use it well ;)

Comfort or Sex.

2011-11-17T20:15:00.000Z

I have a theory. There are just two reasons, as to why people do the things they do. Firstly, to be or feel comfortable and secure, and secondly, to get laid. If you think about it, this theory does make sense. Say, for instance, you buy a pair of shoes. Uggs, for example. Sure, they're big and clumpy, but they are possible the most comfortable pair of shoes you will ever wear. Bar Moon Boots, but Moon Boots are obscenely hideous. With Uggs, you're sure as hell not going to get laid, but you're definitely in your comfort zone. On the other hand, there's something like blowing your nose. We do it as a routinely habit, but deep down, the reason we blow our nose is to appear attractive to the opposite sex, make sure that we don't have any slimy snot balls lingering around our nasal cavities. See, it's all starting to make sense..
So my advice for you today, is if you're ever debating whether to do or buy something, see if it's worth it. Will it A) make you comfy? or B) get someone in your pants? If neither, then, it's not worth it. use it well. x.

Mothers.

2011-10-25T01:06:00.000+01:00

I love my mother. I love her beyond comprehension, any daughter would, but we would also say that there is much more to them than just love and hugs. Today, or rather, for the past 3 days, I've had to set up Facebook for my mother. I would probably rather sever off my own finger, than have to go through this ordeal again, and yet I have to face tomorrow. And the rest of the week. Oh the joys of half term. By Friday all that will remain will be my thumbs, and my left pinkie.
I've recognized that I'm not the only child who's had to go through this, but indeed, there is a limit. I think that my limit was possibly when I see that my mother has become friends with *insert name here*. Now, *insert name here* happens to be my crush from three years ago, who my mother has never met in her life. Her response to this was 'Oh I thought it was *insert name here*! Well, I guess, adding your mother, this must be a sign!' and proceeds to wink at me. It was at this point that I was considering deactivating my Facebook and becoming a hermit, living in a cave residing in the deep countryside of Hungary. But I stayed strong, and continued to observe my mother. Spotify was the next step, at which point you could have said I was crying, but I prefer to name it as 'leaking from the eyes'. As I left the room in distress, I caught the faint sight of Twitter on her laptop screen. I think it was then that my left eyeball nearly gyrated out of its socket.
A piece of advice would be to be extremely patient with parents, because in the end it's for the better, and like me, you might manage to be granted a lovely pair of shoes in return for your services. use it well. x.

Leggings.

2011-10-16T01:29:00.000+01:00

Leggings, are a comfortably fashionable item, worn underneath a tunic top and hoodie, or a tanktop and long cardigan. For those who, to put it nicely, pertain a certain desired physique, wearing said leggings without a t-shirt long enough to cover certain parts of said person's body is considered acceptable. But, for those who are, to put it politely, fat cunts, it's really not.
Whatever possesses those on the slightly plump side to flaunt their overweight buttocks' and pertinent camel-toe is beyond me. I can't understand, how not one of their friends has mentioned to them, that possibly, they don't look as flattering as they could do, with their two-sizes-too-small Jack Wills underwear baring its yellow and pink pattern through the black leggings making itself visible to the world. Maybe it's because they don't have friends.
Could it be they don't have friends because they wear leggings as trousers and clingy tube top type things? Or they don't have friends, so no one can help them with their problem.There's some sort of deeper chicken-and-egg idea that lies beneath this theory, but I guess for now I'll say, that if you think the chubby legging-girl might be you, please ask your (if you have any) friends, now. use it well. x.

Love. #2.

2011-10-06T17:51:00.000+01:00

Hooray, it's time for the second post about love. If I could tell you the truth, I'd say love is a magical, wonderful thing. Kind of like Jack Black's opinion of Maths in School of Rock. But it's not. If it happens to work out and be all lovely and chirpy, then of course you're going to love love. But for me it never really seems to work out. Ever. I'm starting to believe that a Bulgarian gypsy has put a curse on me from a young age to make sure that love never walks my way. Maybe I smell? That could be it, that's the one. I smell. I've solved the answer to all my problems, now I just need to not smell, and everything will be okay.
Who am I kidding, there is love out there for everyone, and especially for those who smell. I don't mean to be so pessimistic, but it happens to be one of my traits, so, deal with it. Love most definitely will find its way to you, and I most definitely did not just quote a song. Live life, be happy, and I sound like I'm on some sort of crack right now, but anyways, love will happen in its own time, don't push it, and keep smiling. use it well. x.

New School.

2011-10-01T11:35:00.000+01:00

Considering that I've only done one post in the entirity of September, you can probably guess school has started, and I've been bound for a new destination. 1 month in and I'm already having the best time I could possibly wish for, with many things already having happened.
As this is about my life changing, this is going to be a bit more sentimental than usual. My advice is going to be most of the post, telling you that everything happens for a reason. I think that everything in the world sequences something else, and even if it doesn't show immediately, it will become apparent at some point later in life. It could be, for example, your parents' divorce moves you to a new country, you hate it at first, but now you couldn't be happier. Or, it could be the reason you decided to wear tights today, even though it was boiling, sorta helped the situation when that gust of wind blew up your skirt to half of the train station.
Anyways, if you're feeling down at something that has happened, I can promise you that it has happened for a reason, and you may not realize it now, but it could be the best thing that ever happened to you. use it well. x.

Shipping.

2011-09-02T01:15:00.000+01:00

Today, after 2 months without my luggage, I finally retrieved my bags from British Airways World Cargo. There is so much to say in this post, I'm only going to have the fortune of telling select pieces of information about, I would say, the day in my life that ties as worst, next to the love of my life telling me he had no mutual feelings.
Having to deal with the most incompetent non-English speaking woman for the past two months has been frightful, and I have been given permission by my mother to send her an email with the words 'I got my f*cking luggage, biatch!'. Having to then be dropped off in the middle of nowhere, and spend 5 hours waiting for irrelevant forms to be filled out did not help the situation either. The icing on the cake was when I was told by a Customer Service lady that I could have had avoided spending 700 pounds and had the luggage shipped to my doorstep if it had been delivered courier. This was probably the equivalent to falling in love with this guy for 2 months (waiting for my luggage) and then finding out he never liked me and sparing me the pain (finding out it could have been shipped via courier).
My advice at this point, as I cannot come up with anything else, would be to never ever ever trust European shipping companies. Ever. use it well. x.

Stereotypes.

2011-08-30T10:16:00.000+01:00

Something of which I take great pride in, is having gone to an international school. And, as you know, with different nationalities come different stereotypes. For example, that Arabs are opulent, the Swiss eat lots of cheese, all Americans are fat etc etc. But possibly, my favourite of all these are the Canadian stereotypes. My Canadian friend requested this, and I couldn't help myself but to kill two birds with one stone and completely thrash Canadians.
First of all, they're afraid of the dark. I mean seriously guys, couldn't you be afraid of giant extra terrestrial spiders? The dark. That's like being afraid of rainbows, or kittens. Second, the accent. Dear Lord, the accent. It's not cute to add 'eh' to the end of everything, nor is it to pronounce 'about' 'aboot'.
'Oh what did you do today, eh?' 'Me, I went fishin' and I caught a troot.' - No.
There are many more, like having no roads, eating maple syrup with everything, and using monopoly money. I find these all hilarious, but not as good as the others. A piece of advice would be to watch the South Park episode about the Royal Wedding. It's related to Canada, and depending on your humour, you could despise it or love it. use it well. x.

Business Class.

2011-08-29T20:43:00.000+01:00

As you may have guessed, I've unfortunately finished my holiday and have just headed back home. And yes, I was in Business Class. There is nothing more invigorating than when you are told you are sitting in business class. It is a rare occasion that I get to sit in business class, but the feeling and emotion that flows through you is overwhelming. Especially whilst you sit there at the beginning of the flight watching all those economy class passengers shuffle by you. You cannot help but regard them as nothing less than filth and poverty. Economy class, hmph, that's a place for commoners. Even though you fly it 99% of the time. And the only reason you have this seat is countless years of mile collecting.
On my flight, I also noticed that the majority of the passengers sitting up here at the front, are under the age of 12. Okay, I know that I'm not technically an adult myself, but come on, seriously people? When I was that age, and my Dad was a frequent flyer, accumulating as many miles as George Clooney in 'Up In The Air', my parents would sit up in business class, and fix me in econo-plus, and for good reason, I don't remember it! No point wasting money on nothing. I find it pointless to sit your toddler in a few thousand dollar seat, when they're not gonna remember the experience 2 years later. Advice would be, when you're an adult, or if you are, save on the bucks and kick your child in a regular seat on the plane, and when they're old enough to appreciate it, give them a treat. use it well. x.

Friend Requests.

2011-08-28T15:32:00.000+01:00

As requested my 'ma bffl', a passage on friend requests is a must. A few different things to note on, one being, the anticipation in waiting for an accept from a possible love interest of the opposite sex, or just a hottie. If you've just met them recently, deciding when to click the 'Add as Friend' button is possibly the biggest decision of your life. Too early seems too eager, too late is.. well, too late. You have to time it perfectly. And then there comes the waiting, the longing and lust for that notification to pop up, and tell you, that your Dad just commented on your status.
Relating back to my post about fraping, something I managed to do to someone I fraped, was, without telling them, add several people on his Facebook named 'Shabootayy', 'Watermelondria', 'La'Shonda', and so on and so forth. Having him leave the country the next day was the icing on top of the cake, as I then didn't have to deal with his fury, and he didn't have to anticipate his new Facebook friends' acceptances, having no idea he had added these bodacious women, or men. I can't really say I have a piece to give from this post, but I hope it provided a good laugh. use it well. x.

Air Crash Investigation.

2011-08-28T13:33:00.000+01:00

Yes, this passage is another review of a TV show, but Air Crash Investigation is a bit different. Belonging to the National Geographic channel, Air Crash Investigation is a show that reincarnates flying accidents that happen, and how the air crash investigators discovered what happened. It happens to be another shameful indulgence of mine, and my brother enjoys it as much as I do. Many things strike me when I watch this program, first and foremost, who in the world are the actors that partake in 'accident reconstruction' scenes. I mean, you really have to be at the bottom of the acting food chain to work in the 'air crash investigation reinactment' business. Also, how one applies to be in these shows, or auditions for it! It baffles me...
Nevertheless, this show does entertain me hugely, and I only seem to watch it whenever on holiday, which happens to be right before I fly back home, and securely manages to terrify me into a paralytic snooze on the plane ride back. This piece of advice is going to be virtually identical to the last one, have a flick over to Nat Geo and check Air Crash Investigation out.. it provides a lot of laughs, and a good dose of fear of flying too. use it well. x.

Disney Channel.

2011-08-26T18:51:00.000+01:00

Alright, here goes. I'm about to admit to you one of my deepest and darkest secrets. It's so secret, that even veritaserum couldn't get it out of me. I love Disney Channel. There, I said it, now you can taunt me for all eternity about it. It's my secret guilty pleasure, and probably one of the only things that can bring me at ease. In fact, it's on the TV right now.
Now, i know I said you can mock me all you want, but you cannot deny the fact that you watch it too. Even if it's just a little bit, especially the guys, I'm almost 100% certain that if I quoted a line, or played a song, or made a remark about 'Hannah Montana' or 'That's So Raven', there is no doubt that you would go 'hey, i've heard that somewhere before'. This has happened no less than five times to me, 80% with a male. That line right there, has just made you admit that you watch Disney Channel and you can never take it back. Ha. Ha. Ha. It's not actually all bad. Compared with the trash on the telly such as Jersey Shore and Made in Chelsea (yes, I watch those too), the tween shows on Disney Channel have but a minor effect on the average teenage brain. I could give an extremely insightful piece of advice, such as 'never hide your true self from others, never be ashamed, always be the real you', but no. I'm gonna say go have a peek at the Disney Channel for some 'you' time, without feeling embarassed, because believe or not, some of the shows are actually funny. use it well. x.

Fraping.

2011-08-24T20:59:00.000+01:00

'Fraping' is one of the many luxuries that come with the social networking site Facebook. 'Fraping' or, 'Facebook Rape' is an extremely fun social activity, involving changing the info on another person's Facebook page, or changing their status. For many years now, I have always thought about the perfect frape. The reason I'm deciding to talk about frape is because, yes, I just fraped my brother, who is now a female, interested in both men and women, his birthday is tomorrow, and has just told the world that he has explosive diarrhea. Joy.
Even though the most common thing to do is to change the person's interests to 'Interracial Loving' and make their idol Hitler, wouldn't it be incredulously evil to tag an ex in their status declaring their undying love? Or write several intimate and personal wall posts on people's walls who you know that person hasn't seen or talked to in seven years. I think those type of posts might almost be too bad.. Anyways, a cheeky piece of advice, don't go the whole hog, but when you have the chance, do a little frape in a sad moment, and you will instantly have a smile on your face. use it well. x.

Birds.

2011-08-23T14:59:00.000+01:00

To quote the great 'Itskingsleybitch', I hate f*ckin' birds. Every morning, I'll be sitting outside with my breakfast, devouring the fresh fruit and pastries, and will suddenly have a craving for some orange juice. As I venture inside to fetch the citrus-ey beverage, nothing disturbs me more than to stroll back outside, and find little birds nibbling away at my kiwis and croissants. The bird's lucky enough to reside in an animal sanctuary, could it please have the courtesy to eat it's own bloody wild berries, not mine.
Thinking about it now, it would be the high life, wouldn't it? To be an average bird, that gets stuffed with pain au chocolat, and pieces of papaya served fresh every morning, why I'd be high on life. And I wouldn't stop there, I'd start sipping out of semi-empty wine glasses, and inhaling out of the end of cigarette butts. No one could stop me! Apart from, of course, human me, who would be at my neck with a chainsaw by then. Naturally I learned to cover the food with a napkin and I was henceforth free of burdens. My advice is becoming extremely pathetic, and only really useful on holiday, so I'll just keep it at saying, the life of a bird must be, to put it briefly, awesome. use it well. x.

Water Sports.

2011-08-22T15:40:00.001+01:00

OK, I'm sorry, the next weeks updates ARE gonna be constantly related to holiday type things. Don't get jealous, it's mainly because I cannot fathom to think of anything else. I'm writing this on a hotel pad of paper, because frankly, bringing your laptop onto the beach would be slightly peculiar.. I'm not talking about water sports in general, but more specifically water skiing. I'd congratulate you, and give you a standing ovation if you told me you could water ski, but I'm blatantly too lazy. I'm sorry.
Water skiing intrigues me. I feel I could never take it up because it takes a while to acquire the skills of a pro, or even an intermediate. And for the duration of that time, let's be honest, you do look like you're taking a shit on water, don't deny it. I've found this out from being observant, as I sit on my beach bed. Since I find it somewhat entertaining, I can assure myself I'm not the only one mocking the water skiiers from the beach, because there's not really anything else to look at whilst sunbathing. And watching beginner after beginner take the crouching toilet position is almost too funny. My advice would be.. well.. if you're a water skiier, (and good,) keep the work up, if not, don't even go there. use it well. x.

Ed Sheeran.

2011-08-21T21:53:00.000+01:00

I pray to God (or the magical leprechaun living in the core of the Earth) all of you know who I'm talking about. Please know, for Ed Sheeran is a lyrical genius. The song ' The A Team' is what made this young lad popular throughout the UK, so, being the musical madwoman I am, I had to investigate further. For a while, I thought he had no other songs. But then, THEN, my illegal torrents showed me the light, and presented to me approximately 25 other songs or duets with him. Can I just say i've had my 'Recently Added' playlist on repeat for the past 72 hours? He wrote everything he's done by himself, guitar, singing and rapping; he has now become one of my music idols (along with a bajillion bands and artists you won't know). I would probably fall in love with him, but he happens to have no soul (yes, he's a ginge), unfortunate really. Anyways, my piece of advice would be to toddle off to YouTube and, if you haven't heard 'The A Team', listen to that, then move on to 'Little Lady', 'So', 'Fall' or one of the numerous songs out. use it well. x.

Holidays.

2011-08-20T21:03:00.000+01:00

Yes, yes, I know we're in summer holidays. But being on holiday, and being 'on holiday' are two completely different things. Having arrived in *insert tropical island here* this morning, I cannot wait to delve into hardcore tanning and long hours in the gym.. (playing tennis).. (more tanning). Unfortunately, to my utter disgust, it's cloudy. Pfft. What is this? Clouds?! This island should now know what a cloud is. And.. oh no.. oh no she di'int. It's a rain shower. Multiple rain showers, to be precise. What a fabulous start to the holiday. Not to fear, the spa has allowed me to have my body delicately massaged for 60 minutes, making the first day successful so far. Followed by starting on the Michael McIntyre autobiography, in short, an epic book. A short write today, but I guess my advice is, even when the weather has become violent in the most lovely of places, there is always going to be something to do, whether it be as extravagant as the spa, or as low key as reading a book. use it well. x.

Flying.

2011-08-20T08:54:00.003+01:00

As I settle down in the rather uncomfortable seats provided in *enter airport name here* during my 3 hour stop on my way to *enter holiday destination here*, I reminisce of the 6 hour flight I have just had to endure. Eurgh. Don't you hate it when you sit down in your excruciatingly small cow class (economy) seat, and all you really feel like doing is plugging in your noise canceling headphones and having an epic catch up of the last six months of movies, and it so happens that your seat neighbour's aspirations are to be the next Mr. Chatty (from the Mr. Men books)? Oh come on, don't tell me you haven't read at least one or two. Well, that was my journey in a nutshell. It was quite sweet actually, the Pakistani was visiting his family back home. I almost 'awwed' in the plane. Almost.
Being in the position I am, an adolescent female, I do tend to retreat whenever an adult man who I have to be in close proximity with for a large amount of time strikes up a conversation. After an hour or so, I shoved on my headphones, whether he had stopped speaking or not. What happened to disturb me slightly, was towards the end of the flight, another passenger was looking for an empty seat, as their TV had broken, and the stewardess pointed out to the lovely Paki that he was in the wrong seat. He was meant to be in the empty seat next to him. Not next to me. OH MY GOD he's a pervert. At this point I'm silently having a fit, but acting completely unaware, and counting the seconds until we land. I was out of there faster than … there's no description I can think of in this foul mood clean enough to publish. Anyways, my advice could be don't talk to strangers, never travel alone, always check your seat neighbour's actual seat number.. who knows. Whatever you chose, use it well. x.

Love. #1.

2011-08-19T00:32:00.000+01:00

During my time blogging, I'm most certainly going to be writing about love more than once. Hence the '#1'. Having just had my monthly dose of infatuation (love movie), I've learned it's best not to dwell on the subject. Sometimes you run across it, sometimes you don't. Personally, I've been in love. Him.. not so much.
I'll share my love story over time, however long it takes me, however evidently interested you appear (or not). At this point I'm lost for words. I deduce it's a result of having too many things to say and stories to tell. And I think I've just stumbled upon my last words. This is inspired by a dear friend of mine, who's been there in the good and the bad times, they know who they are. What I'm going to say, is that boyfriends/girlfriends may be amusing at the time, but it's the best friends that you'll be grateful for in the end, because they're always be there for you. I suppose that's my piece of advice for this update. use it well. x.

McDonalds.

2011-08-18T21:18:00.001+01:00

There is something, God knows what it is, that is so amazingly amazing about McDonalds. Don't deny it, you've been there. Even though on average, each sole item possesses around 500 calories, we can't help but water at the mouth at the sight of a Big Mac. Having just had myself the most glorious Maccas meal via discount from an earlier purchase at WHSmith, I feel extremely satisfied. What's more, not only did I cut corners with the coupons, but my meal was also late.
As I started to develop clammy hands and a perspiring brow at the thought my McChicken Sandwich would never reach my salivating lips, the below average height foreign darling that had served me enquired 'Oi, couldya move out the way please, there's other people wanna eat, innit.' to which I pointed out I hadn't yet received my eats. After apologizing profusely, I was presented with, hold your breath, a large fries instead of medium, and an apple pie. Oh My God, yes. Day has been made. I guess there isn't really a piece of advice to give from this, apart from possibly heading to WHSmith for that free coupon, or straight to Mickey D's sometime soon. use it well. x.

Vlogs.

2011-08-17T21:22:00.001+01:00

Some people I don't understand, but also appreciatively admire are vloggers. Then again, I guess a blog is the same thing, but not virtual. A few vloggers that I look up to are such as charlieissocoollike, nerimon and RayWJ. Something I've noticed is that the majority of vloggers are male. I'm assuming you've already acknowledged that I am of XX chromosome origin. For simpleton's, I'm a chick.
I've remarked blogging as something that is much more popular with females, or maybe men are just more witty/nonsensical, and less self conscious, so are therefore able to elaborate their comedic videos with things such as funny faces or rude noises. Anyways, a piece of advice to all the mademoiselles out there, if your day needs to be stripped short of a few hours, try starting up a blog or vlog, not as a serious commitment, but have a bit of fun with it, and show the boys who's boss ;) use it well. x.

Harry Potter.

2011-08-17T18:18:00.002+01:00

As I lay on my excruciatingly uncomfortable fold out sofa bed, I smile gleefully at the finished torrent download that is a Harry Potter movie. I struggle to put together the words that summarize, in my mind, what Harry Potter is to me. No, I'm not one of those manic "Potterheads" or whatever you call them, but I did read the books, and do indeed have a thriving knowledge of the wizarding world, including spells, and their linguistic origins, great wizards and much much more.. And indeed a few weeks ago I did leave behind my childhood as I meandered out of the movie theatre, tears streaming down my cheeks after having watched the epic conclusion that was the final Harry Potter movie. No doubt you've watched it too, if not, sort yourself out. This certainly isn't a pragmatic piece of advice, but if you're ever feeling bored, or unenthusiastic, pull out the old Hazza P video cassette, DVD or illegal download and settle down with a friend and a blanket. Or go the whole hog and have a Harry Potter marathon. I've only ever made it to four of them in a row. use it well. x.

Diet Coke.

2011-08-17T03:12:00.000+01:00

It's almost 3am, and I am unable to sleep due to a certain thing called Coke. No, not the drug, the drink. Diet Coke, to be precise. Over the past few days, I've begun to realize I may have a certain addiction to the thing. At 0 calories, at least it's not a bad thing. 'It's worse for you than regular coke!' I hear you scream. 'Fuck off!' I scream back.
There are two types of people in this world, those who drink regular Coke, and those who drink Diet Coke. How distraught would you feel, if you were God, or whatever greater meaning there is that placed us on Earth, and the population had divided into the 'diets' and the 'regulars'? I'm thinking not so great. At least it's not Still and Sparkling Water, or Butter and Margarine. Perhaps our fondness for this overexposed carbonated beverage will begin to show up on compatibility tests in the future. Better start choosing your side now readers, or conversation at the dinner table could run dry quickly. use it well. x.

Comfort Eating.

2011-08-16T22:58:00.001+01:00

Have you ever had that moment when.. Who am I kidding, we've all had that moment, where you're eating some form of junk food, for example, chocolate. And you're eating your chocolate, and you suddenly start to feel a bit bloated due to the excessive chocolate eating. Then you begin to gather the knowledge that your swimsuit body has turned into lumps and love handles. And it starts to depress you just slightly. But wait, what's this? Chocolate, right in front of you! The ultimate comfort food, to which I will just help myself to a couple pieces of. Oof. I suddenly feel a bit full.. possibly a bit bloated. Wait, where did my hip bone go?! Why have my boobs grown a cup size and where's my flat tummy? Piece of advice? Never keep junk snacks around the house.. Try raspberries or carrot sticks. Whilst watching TV, you won't notice the difference, apart from feeling a lot better inside :) use it well. x.

Summer Thoughts.

2011-08-16T21:56:00.000+01:00

Since it's summer, not much is going on teenage wise. Unless, of course, you include summer socialising. Constant Facebook updates with mentions of multiple palatial locations whilst you're sat in bed in your hometown browsing isohunt and .. let's not call it stalking, rather.. "pursuing" friends', excuse me, "friends'" profile pages doesn't exactly make me feel superb. And I know I'm not alone here. I mean, I drink, I smoke, I do the social thing, but it couldn't possibly be that every upper class socialite or low life chav apart from me could be "clubbing" with their "friends" at Cannes, Ibiza or *insert prestigious party town here*. Excuse me if taking a few days off from life doesn't match your standards, but hopefully one day, you'll be serving at the same club you party at, whilst searching for a worthwhile job through 'Daddy's Contacts'. This could be taken as a piece of advice, or not. If you're out clubbing, have fun while it lasts, (GCSE/A-Level Results Day). If not, like me, don't feel bad. Relax, take a chill pill, find a job or something. If you're working, good for you, I'll see you on the flipside. use it well. x.

Pilot.

2011-08-16T21:11:00.001+01:00

Hi there. This blog isn't going to be an entirely personal blog, though I do love them oh so much. It will relate to those who surround me in my life, the circumstances into which teenage girls end up in, the advice we all seek, and a general forum of my oh so tragic life. So relax on the couch, microwave some popcorn and, use it well. x.