The Salt and Ice Nightmare

I decided to show you an article I made about this challenge which I stupidly did before looking at the consequences :D

 On May Tenth 2012 I decided to attempt the and ice challenge that I had watched on YouTube many times. It seemed pretty harmless, pouring salt into your palm and then placing ice over it. Then squeezing it as the ice melted and the salt started diffusing. It looked painful, but I watched a lot of silly city kids do it. And thinking that farm kids were more immune to pain decided to try it.
        So after art class a friend and I started to film our salt and ice challenge. Unlike the idiots online we only did it to our palm. Knowing that it was the most calloused place on our body, and not as sensitive as our feet or arms. The first take was pretty painful, but it didn't last long because our video camera died at the beginning. So we had to start again, and making it a competition we wanted to hold onto the ice as long as possible. We quickly found that the more salt you placed in your palm the faster and colder it gets.
        The second take lasted the longest. We used more salt and squeezed harder. After three minutes I did not feel the pain anymore. But being to stubborn to quit first I waited another two minutes before deciding that we had tied. Opening my hand I was not shocked to see an ice-shaped red mark along my palm. I was more shocked two minutes later when my palm started the form a very large white blister.
        Unfortunately we were not satisfied with our second take. So in an effort to get better lighting we decided to try it one last time with our other hand. My friend forgot what palm she had used and actually did the challenge three times on one hand. On the third try we used more salt and squeezed even harder. A newfound level of pain greeted my hand and it felt very frozen. We quit after the two minute mark, but unlike the second take their was no blister in my palm. My friend on the other hand had four blisters and one very large white mark that she actually mistook for a lump of salt until touching it.   
Salt on ice encourages it to melt at a colder temperature. It is almost the definition of zero Fahrenheit. Squeezing it in your hand causes almost immediate frostbite. As I was inquiring about the effects of this challenge I noticed many people responding with warnings of their permanent scars. One person in particular warned not to do it as his friend tried it on his nipple. Apparently it was frostbitten off and did not grow back for an entire year and a half. As to why a person needed this warning I do not know, but it did make for an interesting story.
        The dangers of the salt and ice challenge are burning and damage of the interior skin. This is so because, when it comes in to contact with the skin for a long time, you tend to feel burned. This action, affects the interior nerves causing redness, puss or swelling. Though no personal injury came with me trying the challenge, I do not encourage others to do so. 

In Christ

 

Thoughts from Pinterest

(theclotheshorse)

So new blogger layouts? Definitely confusing and I am SURE people are going to be posting about how much they hate/love it.

Personally I can't make a opinion until I have figured it out, and by the time I figure out the new layout stuff they will have changed it again. What can I say, I am a retard.

Today I did a lot of things..
Nope, mostly I just went on Pinterest... Pinterest.. Oh you lovely addicting site!

pin,pin,pin,pin.....

And more pinning... But I did get some great inspiration from doing so, and now I am ready to face my sewing again. I just need money to buy supplies and a pattern. Fellowship cloaks here we come! 255 days until the Hobbit.

Yes, I am a nerd


In Christ
The walking contradiction


 

Nerdy-Stuff

If you haven't already watched this.




So in other news,
Their is a big rumour spreading that Benedict Cumberbatch is going to play the Master for the 50th anniversary of DOCTOR WHO!

WEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee


And that is all

In Christ

Style Notes: The Amy Pond Look

Hello blogworld!

Welcome to my newest sort of procrastination thing (really I am procrastinating.. Assingment due in 2 days....) called style notes. Where I will go through my closet (or look through the internet) and find something that resembles a famous or cool person..

This week we will be looking at Doctor who's Amy Pond.

A lot of what I have seen so far on Amelia I really enjoy. She does seem to like her short skirts and shorts though, so we will be steering far away from that.

Amy also has these great dark colours that really make her stand out. I personally hate dressing in light colours because they make me feel cold, so I tend to lean towards the rich dark one's anyways.

So stick to deep colors, like navy, deep red, and burgundy. Don't be afraid to show off your legs, but don't be too trashy. She's got a sort of effortless style that she just pulls off so well.

Unfortunately my camera is not working, so I am just going to post some pictures of how I would pull it off.


First off; The bomber jacket. This one is extremely important just because she wears it quite a lot, it goes really well with everything. I have a leather jacket in my wardrobe and it is the best thing I even recieved.
Though I want to look like Amy, I still would like my own style mixed into this.
So I would want a large stripey purple shirt.

Get some jeans and a pair of Chucks. :D

Then you have created an Amy-like look :D

In Christ

Writing and BEDA

Oh hello!

Where in the world have I been? Well.. I have been writing, doing school, taking care of my niece, and wasting a ton of time.

Wasting time but not on blogger? Yes well, I haven't been using this as a form of procrastination. It's time to start that again!

So I thought I would post another story of mine on here for you to read for the time being. I will be getting into Blogging Everyday in April (hopefully). Oh and I really hate my blog design, so that will be changing for the spring! :D

And with that here is your snippet of some of my work:

My ears tickled at the sound of a fire crackling. The heat felt nice on my face, but the last thing I remembered was falling into darkness. Someone must have found me, but who it was I did not know.
Cautiously I attempted to open my eyes. Something was pressed hard against my face, a blindfold. Hearing nothing but the slow steady burn of the fire, I began to asses myself. My head was throbbing so I moved slowly. Ropes were twisted strangely around me, bundling my body tightly so that every move took effort. My hands were strapped to my lower back and a rope in between them seemed to be attached to my feet, because every time I tried to move my hands, my feet started to jerk with them. In vain tried to free my mouth from the gag that silenced me. After many attempts I became frustrated, thankful at least that my captors had not returned.
But my thanks was outlived. I stopped fidgeting as footsteps neared me, crunching the fallen leaves into oblivion. They were heavy, and metal clicked against each other with each stride. Two more pairs of footsteps followed. I stayed still hoping that they would believe me to be as unconscious as before.
"Get him up" said a gruff voice with authority.
Four hands forced me in a sitting position, with strength they dragged my wounded body towards what I believed to be a tree. With speed they jerked the blindfold off my face and took the gag out of my mouth. My eyes adjusted to the gloomy forest I was in, and with interest I inspected my captors.
Two burly men were stationed at my side, and one man stood in front of me. His amethyst eyes went over my entire person. He started to walk closer to me, his many knives clinking together while he moved.
"Does he look like the poster Irk?" said the leader.
"Well if you turn your head a little and squint he looks exactly like him!" replied the man to my left in a surprisingly high-pitched voice. He was turned to me now twisting his head to the side, his dirty face concentrating hard.
"It will do" said the leader crouching down so we were at eye level. "We can sell him off as the druid in Bansder, they aren't as familiar with his face there. Irk, you make sure he matches the description on the poster, and keep him quiet." The leader then turned and walked a few paces towards a leather satchel, he sat and began carefully taking out it's contents.
The man to my right grunted and began to put out the fire. Irk came over to me grabbing a knife from his belt. With ferocity he grasped my hair, and I yelled loudly at him as my head was already in pain. I thrashed about while yelling at him, using every curse word I knew. Quickly Irk realized his mistake, he released my head and grabbed the gag trying to force it into my mouth but I avoided his advance and bit his arm. Irk yelled, and with anger he pressed my head against the ground with his knee, and shoved the filthy gag into my mouth. He cut my cheek in one long jagged line. I yelped a little in pain and Irk chuckled.
"Irk, What are you doing?" questioned the leader.
"Matching the description, it says that he has a scar on his cheek and dark hair. I thought cutting his hair would solve the second problem."
"Continue" said the leader with a shrug.
Irk snickered and began to draw the knife closer to my head. But before his knife greeted my blond locks something happened. I heard whiz of an arrow impact something, it was Irk. He made one gasp and then fell to the side. His leg now on my face, his knife next to my lips.
In an instant I sprung to action, hoping that whoever killed Irk would not get me. With haste I squirmed upwards and rolled over, Yes! I had snatched the knife with my fingers. I began to work on the ropes. Looking up I noticed that the silent man had also been shot. I viewed the leader seeing that he was hastily picking up the items from the satchel. Gold, lace, and silk were it's contents.
With a feral yell something cloaked jumped straight at the leader. In haste the person attacked the him, but the leader anticipated his advance and avoided it.With a thrust of his right arm the leader whipped a knife towards his neck. The person almost seeing through the back of his head bent forwards just missing the blade. The leader ran a little further from him and turned around. Throwing three knives he aimed straight for the cloaked mans heart. With surprising skill the man twisted his body backwards to avoid two throwing knives, but he wasn't quick enough for the last one pierced him somewhere in the shoulder region.
I was surprised to see that the wound did not slow him down. With speed he snatched the throwing knife from his shoulder and pulled it out. In one smooth movement he threw it straight at the leader while mumbling a word I couldn't distinguish. The throwing knife pierced itself into the heart of the leader, with a gasp he clutched the knife and fell to the floor. Blood spurted from his lips and with one final breath he crumpled to the ground, dead.
The cloaked person made his way towards me but gasped sharply and sat down. Quickly I finished untangling myself from the ropes. I went over to inspect my rescuer, relieved to be free of the bandits, but fearing who this man was. I tried not to look at the three dead men before me as I walked over. Walking faster I crouched down to assist my rescuer. He looked up at me, his dark hair cascading around the front of his face. A white scar formed a jagged line from the top of his left cheek all the way to the bottom of his neck. As he pressed his hand to his shoulder I recognized a strange marking, my rescuer was a druid.


And that is all!

In Christ

Funny Photo

(David Tennant as Rev. Gibson, He knew he was right)

So sorry I haven't been posting lately.
When I have time I am either writing, or I am watching David Tennant as I storm through doctor who, which IS SO BRILLIANTLY NERDY. I cant believe I put off watching Doctor Who for so long!

And today I drew that TARDIS.

Banana's are good.

(david Tennant as the ghost of Christmas present)

Other David Tennant Movies I watched:
Christmas Special on the Catherine Tate show.
Decoy Bride (which was pretty good, but very slow)
Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire (BARTY CROUCH JR! First film I ever saw him in... and he reminded me of the joker in batman.. scary)
He Knew He was Right (This was soooo depressing... and David plays such a coward.. ick)

Things I want to watch with him in it:

Pirates! (Not just because he is in it, it's because this looks SO FLIPPING BRILLIANT, and I love all things related to Wallace and Gromit people)

Anyways

I have to go to bed.

Best flash mob ever!

Watch this!

Feast Day

Today is the feast day of a very special saint.
St. Colette
Let us always regret that we have but one heart with which to love God, and that this heart is so poor and weak. But such as it is, God asks it of us! Let us give it to Him Constantly and completely. Let Him have this poor heart for time and eternity.

I didnt really know that much about Nicolette Boellet but I knew of her reformed nuns, the poor clare Colettines.
So here are pictures of poor clare colettines (or PCC's).

Source

Everyone is leaving

On Sunday it will be my mothers birthday.
We have had a Pilgrim statue of mary at our house since before I came home from the US. And she will be leaving on Sunday.

My dear brother in law will be leaving on Saturday as he has a doctors appointment for his cancer check up in Chile.

My elder brother will be continuing another year with NET ireland, and EVERYONES LEAVING...


And I will continue this blog post after school is done!

Summary of a story

Working on my story making, please dont steal the ideas.

The Fault in Pride

My story starts right at the beginning, set in a medieval period, with a noblewoman. This noblewoman was particularly beautiful but also a very self centered person. She won the heart of a very wealthy nobleman and soon became with child. In my story she is about to be blessed with twins.

The first twin arrived after much effort on the mother's part. She took one look at her firstborn and screamed in terror, as she had given birth to a beast. The midwife was also shocked at this young one. He was the ugliest child she had ever laid her eyes upon. The twin did not make a sound at his arrival. The midwife thinking that he was dead, lay aside the poor infant to attend to his horrified mother.

The second twin arrived with little effort. His face was vastly different to that of his brother. He was beautiful, so beautiful in fact that he made his brother look even more beastly. His mother adored him looking upon his face with a great amount of admiration. She named him Terrowin, after a man who once courted her.

The first twin in question did not die on that day. The midwife had to persuade his mother to take him as well. Both parents could not look upon the ghastly face of their firstborn. They decided to keep his birth a secret when the midwife made it imperative that they keep him. He was given no name as the parents only called him boy or ignored him altogether. The infant was put in the care of a wet nurse, but after a year he was sent to a monastery to live where no one would be shamed by him.

The monastery at that time was very corrupted by pride. In their pride they found that they couldn't take in the child. The Abbot opted to sent the child to a hermit. And under the vow of obedience, the hermit took the child in.

Brother Francis-Marie was almost blind. Yet he somehow managed to do everything that was required of him. Most importantly was the way he raised this child. Teaching him all that he needed to know of the world. The brother was very pure and was also blessed with vast amounts of knowledge. Being from a family of philosophers and nobles he had the special insight needed to teach this boy not only of regular doings of the world, but all things interior. He also named the young child Benedict, hoping that the child would look to this saint for comfort.

Benedict's character became wise. Through this life of austerity he sprouted in characteristics that we only see in the greatest of heroes. He also was planted in faith. He had a pure heart, and true inner beauty. He thought little of himself or his ugly face, rather he took joy in his sheltered life. Hidden away with Brother Francis-Marie and Jesus.

The second twin was thoroughly adored throughout his life. Terrowin would achieve many things but mostly he would be marked in character by his vainglorious pride. Being beautiful and lifted in society led to his destruction. He ruined many people along with himself, and left noble society after squandering his money.

Benedict learned of his brother who now had misfortune thrust upon him. And he sought out Terrowin to assist him in his hour of need. But alas, the prideful twin refused the help of someone so exteriorly hideous. Even in dire circumstances he would not bend his pride. Thus he continued on his miserable road of corruption and pain. Benedict, seeing all this believed the world to be a place truly in need of conversion. With his knowledge he began to preach. Most especially he preached humility, which he believed to be the greatest of all virtues.

Creative comments would be appreciated. This was an assingment and a very quick one.

In Christ