I Think I'm Funny.

I screenshot everything on social networking. Here's stuff from the past year that can only be described as "I Think I'm Funny." 

    

  

    

    

    

This wasn't my doing. But it's brilliant.

    

That's my comment. It got that many likes in 24 hours. Wut. 

    

   And this? I'm going to do this next. I still have to block out the names of all the people involved, just because they're not very nice. 

A Boy Happened: Part 2

In honor of it's-been-two-years-since-I-first-talked-to-that-boy, I suppose I ought to give an update on the conditions of the situation. I promise it won't be as long as Part 1.  

Life is so good. 

More than anything, I'm grateful for the experience I had because, although it was painful for a very long time, I've learned so much! Oh my goodness, I can't even imagine what my life would be like if he had stayed. I know that God has a plan for all of us, and sometimes it's hard or we don't understand it, but everything happens to us for a purpose. It's our choice to learn that lesson and see that purpose.

 
I will say that for a very long time I struggled. I knew I wanted to be over with it, but then something would happen, and I would just feel so weak and sad. Understandably, I was an emotional wreck. Everything I knew had changed within a month. They weren't bad changes necessarily, but they were hard to swallow. (I wouldn't recommend swallowing change.) had other struggles in addition to it, and I still do, but now I know how to handle it.

 
I know now that I created my situation. For some reason, my subconscious just wouldn't let go of my sadness and anger. I guess some little part of me held on to those negative emotions. They had fueled me for long enough that I just didn't know much else. That's one thing I haven't quite figured out a reason for yet. However, I do know that if it had even been just a little less difficult for me, I probably wouldn't have learned what I did. I know that I was taken to the edge of my ability to handle it. When that happened, I finally just gave up. I gave up to God. I cried and cried and prayed. I had been so negative for so long that I didn't know if I could really be happy again. But my happiness is not dictated by any other person. That night, that January 7th, I felt so much better. I knew that God knew what He was doing, and I finally had the ability to be happy again. Still, it took awhile.

By March, I felt so much better. I had great friends and mentors by my side, and I thank them so much. I at last felt like I was in control again. In the process of those few months, I had learned so much about myself. I had become so confident, happier, friendlier, and my faith and trust in God were so strengthened.

 

A short time ago I talked to him again. I haven't since that day. He told me he doesn't love me anymore. Even though I really didn't either (how could I?), it really hurt when he told me. But I needed it. I needed it because, even though I had moved on, there were still those memories that tugged at me and made me miss him, that made me sad. Made me want what used to be so readily available to me. Now I'm sure. I know that things are different, and I've accepted that. More than acceptance, I'm thrilled about it. Life is so good. God is so good. He loves me and helps me to be strong. For that, I'm glad my life fell apart. I'm glad that difficult things happened. The experience may have been awful, but the knowledge from the experience is golden. 

Summer Snowcone Shindigs

I had a summer job at a snow shack. 

Here are my adventures. 

July 4: 

First day at work. On a major holiday. Not cool. 

July 6: 

today the parking lot flooded.  Not many people came. So I ate three snow cones. Judge me. I dare you. 

July 11: 

my parents and our two Chinese brothers came to the hut today. They don't like cold things. I wonder how they liked their shaved ice. (Nice going, mom and dad.) 

Also, this  boy walked by and a couple hours later came and ordered two larges with cream and ice cream, and the ice was being difficult. So I was kinda embarrassed, because I tend to get more embarrassed around people my age. Then he told me that he works at one too, so I felt a little better. As he was leaving, he said "I wish I had more money so I could give you a tip." That's okay, nice snow cone boy. It's the thought that counts. 

July 12: 

today ALL THE ICE WAS DUMB. And this lady got all impatient with me, and it was basically closing time, and I had to look at three different ice blocks and open them and let them leak all over everywhere because they weren't frozen, and then I got one that was frozen and it was perfect and I put it on the machine and it was perfectly centered and then I finished her order awesomely. Then four more groups of people came. Ugh. 

*this has happened more than once*

July 22: 

bridezilla. Godzilla + wedding cake + cream. Yeah. I made that up. And it's pretty freaking delicious and it should be a new specialty flavor. Just saying. 

Also, "Keep it": two words I very much like. 

August 1: 

whilst biding my time during a very slow stretch of my shift, I decided to make myself a snow cone.

Alas, it was not bridezilla,  but strawberry cheesecake with cream. Wut. Anyway, I was slowly eating it with the stroon, and I felt a large chunk of ice at the bottom of my cup. Unwilling to have this large ice chunk disturb my later sipping of the sugary frozen water, I thought I would break it up with my stroon. Ha. 

I probably fought with this chunk for five minutes at least (meanwhile nobody stopped by), and thought I had finally broken it up. Nope. So I kept trying. Finally I was so frustrated on account of the monotony of stabbing the unwilling ice chunk with my stroon, that I stabbed really, really hard. 

Right through my cup.

Pink sugary frozen water proceeded to cascade down my legs, as I was sitting on a stool, and into my sandals. I stared, rather flustered, at my legs for about two seconds, and then threw my still half-filled cup into the sink and then sprayed my legs with bleach water. (Sugar water is sticky. Stickier than anything should have business being.) I then wiped my legs with a rag, grateful, as I turned around, that there were no customers lined up behind me at the window to watch this display. 

August 2: 

feeling super gross. 

This guy came and he wanted a flavor we don't even have, and we never have had. And of course he wanted it in an extra large, so I made the extra large. "What flavor?" "Cinnamon." Um, what? Pretty sure that's not even a flavor for shaved ice. It most certainly isn't here. "Well I swear you guys had it awhile ago... Mumble complain blah.." "Sorry. Would you like something else?" "Ummmmmmmmmmmmm. Naw if you guys don't have that one I don't want anything." 

Well thanks dude. Now I have to eat this one or throw it out. 

I threw it out. 

The next guy ordered two larges. 

Banana flavored. He was nice. Kinda old. Old people are usually nice. 

August 3: 

today I almost got killed by a homeless man. Except that's a fib. 

This lady came, and she had long, black, curly hair. She seemingly wasn't a very pleasant person (unfortunately I get that often), and was quite impatient. Her son got some weird concoction, and they left. She came back a couple minutes later and just held out the snow cone. Um, yes? What do you want? So I looked at it and at first I thought she was showing me the cup was broken. Well it wasn't broken when I gave it to you loser. Oh wait. That's a hair. 

The look on her face... Wut. 

But hold on. Guess what this hair looked like. It was long. And black. And curly. And I'm like really, lady, you're getting mad at me (short blonde curly) for the hair in your cup that's obviously yours? But I wasn't gonna say that because, well, reasons, so I just said "I'm so sorry about that. I'll make you another one. Is that okay?" 

Ugh. 

The customer is not always right. 

Also today one of the kid who works at Smith's walked by the shack not once, not twice, not even seven, but eight times. In two hours. Wow. You are so stealthy, I didn't even notice you there. I've been observing him over the past month, though. (It's very regular for the young male workers there to stare at me or hit on me in some way. At first it was weird, but now I expect it.) The first time I saw him, it was during the day when lots of people were there, and he walked through the parking lot to get shopping carts like the little wangster that he is, and he looked completely ridiculous. The next time I saw him he was walking in a nearly empty lot, quite normally. And I thought to myself, don't be insecure. Own that normal walk. Work that pace. It makes me wonder if I walk weird when I feel awkward. Oh wait. I just walk at the speed of sound, like, all the time. 

Oh yeah, and the homeless guy. He came to the window about 8:40 maybe. And he asked me if I could give him some money to buy a pizza next door, cause he was starving. Naturally I felt sad for him, but also a little apprehensive because, well, reasons. So I told him, "Sorry, I wish I could, but the money isn't mine to give." And he said yeah, I understand, thanks, etc. twenty minutes later he came back, and he was complaining that they still refused to give it to him, even if he paid three dollars for it. So he gave me his money and asked me to fill his maverick cup with ice and some flavoring. I felt wayy better about this cause at least he was paying for what I was giving him, you know. So I filled it up, making sure it didn't touch anything in there, cause who knows where it had been. And he said thanks and that it was really good and left. And then I cleaned everything, cause I was a little paranoid. He didn't leave for awhile and I got kinda scared. (This isn't the whole experience, really. It was quite a bit more intense, and I was worried.) eventually he left and I was just really glad cause it was a sketchy situation. 

August 7: 

today I fondly coined my distant admirer "swaggy boy" and laughed for some time about it. I was on a sugar high or something, because I thought I was so funny. 

Also a lady passed out, I believe, on the sidewalk. She was an older woman, maybe 55-60, I would guess, and I saw her kinda roaming the parking lot roughly half an hour previous. Actually her daughter and grandson bought a snow cone from me earlier. Here's how it went. I was cleaning out one of the drawers because it was quite slow the first couple hours. I was just finishing up when I turned around, and there was coming a fire truck and two police cars. They didn't have their sirens on, but the lights were on. So I was looking around trying to figure out what was going on, and I saw this woman lying on the sidewalk. They ended up carrying her away on a gurney, and it was all rather strange. Then her daughter and grandson came to get another snow cone, and I asked her if the lady was okay. That's when I found out that the woman was her mother, and she had fallen and broken her neck some weeks before. Then she was roaming the area all disoriented, and she just fell. It's just weird. I want to know what was going on...

August 10:

Swaggy boy wasn't at work today. It was sad. 

Another homeless man came today, but he wasn't scary. He asked me if 41 would take him to I-80. And I just stood there and was like uhhhhh.... See, I'm really good with directions. Like, so good it's crazy. I can get you pretty much anywhere in the Salt Lake Valley from anywhere in the Salt Lake Valley. (Utah Valley, different story. I hate getting places down there.) Actually I guess that's not true cause I'VE NEVER BEEN ON I-80 IN MY LIFE, and that's where the sad part of the story comes in. I mean, the man is on a bike with a big pack of all his belongings and I'm just like, dude, I do not even know which direction I-80 travels. I could get you to any other highway or Interstate in all of Utah except I-80. So I just kinda thought and I was mentally passing off all the highways and freeways I know. Okay, that's 201.. That's 215.. WHERE IS I-80? I DON'T EVEN. UGH. 

So I had to tell him that I had no idea if 41 would get him there. (I had a feeling that 56 would though.) And he just said thanks and left. I felt bad, cause I really do know my away around awesomely, but he had to ask about the one thing I knew nothing about. 

Guess what I did when I got home that night. 

MOM WHERE IS I-80. TELL ME NOW. 

And guess what. 56 would've gotten him to I-80. Wut. I didn't even know where it was and I could've gotten there. Eventually.  

August 17: 

A lady comes up to me with one of our cups and says, "Hi, I spilled this in my car awhile ago. Can I get another one." 

Backstory: I'm working the 5-10 shift and the girl who was supposed to work before me didn't show up (I could go off about that too). It's a cool day, about 75 probably. I'm the only one who's been here ALL DAY. It's been really slow, and I've only had three customers in three hours. I could pick the three out in a crowd of 100. Backstory finished. 

Thinking quickly, I ask when she bought it, cause it obviously wasn't today. Duh. 

"Um, about half an hour, forty-five minutes ago." 

"I was here, and I've only had two customers today. You aren't one of--" 

"Okay, well do you do refills for a discount or something?" 

NOT FOR YOU, LIAR. ARE YOU DAFT? 

"No." 

"Alright, I'll be back laterrrr.." Whilst she runs off, I think she better not be back later cause I would have to throw something at her. 

Dude. It's two dollars. Are you really that pathetic? 

August 31: 

LAST DAY WOOT. Today I got to close at 9 instead of 10 on account of school starting. The day was crazy. I guess people were taking advantage of the whole snow cone opportunity since it will be gone soon. It was so busy. I hadn't had a day that busy since the 4th of July. And it was even pretty cool outside. Weird. Anyway, I emptied the waste water, mopped the floor, filled the empty buckets, washed the sink, tossed the extra ice, washed everything, emptied the trash, counted the money and everything. 

At 8:59 I closed and locked the door. And as soon as I stepped out, this guy (with his wife and child) asked me if I worked there. 

Yeah. I do. 

Is it closed?

Um yeah the lights are off and everything's locked up and put away. 

Aw man. We wanted to try it. 

Oh well since school started we close at 9 instead of 10. 

It's not even 9! 

(At that point I'm pretty sure it was like three seconds before 9.) 

Sorry, everything is put away. 

Oh well we really wanted to try it. And we're so thirsty. 

I'm really sorry. I think it'll be open on Monday. 

But we want to try it now. I'm so thirsty. 

(THEN GO BUY A BOTTLE OF WATER YOU DUMMY. )

How much is it? a dollar? couldn't you just make one for me to try? 

(It's not about the money. It would literally take me at least half an hour to open everything up and then close it all back again, just to serve you a few ounces of frozen sugar water. Then I wouldn't get home till nearly 10. And we close at nine. Gah.) 

Sorry sir. 

Not really. 

Walked away. Thought he was going to attack me. Good grief. People are crazy. 

I've Done One of These Before...

I've posted similar to this previously.  But this time it's a little longer, and I'm a little smarter. 

My middle/high school experiences, this past year especially, have consisted of a lot of learning. (I'm not done with high school, and I'm certainly not an older experienced person, but this is what I know.) So I figured I would compose a list of the most important things I've learned, somewhat for my benefit, and possibly for the benefit of anyone reading.

 

1. If you think you should say something, you probably should. But I think that if a thought comes to your mind, of something to contribute to a discussion, some advice to give to a friend, etc., that you think you should say, do it. It will probably do some good. Your thoughts turned into words can influence someone greatly. Consequently, they shouldn't be negative words.

 

2. You'll get over it. Yes, you will. Emotional issues are rampant in teenage years, especially in girls. Lucky us. And people will tell you that you should let time pass and see how you feel, cause time heals everything. And you won't believe anyone, because it hurts so badly that you will just never be able to move on. Okay, realistically, time doesn't heal EVERYTHING, but it does heal about 99% of things. Eventually things will stop hurting, and it's usually because you begin to think about them differently. Your thoughts play a very large part in your emotions. But I promise you will get over it. It might take a very long time, but the time will come.

 

3. You should plan ahead. Because when you get to be close to 17, and you only have a couple years left till you have to be a grown up, thinking you're gonna go to a big university and become a doctor and also you want to go on a mission and travel with your best friend... You need money for all that. Lots of it. And when you finally decide all the stuff you want to do, you realize it's a little late to START getting ready for all of that.

 

4. If you're passionate about something, work for its benefit. There's no use in having a zeal for something and letting it go to pot. If you want to save animals, save animals. If you want to bring justice to victims of domestic violence, go ahead. If you want to bring sweaters back in dress code at your school, you can! Being stuck doing something you have no passion for is really unfortunate.

 

5. You can't please everybody. Oh, no, you can't. There's always going to be somebody who is upset with you, or who disagrees with you, or who just doesn't like you. It's gonna happen. But you don't need to worry about that because....

 

6. It won't do you any good to worry about others' opinion of you. I promise. There is no feeling more liberating than finally reaching the point where you can honestly say you don't care what others think of you. Of course, you shouldn't use that as an excuse to be a jerk to everyone you come in contact with, but you shouldn't spend life doing things according to what others will judge you for.

 

7. You should care for people, even if they don't care for you, but you probably shouldn't worry about them. In relation to number 6, worrying won't get you much of anything except lots of unnecessary stress. It's really hard to reach this point, and I still haven't fully. However, I do know I don't like stress. And even if I do worry about things, most of those things (people) are not under my control.

 

8. Fear is a good thing, but you should still do some things you're afraid of. Obviously we feel fear for a reason. If we come across a rhinoceros in our path (although unlikely), we won't run at it, because we know it could hurt us. Fear is kind of just common sense, but it shouldn't rule our thoughts and actions. I'm still trying to figure out how to explain how I feel about this to people. Maybe I'll get back to it later.

 

9. Don't have a "significant other" in high school. Friends are great (until they graduate and then leave you and you're sad, or just go to a different school and you're sad, or you graduate and you're sad). You should probably have a best friend. Really great friends are hard to come by, unfortunately, but I've got some really great friends, and they have made my [school] life 100x better than it ever was when I had a boyfriend. Plus, friends (usually) wont distract you from your school work, but a boyfriend will. Except I distract my friends all the time. Sorry guys. I'll work on that.

 

10. Motivation visits you less and less as your school career progresses. Too bad.. But that just means you have to work harder. It's difficult. Knowledge is such a benefit to you, though, that it's worth almost anything. You don't have to devote your whole existence to your school work. Actually, please don't. I'm not even specifically talking about school work. Just...

 

11. Gain knowledge in all you do. Learn from everything and everyone. You don't need to know the capitols of all 50 states (I know the capitols of all 50 states) or memorize the Declaration of Independence (like 98.3% of the kids at my school). That's not knowledge. That's memorization of facts. Sure, it might come in handy some day, but it won't seriously impact your life. Learn things that impact you personally. Learn things you're passionate about.

 

12. It's good to think about what others think about. No, I'm not contradicting my earlier statement, nor am I saying you should conform. What I am saying is that you should always take into consideration what the other person is thinking or feeling. It'll do you a lot of good to learn to do this, because a lot of people don't.

 

13. Being the bigger person is sometimes just a matter of accepting that people can't always understand each other, so letting things go can be the best option. Walking away from a disagreement isn't usually a sign of weakness, but of intelligence; arguing is pointless.

  14. Happiness is a choice. Period. No questions asked. 

My Stupid Adventures Trying to Become a Stupid Legal Driver in the Stupid State of Stupid Utah. featuring: idiots at the DMV

*written on March 28, 2013*

Okay, so. here we go.

 
Last June I took drivers education. Worst class I've ever taken anywhere ever. I did all my drives, my observations, ranges, assignments, etc. I had my permit already for several months, I basically already had a car... Blah blah blah. So toward the end of July I took my drive test. And I was doing great, feeling awesome about it, hadn't made any mistakes. It was great. But then my driving instructor ended my test before I had done all the maneuvers. He's like, "Well, you can just go to the DMV when you're sixteen and take the test. It only takes, like, twenty minutes."

 
The crap, dude? What did I do wrong? 

I'll tell you what I did wrong.

 
Story within a story time.

 
I was doing my u-turn. I was in the middle lane, chillin, waiting for a clear space so I could turn around. I was facing south at the time, and there were two north-bound lanes of traffic on the road. So I'm waiting in the median, and pretty soon it's all clear EXCEPT for this one guy, but he had his signal on which made it look like he was turning into a subdivision that branched off from the major road. So I'm like, sweet, let's go! Foot off brak--what!" Yeah. He braked me. Apparently he had some sort of ESP where he knew that the dude wasn't actually gonna turn into that subdivision, cause the guy didn't turn and I felt super stupid. I swear Mr Cummings paid the guy to be there and have his signal on just so I would fail. Anyway, they never told us that if the instructor brakes you, it's an automatic fail. They were always like, REMEMBER TO PRACTICE PARALLEL, CAUSE IF YOU HIT THE CONES YOU'RE SCREWED. But they never told us about braking. So I failed my drive test. That was the only thing I did wrong.

 
Anyway, to the present-ish now. At the beginning of March we called the DMV to schedule an appointment for my drive test. The stupid bonehead lady who answered told my mother that it was recorded I had a passing score for my drive test. And I was so excited. Oh my gosh, I couldn't believe it. I didn't actually have to take the stupid test again? What! 
So I'm all excited. And on the 21st we went in to get my license. I walk up to the guy, "hey, I'm here to get my license." Blah blah blah, he was kind of a mega jerk, blah blah, "well, we don't have any record of you taking the drive test." 










What. 










OH MY GONNA KILL BABIES AND STAB BUNNIES AND SWEAR PROFUSELY IN FRONT OF INNOCENT CHILDREN.

 
I mean, are you kidding me right now, Mr. DMV jerk?

 
*shows me the computer screen* "see?" *I can't even see it and I'm pretty sure that if I could I wouldn't understand it anyway*

Okay, find me the idiot who we talked to on the phone and kill her family.

 
So we go to schedule a drive test. Nearest appointment: April 17th. KILL ME. KILL ME KILL ME KILL ME KILL ME FIVE THOUSAND TIMES.

 
When we got home, I went into my room to lie on my bed and stare at the ceiling filled with pure, utter hatred for all of mankind. I made this list...

"What I feel like doing right now: an explicit list.

 
Blowing up a building with ten tons of gasoline stolen from foreign nations, causing hundreds to lose their jobs.

 
Beating to pieces a new $400,000 sports car with a steel baseball bat.

 Finding a disgusting rodent and smashing it with my foot until it squeals in pain and its guts spew out.

Personally stabbing 200 times each person I come in contact with for the next 24 hours.

Stealing the identities of each of those whom I brutally murdered and selling them on the black market for thousands.

Mailing their body parts to their families one by one, day by day, in Tiffany ring boxes.

Driving my illegal, uninsured self to a daycare center in a car bomb.

 
Contracting AIDS, then purposely bleeding all over everyone I find with an open cut." 

Isn't it a beautiful list? 

While I was making this list, mom was downstairs calling, like, every stupid DMV in the western United States to see if we could get an appointment before my permit expired. (I've been 16 for like 20000000 years. And by that I mean almost six months.)

 
The nearest appointment we could get was the 2nd of April, the DAY BEFORE my permit expires. And it's at 9 am, 40 minutes away from my home, on the second official day of my spring break.

 
I hate driving. And my parents are making me drive, like, 12 hours per day until the 2nd of April. I had better pass this stupid test cause if I don't I will literally do all the things on that list and then never try to accomplish anything again in my life.

 
The end.

 

*written on April 2, 2013* 
I don't need a license if I'm dead. 

*written TODAY* 

Okay, well I have my license now. 

TOOK ME THREE TRIES. JUDGE ME. 

When I paralleled the last time, it was the most beautifully-executed parallel park ever. True story. 

I've had it now since April 11th, and I drive like A BAZILLION MILES EVERY DAY. Not really. 

I love my car. 

Yeah. The end.  

Pinterest

 
I am a member of the Pinterest community. 

For the most part, I get on when I'm bored and I usually just look at the funny stuff. Sometimes, though, I see some interesting things that I've liked to try, and I have tried them. 

Crap on Pinterest that works: 

Making your own chalkboard paint in any color. 

The recipe for this any-color chalkboard paint is 1/2 cup any color latex/acrylic paint and 1 tablespoon of nonsanded grout. 
Make sure you mix it well and DO NOT add too much of the grout. It will make it too thick and kind of chunky. The paint lasts as is for several hours, even uncovered. 

Insta-dry nail polish. 

To dry nail polish quickly, spray cooking oil on your nails after painting them. Wait 30-60 seconds and then take it off. Sometimes, depending on the polish quality and brand, you can just wipe it off with a paper towel. But in some other cases, it's better to wash it off with soap and warm water. 

Orange juice and baking soda facial.

One part orange juice concentrate and one part baking soda mixed with a little water. Rub it on with a cotton ball, let it dry 5-8 minutes, and then rinse off with warm water. 
This does work really well, but you need to be completely consistent with it, or it can make you break out. 
It makes your skin really clean and VERY soft.

 

Baking soda and peroxide teeth whitening.

 
I know there are about five billion methods for teeth whitening on the Internet, but this one works AMAZINGLY. It's one teaspoon of baking soda, one teaspoon of hydrogen peroxide, and a bit of your toothpaste. Mix it all together and use it in place of toothpaste. (It isn't as thick as toothpaste, so it's a bit weird at first.) Do this once a week for as many weeks as you need. It works immediately, and it's not as rough on your teeth and gums as the chemical strips.

 

Nutmeg, cinnamon, cocoa, and cornstarch bronzer.

 
Seeing the photos of the girl who originally did this on her blog, I was skeptical, cause she looked terrible with this stuff on. She made it too dark, put too much on.. It was just kinda scary. But I tried it anyway. For this, you start with a little cornstarch and add cinnamon, nutmeg, and cocoa in whatever quantities you want till it's the right color. For me, I hardly used any cocoa, not a lot of nutmeg, and mostly cinnamon. My skin is a yellow tone instead of a pink tone, so the cinnamon was a good thing for me. Getting the right color is a little difficult, but it actually works well. It's not heavy or greasy like other store makeup I've used, and it feels like it's not even on your skin. Bigger plus, it's stuff you have in your house, so it's far cheaper than regular bronzer.  

Crap on Pinterest that doesn't work: 

One-serving cookie.

 
So, this is the one where you make one cookie in a mug or bowl and zap it in the microwave. Yeaahhh.. I've tried this three different times and varied the recipe just to make sure that I couldn't do it any way. Well, it did't work. Not any of the times. The closest was the first time I tried. I used a tablespoon of flour instead of half a cup or something like that, and it was super chewy so it was weird.. So if you can ever get that to work out, let me know.

 

Hanging photos with ribbon on balloons.

 
You know, the thing where you tie the photo to the end of the ribbon, and it's like a hanging photo chandelier. Okay, they did this at my cousin's wedding, and half of them kinda worked and the other half didn't. Maybe it depends on the amount of helium in the balloons or the length of the string or the weight of the photo.. Again, if you figure out how to make it work, let me know.

 

"Painting" a mug.

 
The one where you draw a design or write on a mug and bake in the oven for 30 minutes.. Yeah, that didn't work either. Used a clean mug, put it in for the right time at the right temperature. It started washing off the very first time I washed it.

 

Spot-treating breakouts with aspirin.

 
This.. I don't know, it's a little weird. You smash the aspirin tablet and add water till it's a paste, then put it on the breakout and it's supposed to work "instantly." Well, in my experience, it didn't work at all. Maybe if it's hurting, it would work.. But that's my story with it.

 


And thus is my Pinterest experience.