Did you know that if you spray kitchen Lysol directly on pomegranate juice, it turns blue?
(I was a little messy when cutting my pomegranate. This is what I learned today.)
Posted by Avra-Sha Faohla on November 17, 2013
Did you know that if you spray kitchen Lysol directly on pomegranate juice, it turns blue?
(I was a little messy when cutting my pomegranate. This is what I learned today.)
Posted by Avra-Sha Faohla on November 2, 2013
Step 1: Obtain a form and fill it out. Thank God that you are so healthy as you check off “no” by all the diseases and medications.
Step 2: Go to the medical history person who will look over your form and write various numbers on it. Don’t be alarmed when she is doubtful that you weigh enough—and you could feel very uncomfortable if you don’t—for she reassures you that you can stop at any time.
Be reassured by this.
Step 3: Allow her to prick your finger and squeeze out your blood into a tiny tube. Don’t stare because it’s kind of gross that she’s squeezing out the blood. Fear not because it doesn’t hurt.
Step 4: Obediently place the disposable thermometer that she gives you under your tongue. Fear not because it doesn’t taste bad. (Not that you’d expect it to taste bad. . . .)
Step 5: Go to the blood donation area and sit on the chair to which you are directed. Ask the nurse to take from your left arm because you need to have use of your right arm.
Unless, of course, you are left-handed, in which case you should obviously do it on your right arm.
Step 6: Allow the nurse to clean your arm and stick the needle in. It hurts a tiny bit, but not very much. Squeeze with your hand as directed, which will also hurt a little, but not very much either.
Step 7: Begin to feel weird as one tenth of your life is slowly removed from you. Do not look at the blood coming out through the tube because then you will feel nauseous.
Ask the nurse if this is normal. Be reassured when she says yes.
“Do you want me to take it out?” she will ask, seeing your discomfort. Say no or your blood will not be enough to be of use.
Step 8: Allow the nurse to lower you down into a horizontal position. This should not be hard for you as you will feel weak and will most definitely not object to lying down.
Step 9: Do not be alarmed when your arm begins to tingle and feel very odd.
Ask the nurse if this normal. Be reassured once more when she says yes.
When she asks if you want to stop, say no again so it is not all in vain.
Step 10: She will ask if you feel warm. Respond “maybe a little,” and allow the nurse to put an ice pack under your neck. Remove it after a few minutes because there is no reason to suffer the discomfort of ice against skin. Do not be confused that she thought you’d want that because some strange people actually would.
Step 11: Wonder when it will be over. Remind yourself that you are saving a life. Keep saying no when the nurse offers to stop.
Step 12: Finish. Let the nurse remove the needle. Keep your arm upright and press the wound as instructed to prevent bruising. Allow the nurse to slowly prop you up after a minute or two and wrap a bandage around your arm. Do not be alarmed that it is extremely tight.
Accept the juice that she offers you.
Step 13: After several minutes, stand and walk over to the refreshments table. Eat sugary things and drink a lot. Yay! Take it easy and leave when you feel ready.
Step 14: Ignore the intense pressure from the bandage throughout the rest of the day.
Step 15: After the required six hours, gleefully cut off the bandage and peel it away with care. Do not be bothered by the pain because you are a strong woman and you have saved a life today.
I was aiming for a more humorous tone, but I don’t know if it came across quite that way.
People told me I’d feel a little weak afterwards for several minutes and then I’d be totally fine, but they didn’t mention that the actual process, though not really painful, was still uncomfortable (probably my own fault, for not asking the right questions, I suppose). I don’t regret doing it one bit and would definitely do it again, but I do think people should be aware of exactly what will happen. Hence this post.
And it really wasn’t so horrific at all. It just sounds like that because I’m trying to be totally honest and not leave anything out.
Posted by Avra-Sha Faohla on October 20, 2013
Just an update to say that I’ve removed the password from my Alaska posts. If you’d like to look at some pictures of gorgeous nature and read about my adventures, go check them out!
Posted by Avra-Sha Faohla on October 11, 2013
Sherrie nominated me for the Liebster Award. Thank you, Sherrie! It happens to be that I have already received that one and followed the rules; therefore, I shall do whatever I want with this one.
1. Share 5 to 11 facts about yourself.
2. Answer Sherrie’s questions.
3. Nominate 5 to 11 other bloggers who have fewer than 300 followers and ask them 11 questions.
NUMBER ONE: Share 5 to 11 facts about yourself
Since I did the Liebster Award already, I feel no guilt copying and pasting my facts from the tagging game, with slight adjustments where they no longer apply.
1. I dislike rhythmic, catchy beats, the kind in pop or rap or hip-hop songs. They sound too . . . I don’t know, trashy. I prefer strong, solid, heavy beats.
2. I love skirts that sweep the ground. I only have a few simple black ones because I totally wouldn’t be able to pull off any colorful ones. But I like them on other people!
3. Actually, that’s pretty much my whole style situation. A lot of clothing I like on other people. For me, it’s got to be simple and low-key. You’d be surprised how hard it is for me to find clothing!
4. My ideal temperature is as hot as it can be without making me sweat. In summer, where I live, that’s something like 80 degrees when air conditioned (air conditioning takes out the humidity; 80 degrees naturally is probably too hot for me). I’m not sure what it is in the winter.
5. I like to snack on raw oats. They’re quite dry, yes, but I drink lots of water with them. I think they’re slightly addictive.
6. Until the summer after graduating elementary school, I had never been on an airplane in my life. Until I traveled abroad after graduating high school, I had only been on an airplane once.
7. Possibly the strangest question I’ve ever gotten on a test is this. (My eleventh grade physics teacher was an interesting person.)
8. I got my braces out a little over a year ago. It’s still absolutely wonderful to go to bed and not have to worry about waking up with the inside of my lips plastered painfully against my teeth.
9. I’m not very picky about food, and if I would refuse to eat something it would most likely be because it’s unhealthy (like hot dogs or store-bought cake or the like), not because I dislike the taste. One of the few foods whose taste I really dislike is mustard. I wish I liked it, but I’ll only eat it if it’s mixed into things!
10. Also, I am one of those people who always cleans her plate. I can’t stand when food is wasted.
11. I never had any of the electronics—cell phone, iPod, laptop, or digital camera—that everyone else seems to have until the summer after graduating high school, when my father bought me a camera. It was a going-away gift for the next year, when I would be abroad and would want to take lots and lots of pictures!
NUMBER TWO: Answer Sherrie’s Questions
1) What do you enjoy reading?
Fantasy! As far as I know, fantasy has been my favorite genre for as long as I’ve loved reading. Which is always (since I’ve known how, anyway).
2) What is your favorite season?
I love summer. Except the mosquitoes. But they’re worth it for the glorious warmth that summer brings!
3) Who is the person who makes you laugh?
My blunt roommate makes me laugh. My adorable niece makes me laugh. Brian Regan makes me laugh too.
4) Which do you prefer, mountains or ocean?
I love the ocean, but I’d have to say mountains because they’re a whole package deal of glorious scenery, beautiful flowers and trees and berries and fungus, and of course hikes. Whereas the ocean is just one basic view, albeit a gorgeous one. Also, mountains usually provide more privacy than oceans do.
5) Do you have any pets?
6) What is your favorite meal of the day?
Huh, I never though to have a favorite meal! Probably breakfast.
7) Why do you blog?
Because I like to write and share things that, I hope, others might find interesting. This isn’t my personal journal, so I usually don’t post general updates about my life. I try to keep it interesting. Usually the most I talk about myself is in these tagging games and blog award things. I do hope they don’t bore any of my readers too much!
8) What is your favorite color?
I have two: bright, happy yellow and warm, delicious brown. And green! At some point when I was a young child, although I don’t remember when exactly, green was my favorite color, and I’ve decided right now to add green back to my “favorite colors” list because it’s really so lovely. Yay!
9) Do you prefer coffee or tea?
I’m not such a coffee OR tea person! Water is pretty much all I drink.
10) What famous person, living or dead would you like to have lunch with?
I don’t know! I’d like to say Moses, the greatest man who ever lived, but I wouldn’t feel worthy and would just feel guilty wasting his time!
11) What is your favorite blog?
Ooh, hard one! I’m actually quite fond of Mara’s old blog, before she evolved into almost purely fashion blogging. She’s a great fashion blogger and has lots of loyal fans, and I still read every post of hers, but I actually prefer a randomness blog (if it’s well done, that is) to a themed one. I think I’m in the minority there. So, other than Mara’s old blog? HASH is pretty good. So is CCW. I also really like a variety of food blogs. I don’t know if I can say that I have a favorite.
NUMBER THREE: Nominate 5 to 11 other bloggers who have fewer than 300 followers and ask them 11 questions.
As I did this already, I shall instead copy and paste my 11 questions from the tagging game and direct them not at new nominees but at Sherrie, who gave me this award. Also, anyone who reads this may answer any of these questions that he or she wishes to answer in the comment section below.
1. If you could get a lifetime supply of any one food, what would it be?
2. What experience or person had a great or life-changing impact on your way of thinking? (Have I been doing too many college applications?)
3. What are some of your pet peeves?
4. Tell me a funny or embarrassing (or otherwise interesting) anecdote of yours.
5. What is your favorite thing about your character?
6. What is your weirdest relative like?
7. What superpower would you like to have?
8. Favorite sandwich? Worst sandwich you’ve ever tasted?
9. If clothes could talk, what would yours say? (I’m looking for a nice long answer here! Everything you’re wearing, even your hair accessories, ought to have their say.)
10. What qualities do you value most in a person?
11. Why is a raven like a writing desk?
P.S. If I tagged you last time and you never answered, you could still answer now. Hint hint.
Posted by Avra-Sha Faohla on October 8, 2013
I finally am getting settled in my dorm and in college. I also finally got the last of my textbooks, and I found it funny that the package looked like a ruffled-edge pillow.
I don’t know about you, but I see a resemblance.
Posted by Avra-Sha Faohla on October 6, 2013
The longest hiking trail on the largest island in the largest freshwater lake in the world. Surrounded by nature and nothing else. Fairly overgrown in many places. Not marked clearly enough to be assured you won’t get lost. A backpacking adventure that takes most people five or six days.
Your mission: do it in three.
Would you be up to the challenge? Would you be willing to walk miles and miles through the wilderness, carrying a heavy pack on your shoulders, on and on until you have to force your body to just keep going despite exhausted legs, aching shoulders, and feet that are on fire?
I would. I most definitely would. And, in fact, I did.
The island is a little-visited national park on Lake Superior called Isle Royale. It’s pretty quiet there; we (my father, siblings, and me) passed hikers a few times each day, but otherwise it was just us and the island.
And what a lovely island it is! We went in early August, when the wildflowers were blooming all over the place, the mushrooms were cropping up everywhere you looked, and there were also quite a decent amount of berries. I ate a few heavenly blueberries I’d plucked straight from Nature’s hand. By far the best blueberries I’ve ever tasted!
We passed through beautiful forests and climbed mountains and walked along the ridges. We camped out at nights by lakes (whose water we put through our filter to refill our water canteens).
As for wildlife, the island also boasts moose, wolves, and red squirrels. The moose are supposed to be spotted quite often (especially on the Greenstone Ridge Trail), but we didn’t see any.
Shame. I was really looking forward to seeing those moose, just so that I could point and shout “Moosen! Many much moosen in the woodenisit!” (Name that quote.)
The closest we got to moosen was discarded antlers.
The end of the third day was the hardest. We did about 15 miles each the first and second day and about 11 the third day, but even though the third day was the shortest and easiest (it was mostly shady woods and not a lot of uphill), it wasn’t like we started fresh. A night’s sleep isn’t enough to recover from the exhaustion of walking all day.
Especially when you do 40+ miles in three days, which is really not the norm. My father, who planned the whole trip, decided it was possible because they said “experienced backpackers” can do it in three days.
Yeah, experienced backpackers and my crazy family.
But don’t worry, I loved it!
Oh, and I sprained my ankle four and a half hours into the first day. The only time in nearly twenty years of life that I sprained my ankle, and it had to be when I was in the middle of the wilderness with more than 30 miles of walking ahead of me. Finagle’s law, my friends.
It wasn’t so easy, by the way, getting all these pictures. When you’re backpacking, you keep a steady pace and don’t really stop until everyone agrees on a break. I had to quickly snap photos and hope for the best before rushing to catch up.
There were quite a few lovely flowers, berries, and most of all mushrooms that I didn’t stop to photograph because I didn’t want to tire myself out catching up. Then there were the photos that didn’t focus properly, but as I was rushed I wasn’t exactly looking at the results and retaking the bad ones. For instance:
An incredibly stunning red and orange specimen, but, unfortunately, an incredibly blurry photo.
Okay, okay, that’s the last of the blurries.
I love this bee-on-the-flower picture.
Chickenbone Lake, where we camped the first night. We liked the name.
Admit it, this grasshopper is bea-u-ti-ful.
Light-colored mushrooms look washed out in all my pictures. So frustrating.
In case you can’t tell, I’m fascinated by mushrooms.
These gorgeous chanterelles were more vibrant in real life. Silly point-and-shoot that can’t see color accurately.
And while we’re at it, here’s another fly agaric. Just ’cause they’re so pretty.
See what I mean by overgrown? And some parts of the trail were worse than this.
That’s fungus inside the jagged stump of a fallen tree, in case you couldn’t tell.
I’m quite fond of how these thimbleberries came out.
Staghorn sumac. Odd-looking thing, do you not agree?
We often had to walk across these planks, probably because those were the boggier areas.
(Meadow salsify, I think, if you’re at all interested in knowing the name of this flower.)
A dried-out, cracked old shelf mushroom nevertheless still holds some appeal to me!
This beetle kept running away and hiding from my camera. It was hard to get a picture of it. (“So don’t, Avra!” you cry. “Why on earth would you want a picture of an ugly bug?” I ignore you, of course.)
I believe these are red elderberries.
A tree fallen across the path.
I can’t make out this bee’s expression. Any guesses what she’s thinking?
Some old abandoned hobbit-holes, with their chimneys sealed up.
The sign near the hobbit-holes. It lies, of course.
A view of Lake Superior at the end of the island.
We waited on the side of the highway, near the entrance to the Windigo harbor, for my mother to pick us up. Of course I found a photo opportunity as we waited. These flowers were quite beautiful up close.
A waterfall in a nearby park.
(Excuse this horrible glare; it couldn’t be helped.)
A really BIG mushroom.
One last picture of Lake Superior. It’s the view we had as we ate our barbecue—our final activity before heading home.
Oh, and kudos to anyone who understands the title of this post!
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Posted by Avra-Sha Faohla on September 29, 2013
Posted by Avra-Sha Faohla on July 11, 2013
I came across this little piece of writing of mine from a year or two ago that just needed wrapping up. So I wrote a few more sentences to finish it, and I typed it up. Enjoy!
I’ve also posted it on Fiction Press if you’d like to read or review it there.
She was caught in the darkness, caught in the arms of her worst nightmare. It swirled silently and maliciously around her, grasping her with clammy fingers that sent chills racing down her spine. It was intangible, yet somehow she could distinctly feel it.
She swiveled her head around, eyes skittering back and forth, but she could discern nothing, only the thick tendrils floating and weaving, black on black. The thing—the darkness—was all around her, and there was nowhere for her to go.
Wisps of cold blackness began to play with her hair, fluttering it about like a gentle wind; but there was nothing gentle about the darkness, and it felt cruel and wrong in a way wind never does. The feeling started to spread throughout her body. She felt the darkness snaking up her veins and slipping into her bloodstream, creeping into her muscles, and her very bones. Every cell in her body screamed at the intrusion, not in pain but in a different sort of agony.
The thing felt thicker now, wrapping around her body and making it harder to breathe. Involuntarily she moaned faintly—and then, as if to make up for that sign of weakness, she said fiercely, “I know what you are.”
It began to swirl faster now, the motion barely visible yet somehow dizzying. She knew, somehow, that it was laughing at her, though it did not make a sound. Then it seemed to speak to her without breaking the silence. What am I, child? a thousand voices whispered simultaneously, mockingly, in her mind.
She breathed in slowly. “Evil. Secrets. Terrible things humanity has done. The darkest skeletons in the darkest closets.” She tried to make her voice steady and fearless, but an unmistakable tremor was present.
It laughed again. The quickening pace of the thing’s strange movements was disconcerting. You know nothing, the thing rasped. The truth is far worse.
The darkness thinned and slowed, but the temperature dropped, its icy breath transforming her skin to gooseflesh. She couldn’t bear it. She tried to break free and run, but the thing tightened around her, binding her in a cold twisted embrace.
An embrace that, she realized slowly, felt somehow familiar, as if she’d encountered these dark tendrils of evil before. Where? The answer tickled at the back of her mind, and then suddenly it was right there in front of her.
“Oh, no,” she breathed, horrified. “You’re—you’re mine. You’re my evil, my secrets!”
Her emotions finally conquered her will, and she began to cry.
For many long minutes she stood crying—not wild wails but soft, honest sobs—until she became aware that something had changed.
The darkness was still all around her, ice-cold and sinister, but it was no longer restricting her movement. Tentatively she took a step forward, and then another. The blackness swirled and brushed her but did not stop her.
She wiped away her tears and began to look for a light.
The first step to repentance is knowing you’ve sinned.
Posted by Avra-Sha Faohla on July 4, 2013
Hello again! After a long absence, I’m back! I last left y’all with a challenge to which no one rose, so unfortunately I can’t pass on the award. On the bright side, I had a truly wonderful nine months abroad, and you get to see a few of the 1,300 pictures/videos that I have on my camera!
The above was a gorgeous sunset, viewed from my dorm window.
A lovely waterfall on a hike.
Fascinating rock formations from another hike.
The sun was shining majestically against the clouds and upon the water. I had to take a picture.
A different hike with some more interesting rock formations.
We climbed a little mountain with a glorious view.
Sunset on beautiful water.
A cheetah, or something of that nature. (Okay, I’m the cheatah here . . . this picture was taken at a zoo.)
A lovely grotto. The water was stunningly blue.
Cool tunnel-thing—with a light at the end and everything!
I wonder how I got a shot from this angle. Must’ve somehow managed to sprout wings.
This is one of my favorite pictures I took this past year. The grass scattered with rocks, the lone tree, the blue sky—I just love how it all comes together.
Another favorite. I was crawling through an old stone structure and found a little peephole with a nice view!
My hand jerked, and the camera took a picture of mysterious colored lights which weren’t there. Any theories?
I went camping with cousins when we had break in the spring. This was our campfire. Gooorgeous fire.
We had a tour through some old tunnels. At one point, while everyone else was listening to the guide, I was distracted by this perfect photo opportunity: a spider web!
Dessert from a fancy dinner my school had one night. It was fruit salad if you’re wondering, but this angle and focus are meant to show off the heavenly whip on top!
Our school needed to get bigger garbage cans. The funny thing was that we were so used to having overflowing garbages that I watched people pass and add their trash to this without even realizing how abnormally high it was.
Flowers in a gorgeous park.
I saw a guy welding metal or something! (Sorry for the bad picture; there were no lights in there.)
A random cow on the road. What, you don’t have these at home?
This waterfall was beautiful. I was getting sprayed with refreshing mist as I took this picture.
Mimosas are now my favorite flower. Just look at those fuzzy yellow-pink flowers and charming, neat little leaves!
Because you can’t expect me to go nine months without snapping any photos of bugs, can you? As I know some of my readers don’t like to see bugs, I made these images much smaller. But if images of bugs don’t faze you, please do click to view them full size! (I made it so they open in new tabs; that way you don’t have to hit the back arrow and wait for the page to reload.)
I wonder what kind of bug this is.
Found this one on the wall in my dorm.
I took this picture because I thought it was a cool moth. And then I saw another, and another! For a few weeks or so these moths invaded our dorm, and then they vanished. It was very weird.
This moth was huge! (The finger’s there to show its hugeness, but somehow it looks smaller than it was.)
I love this one. You really must view in full size.
This fellow’s a little ugly, I’ll admit. But hey, at least I didn’t post the really ugly bug with hundreds of legs!
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