YOUR New Year’s Resolutions

I’ve made my resolutions, now it’s time for me to help you make yours!

These, of course, are suggestions that you can take or leave but if you’re looking for inspiration or confirmation, this is it.

  1. Find a type of exercise you actually love. Story time: my mother is one of those people that wanted to do something about her current fitness level and tried to sign up for gym memberships and even beginner volleyball classes but nothing stuck and all motivation would peter out quickly. Just 3 months ago, she signed up for some aquafit classes at the local YMCA because she heard it was good for your back and she’s been going around 3 times a week since then! She’s become one of those people that complains when she had to miss a class! So you CAN get fit or lose those pounds, you just need to find your method! The gym is not for everyone, it might be competition or environment that gives you a reason to keep coming back to it.
  2. Read one book per month. Reading is something that people feel like they don’t have time for but books are, in my opinion, a great part of life and important to expand your imagination. So by setting aside your commute to listen to audiobooks or before bed to read a chapter or two, it is definitely plausible to get through at least one book each moon cycle. Definitely try to get a diverse selection from fantasy to non-fiction because the world is huge and there’s no telling what you might learn.
  3. Invest in friendships. You have no idea how important this is. It’s so easy to let great people slip out of your lives or to not initiate getting to really know someone because you already have your family to talk to. Coffee dates are easy to plan, letter writing is not dead and potlucks are really fun. You don’t have to become a social butterfly but do hold on to the friends you have and make sure they know that they are important to you! That isn’t done enough in my opinion.
  4. Create. Totally open-ended, totally depends on what you enjoy and what you’d love to try. I believe we all have something inside of us that needs to create things whether it be an elegant computer code, your very first knitted scarf or a story. I’m sure there’s something that you’re passionate about and if you’re passionate about it you will totally be able to make the time for it in this coming year!

These are my tips to making your year a success (hopefully), let me know what you would have added to the list or what you’re taking from mine!

Dinner Conversation

Mom: My work is going to be doing some realigning.

Sister: Oh! Are they going to rearrange the cubicles and sort everyone by hair colour so that when you look at it from the top, it’s a picture of your CEO?

Mom: No……………….

I really love my family.

An Ode To THOSE Toilet Paper Dispensers

FYI, if you came here expecting poetry and prose, you will be sad, but I bring you sarcasm and run on sentences, which may or may not be better.

On to the story.

So you’re in a public place and you need to pee so naturally you find a washroom. We’re not going to go into every detail

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but at some point you gotta get your pants out of the way. The thing is, I keep my phone in my back pocket and that’s not a good location for it when it’s so near to water, right?

The logical thing to do in this instance is take it out and put it on the nearest available surface: the toilet paper dispenser. They come in all shapes and sizes, there’s the big round ones, there’s the smaller slanted ones and then, there’s those ones. The ones with a flat top.

Do you know how annoying it is to have to balance a phone on something circular or to have to keep an eye on it while it slowly slides closer to the edge? A lot of you probably do so you also know how wonderful it is to get a flat-topped lid.

You can pee in confidence and without worry about your phone!

It’s the little things in life, isn’t it.

Card Holes

Funny side anecdote to the main anecdote to come: this was on my masterlist of ideas to write about as “holes in cards” and no other details which made sense at the time but then it was christmas season so past me thought even more past me was talking about christmas cards and nothing made sense anymore but now it is past that time of the year and present me figured it out.

Now for what you clicked here for.

casinocardsThe cards in question are playing cards, specifically discarded cards from casinos. I was at camp for a reunion with a bunch of friends and we played crazy 8 countdown about a billion times. The deck of cards had a little hole punched through the centre of each card. I knew exactly why this was a thing because my teacher told me in data management and probability in grade 12 but no one else knew and literally everyone that joined in or watched for a few seconds asked about the holes. So I got to do a lot of explaining that afternoon!!

I guess it’s not weird that nobody knew, it just never crossed my mind that they wouldn’t know. So to all 0.056 of you wondering, it’s to prevent any sort of cheating. Once a deck of cards is used, the casinos will usually get rid of them and the holes in the middle (and sometimes a corner being cut off) is how they know what has been used and what hasn’t. It’s a totally possibly thing for players to mark certain cards so that they have some advantage if that card comes up again in another round!

I think it’s kind of really wasteful but at least they let people have them (or do the casinos sell them??) after they’re done using them.

A Dream Realized

I can’t believe this actually happened.

So I don’t know how in depth I’m going to go into this story because the little details are sort of personal but the actual point of the story isn’t and I think it’s pretty nifty so y’all are going to hear about it.

It all started after camp 3 or 4 summers ago when one of my friends and I were exchanging snail mail with each other. I didn’t have facebook or a phone at the time and he still wanted to keep in contact post camp adventure so we did the thing and wrote actual letters that we put in the mailbox and it took like a week for it to arrive. You don’t know how amazing instantaneous texting feels like after going through that. But I’m still a huge fan of the classic letter writing.

How To Train Your Dragon came out and instantly became my favourite movie and a paragraph between us was devoted to discussing it’s many amazing features.

When he discovered there was going to be a sequel, we made a promise that we’d go see it with each other in second year university (since the original release date was slated for November) because it wasn’t likely that any of our other friends would actually want to go see an animated movie at that age.

Keep in mind that this was so far back that the second movie was just an idea and nothing was in production and we were already promising to see it in theatres 4 years into the future. So obviously it just faded to the back of our minds and wasn’t something either of us thought of like ever but it was in writing somewhere in my box of received letters.

We saw each other at camp every summer though and went through ups and down in our friendship like there was an 8 month streak where we didn’t speak to each other at all and yeah, the usual stuff that goes down.

In March of this year, I remembered of its existence and texted him out of the blue even though my other friend was like dude that’s really weird and random no one does that and luckily there was a reason we were such good friends because he instantly remembered and was on board with fulfilling our grade 10 promises and that’s the story of how I came to watch How To Train Your Dragon 2 last week!

World Cup

Flashback to grade 5.

It was the end of the school year and halfway through 2006 where, if you count back two sets of four years, the World Cup was happening in Germany.

Now y’all know I’m from Brazil (if not, surprise, I am!) so I cheer hardcore for them during this competition even though I’m not the biggest soccer fan in regular life.

My teacher at the time was from France. Like literally he moved here during the summer. So, obviously he was basically France’s biggest fan. We used to have these morning exercises like pop quizzes for math and stuff and for one of those he actually asked “Who’s going to be the champions for the 2006 World Cup” and the correct answer was France.

So you could imagine it was pretty tense between us. BUT THEN there was anther girl in our class who was from a big Italian family. She loudly proclaimed that Italy was the one that will steal the show.

//I feel like I’m making this more dramatic than it actually is but it’s way more fun like this anyway, right//

There was lots of friendly banter and competition ie my teacher calling both of us out whenever our countries didn’t do too well and us in return doing the same to him. That said, there was a kind of camaraderie between me and the other girl that we just needed to beat the teacher. Like it would suck if our own country didn’t make it but at least we wouldn’t have to suffer through him celebrating France’s victory.

You don’t even know my relief when Italy won. Life is good.

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In 2014 World Cup news, Brazil played the opening game against Croatia in Sao Paolo and they DOMINATED.

My whole family watched it and man was it stressful. neymarCroatia getting the first goal of the game only thanks to one of the Brazilian players accidentally nudging it into our net. Thankfully, there’s a guy named Neymar who is my new favourite person that got 2 of the 3 goals Brazil scored during the duration of the game!!

There were some sucky calls and everyone was really aggressive and probably stressed but overall it was a great opening game (especially for Brazil fans!) to start out the FIFA 2014 World Cup.

The Dead Cells On My Fingers

aka fingernails.

I don’t know why you need a backstory for a picture of my nails but you’re going to get one anyway.

I had painted all my nails with a dark navy blue but of course that’s not good enough for me so I chose a light, see-through-ish blue to put on top of it that gave it a galaxy-ish sheen if that makes any sense at all. Once I had finished one hand, a bottle of clear sparkly nail polish caught my eye and I immediately wanted to put that on top instead to make it look like the night sky.

(Everyone puts this much thought into painting their nails, right?)

Basically, I was too lazy to redo one hand so I now have two different tinges of blue painted on either hand and here’s a picture with my face again derping in the background.

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tried to make it so that you can see the dif in the colours on each hand. how considerate

Spelling Queen

Let’s take a stroll down memory lane, shall we?

Back in the 8th grade, when the end of the school year still meant watching movies and zero stress, I was a pretty decent speller. (But only bak then. Now I’m horible with werds and kan’t speil to safe my live.) Decent enough that I won my class’s mini spelling bee to see who would represent them in the schoolwide one. The winning word was brackish.

Side Note: my best friend at the time got eliminated from the running by the word sugar. I remember being so disappointed in her.

Anyway, fast forward to the big auditorium (and by big auditorium I mean the gym with a stage on one side and everyone sitting on the floor) with all us representatives from every class from the big grade 8s down to the lowly grade 4s in rows on the stage. I forget what my number was. I could go check my yearbook that has those horribly unflattering pictures documenting that moment in time but there is legitimately a cat on my lap right now so I can’t. I’m sure you’re all devastated.

Insert the really uneventful process of elimination in which we each took our turn and stood in front of the mike while a teacher sitting at a table – with a binder of words and a legitimate bell that they ring when you get a letter wrong and simultaneously bring dishonour on your family – told us which word to spell. Some people asked for definitions and languages of origin not because it actually helped them but just so that they could look cool.

ACTUALLY scratch that one of my words was “kernel” which is no big usually except you know how for some inexplicable reason colonel and kernel are homonyms so I actually had to ask for the definition. And plot twist the definition was like “the leader of a group” or something random like that and NOT “an unpopped popcorn” or “some guy in the military” which are your standard two definitions so I went with the popcorn spelling and got it right.

I remember being nervous as heck since public speaking was and still is so not my forte and literally shaking as I went up to spell my word. I also remember spelling everyone else’s words in my head to make sure I was totally in the spelling zone (I was)

This went on for a long time until there was only 2 of us left and I got my word wrong. But let’s make it clear: I misheard them say probable instead of probably. Which, let’s be honest, is probably the lamest way to go out. Luckily, the other kid, some 4th grader, got his word wrong too so I was back in the game. We sparred for what seemed like forever until I realized what would happen if I won: I would have to go on to Regionals and there would be more people and possibly televised and oh gosh that was exactly the opposite of what my 12 year old introverted self wanted so when my word to spell was goatee I went up there and confidently said “Goatee. G-O-T-E-E. Goatee.” The sweet little ding of freedom sounded and it was up to my opponent to spell this next word right plus one more to seal the deal of his victory.

The last word was tutu. It was a great victory for him and I was quite happy with my second place.

My friends were kind of disappointed in me when they learned of my planned escape from winning but hey, if they wanted to do the whole spelling in front of strangers thing, they should’ve beaten me to it and gotten to second best speller in the whole school themselves.

Teachers

They really do make or break your school life.

I think everyone who went to school and had either an amazing teacher or a horrible teacher knows that this is true. It’s actually amazing how much  of an impact they have on your life.

If a teacher is enthusiastic about the subject and cares whether or not their students learn and understand the material, no matter what you’ll enjoy yourself there more than if the teacher is just doing the bare minimum and you can tell. Even if you’re an English superstar and less than good at math, if your math teacher takes the time to make the lesson fun and easy to take in chances are you’d rather be in that class than if your English teacher just went around the class asking each student a random question from their homework and then slapped some notes on the board for everyone to copy down. Doesn’t mean you actually like math more, it just means the atmosphere is better when the teacher puts in effort.

They also can influence where your passions go. I, for example, had absolutely amazing math teachers all throughout high school. They were funny and warm and always wanted everyone to excel. This included making hilarious practice questions that, if you were lucky, had your name in it, and helping students with their questions outside of class hours. It made me want to make them proud of me and pushed me to do well and eventually fall in love with the subject.

It’s actually crazy how much of your life is shaped by teachers though. You spend the majority of your day with them for long months and it’s not surprising that they basically mold who you are. Makes me wonder how much of my personality is the way it is. Maybe I hate french because my grade 3 french teacher was super annoying. Who knows!

Just some food for thought.

New Words & New Friends

Yesterday was a good day.

I know I’ve complained about my schedule to you guys before but I’m actually warming up to it now! Being at school for 14 hours, I was pretty much dead by the end of it but right now after I had a good night’s sleep and am actually fully functional, it was a pretty sweet day. This is the part where I tell you about it.

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I had physics first thing which probably sounds like the opposite of a good thing but it’s one of my favourite classes! And to boot I understood all the problems we did in class AND we didn’t write as much as usual so my hand doesn’t hate me. Then came a 3 hour break in which I braved the freezing cold to stand in line for free beavertails and maple taffy with a friend. Worth it.

Cue a second three hour break (Yes, I am at school without classes for the same amount of time my little sister is at school in total. Just let that sink in.) in which I chilled with a friend, had food (always worth mentioning), and was productive in a way that didn’t feel very productive and therefore didn’t tire me out as much, Bonus.

 

I then had a class in which I know the most people (we take up a whole row) and when I see that I get proud of myself for being social and knowing that many people. Other thing that happened in that class was that I sat beside and talked to one of those friends which should have been awkward because of recent circumstances but was decidedly not. Score.

Had a quick calculus tutorial and by this time it was 7pm and time for my final class of the day. There’s this really snazzy thing about my campus which is the fact that there’s a bus stop on either end making it a thing to be able to hop on one bus and get off at the next stop to save you from a 10 minute walk and entering your class late. So I did that and here’s where the first meeting-of-a-new-person happened because I sat beside a boy who went to the exact same place as me. So now I know n+1 mechanical engineers!

Hands down my favourite class is Intro to Mechanical Engineering. We were learning more 3D modelling techniques and I was pretty much making a fool out of myself getting all excited about all the parts we were creating. My apologies to all the friends I sent random snapchats too with no description and just a picture of a hubcap or something. My second friend and first word happened in this class. This dude sat beside my buddy in our row of three (first row, of course) and we all ended up talking and then the word popped up during the lecture. It’s “knurling“. For some reason, I kill myself laughing every time I hear or think it. Don’t ask me why. And if you’re wondering what it means, it’s just a surface pattern on some tools. Pretty nifty, eh?

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(Question: Do you guys like this kind of post? Is my life and/or how I go about telling you about it a good thing to see here or something you’ll skip over until I tell you another science fact or review another movie? I loooove feedback!)