloo can receive the 1.0 fl oz (30 ml), almost completely full container of Mountain Air for free! I usually don’t wear scents, and when I do, I prefer to smell like warm cotton. Clean laundry is my favourite scent 🙂

*edit: after reading this blog post, Matt gave me an ultimatum and said “it’s either Charles’s butt or my butt. You have to decide.” More to come on my decision in future blog posts.*

 

Handmade Soap and Heartbreak

Hello readers!

Sorry for the delay in blog post – it’s been a busy week/two weeks with school, and I had to recover over the recent heartbreak I experienced (more on this below).

Today’s special product to be reviewed, is soap from Lush: 

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My photography skills have really progressed throughout my last four posts.

I’d like to spend a moment here, bragging about how special this soap is because my dear friend, Stephanie Lau, hand-made this soap when she went on a tour of the Lush factory. (Maybe she’s trying to send me a hint. She has been supplying me with a lot of personal hygiene items lately…)

Okay, now onto the product itself, before this post turns into a review of my friendship with Stephanie (10/10, she’s great).

Ingredients: It’s made out of fruit juice! And other normal soap ingredients! Look at those rainbow-coloured stripes!

Smell: Kind of like waxy fruit candy (Jolly Ranchers? Life Savers?)

Taste: It does NOT taste like candy at all. It just taste like wax. I’m not exactly sure what possessed me to test this by licking it, especially in a classroom of 30 people, but I am now passing on this very valuable lesson to you: do not lick your soap. No matter how good it smells. I see you reaching for your soap now. Just don’t do it.

Effectiveness: I used the washroom, and then I used this soap. My hands felt pretty clean after. I am confident it worked.

Rating: 12/10 because Stephanie made it for me.

Okay, the last point brings me to the heartbreak I recently experienced. I was overjoyed at this gift Stephanie bestowed upon me during our Accounting 610 – Professional Accounting Practice class (if you’re bored from reading those last six words, imagine how my entire class feels, but for three hours every week), so I took the next logical step and proposed to her. It was very romantic. There were even flowers involved. And a cute animal. And my good looks and charm (a winning combination that normal people have great difficulty resisting). In fact, I even saved a picture of the magical moment, for your viewing pleasure!

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Note the flowers that the panda is holding.

Ouch. I guess she’s not as serious as I am, going from a completely platonic friendship to marriage.

….So yes, I am still single and still looking for a rich suitor, or for you to take me out to dinner (or lunch because that’s a more economical option and I’m all about saving money). I’m not a picky eater. You can even choose the place!

Wellp, that’s it for this post – stay tuned for next week! I may blog about the latte art I recently made (a bit off topic for this blog, but I think it’s something you will all enjoy), or blog about some strange smelling perfume/cologne. If you want to read about one of those topics, comment below and tell me which one!

(Also, I feel like my blog is slowly turning into my Tinder account. But with significantly fewer matches.)

*Edit: Steph didn’t actually make the soap. She saw factory workers make it. I’m less impressed now.