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 If you are writing an academic essay about St. Patrick’s Day, please do not cite my blog, as it’s not a reputable source.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 😀

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.

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.

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!