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![]() ![]() by Jasmine Chapgar I was feeling a bit worn-out, and my eyes were rather tired. So, in order to rejuvenate them, I decided to try something my dear aunt from Indonesia recommended to me. She said “Cut juicy slices of cucumber and put them over your eyes for 15 minutes or so. You will feel ever so refreshed afterward." I went to the fridge, pulled out a big cucumber, cut two thick, juicy slices and headed for my brother’s room, which is much cleaner and darker since he’s at camp and isn’t there to mess it up. I lay down and proceeded to put the cucumbers over my eyes. Well, let me tell you something – a lot of unseen problems come with this remedy! The cucumbers wouldn’t stay on my eyes. Sorry, my face is not a straight horizontal plane; it slopes! The darn things kept sliding down into my ears, leaving it’s mark of cucumber juice on my face. After several tries, and much face wiping, I managed to get them precariously balanced on top of my eyeballs. However, these things were freezing! I felt like my eyeballs were going to burn, or turn into ice balls or some other horrifying thought. Three seconds couldn’t go by until I had to take them off and try to warm up my freezing eyeballs. Eventually I resolved to merely squinching up my eyes as much as possible, which not only gave a little more protection, but also created heat from the strain. After a few minutes of this though, I had to stop and rub my eyes. All that cucumber juice got in them! Instead, I decided to put the cucumber slices on my forehead. Ah… that was much much better. It wasn’t an unbearable cold, and it even felt a little refreshing. This was the state that my uncle (who, by the way, is deaf) found me, lying in a room during the day with the blinds drawn with cucumbers on my forehead and my eyes closed. I heard him in the doorway, and looked up to see that he was making a lot of surprised and bewilidered hand motions, and some puzzled noises. There was one problem – I took my contacts out in order to put the cucumbers over my eyes, and couldn’t see a bloody thing. So, I sat up on my arms, took the cucumbers off and started laughing. My mom came in and told my that my uncle thinks I’ve gone crazy. I just laughed. |
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Some insist that the only way to describe Jasmine Chapgar is to scream the word, "Gaa!" Evan Hohlfeld is one such person. Hello, Evan.
I know you're at Chuck's house right now as you're reading this. And everyone else who
stops by this article and reads it can go ahead and scratch their heads as hard they want
and say "Huh?" as many times as they want, but I don't care. And I don't care if
Jasmine gets mad that all her bio turned out to be was me saying Hi to Evan over the Internet,
because I should be allowed to say Hi to Evan over the Internet whenever I want to. In fact, I
think I'll do it again: |
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