This is why I'm not a famous blogger

It's been over two weeks since my last, real entry, which isn't really that long ago, except that I usually never go this long without blogging. I wish I could say I've been off doing something great like kicking ass and taking names. Or Opium.

What really happened was a brief prison sentence. Which may or may not be because of the male prostitute ring that I was known for overseeing and facilitating.

Okay, seriously, what really happened?

1. Finals happened that pretty much beat me down to a pulp. That entire week I was desperately wishing my coffee contained something a little more than just coffee.

2. Laziness ensued not long after. After screwing up my sleeping pattern during my study sessions for finals, blogging was not happening, neither was thinking.

3. I actually think I covered pretty much everything. But it seems weird to stop at number two, so I'm going to pretend I have a third reason. Like maybe I got a job or something.

A play by play of my brain activity after finishing my finals:

Samm: Okay, now that finals is over, we can relax and take it easy. And maybe find some time to write a blog entry or two.

Brain: DOES NOT COMPUTE

Samm: I’m only saying, we don't have to, let's just watch some movies or something and relax.

Brain: ERROR! GLITCH! DOES NOT COMPUTE!

Samm: BITCH, JUST FUCKING RELAX! PLEASE!

So that, ladies and gentlemen, is why I haven't been blogging lately.

Oh and also,



Went boxing day shopping yesterday and snagged myself a flap bag like the one above. All is good.

"Fashion condemns us to many follies; the greatest is to make ourselves its slave." - Napoleon Bonaparte

Happy holidays everyone! (Will be back sometime next week, maybe sooner.)

Playing games.

Games. It's all a part of dating and relationships. Everyone plays them and anyone who says they don't is probably lying. And I'm talking about games like the one where we say “I don’t care about you” because we can't let the other person know that we really do care about them and we don't want to show all our cards. Only then sometimes the person we really want doesn’t take the bait and we end up playing alone. Stupid bait.

Or the game where you try to make the one who really care about jealous by completely ignoring them and flirting with someone else who you couldn't care less about. Only that doesn't work either and sometimes you're left alone at the end of the night because they saw right through you and wasn't impressed and kind of hurt.

Or the game where you play hard to get. But we all know most of the time, that doesn't work.

I guess what I'm trying to say is that more often than not, games are more hurtful than harmless. Yeah it's kind of bullshit. Actually, it's really bullshit.

The one where I have to act like a cold hearted bitch (but I'm really not)

A few weeks ago, one of my guy friends asked me how I felt about him. I could tell it took a lot of courage for him to admit his feelings for me. So I looked him deep in the eyes, and opened my mouth, ready to answer him.

And I answered him the way I usually answer things...with brute/untamed force. I punched him in the face.

Totally kidding, I'm not a violent person. I've never even punched anyone before. In fact, I never hit people, unless someone takes my hand and thereby forces me to hit them with it. I answered him with brutal honesty.

I'm not a brutally honest person, so this was tough for me. When I have to tell someone bad news, I do it lightly. I tread carefully. I beat around the bush until they bring their hands up to choke me for the truth. In short, I'm not good at turning people down. I'm not a doormat of any sort, but I'm careful about how I say things. Too careful almost.

Instead of being like one of my closest friends, who is the bluntest person I know, and who would be all, "Dude, no way, I'm not interested. And I'm sleeping with your brother" or something along the same lines of awesome, I have to sugar coat everything.

Anyways, all that aside, it's not like my opinion of him will change. He's still my friend and an awesome guy, and I will probably act as if nothing out of the ordinary ever happened the next time I see him. Also, no one will ever ask me out again out of fear that I will end up really punching them in the face next time.

Song today is Metric - Gold Guns Girls

"The most beautiful clothes that can dress a woman are the arms of the man she loves. But for those who haven't had the fortune of finding this happiness, I am there."

- Yves Saint Laurent, 1983

I fell into the twitter trap

I finally made an account after months and months of dragging my feet on the whole thing. I'm not sure how I feel about this whole twitter thing, I still don't understand the whole hype around it. And I know I'm totally lame because everyone else got one like forever ago, but I was never good at keeping up with the times.

For instance, I learned today "FTW" meant "for the win." I think I even used it once without knowing what it meant. Did everyone else know this? Why does no one tell me anything?

Follow me here. I'm not a snob. Promise.

And here's a comic I adore. Calvin and Hobbes always melts my heart.



Song today is an old favorite: Portishead - Glory Box.

"I have often said that I wish I had invented blue jeans: the most spectacular, the most practical, the most relaxed and nonchalant. They have expression, modesty, sex appeal, simplicity - all I hope for in my clothes."

- Yves Saint Laurent

Misinformed

(Click to enlarge)


Source: We the Robots

Sometimes fashion gives you orgasms.

I have blogger's block like you wouldn't believe.

I never know what to blog about these days. So that means I'm going to blog about the boots I bought over the weekend. They're so gorgeous, I want to have babies with them.

Just kidding, that was a lie. I'm not going to blog about reproducing spawns with my boots, so please don't close the window.

Anyways. I really don't know what to blog about. All that comes to mind is this morning when my aunt asked me what language they speak in Italy. And when I was like "um, Italian", she was like "no, those are the people."

And then I was about to roll my eyes at her, but then I thought about it, and that sounds awfully like something I would say. Like this one time when I was in the car with my boyfriend and we passed by the Mongolian Grill and I asked him in all seriousness, "I wonder what kind of food they serve there?" Yeah. I know, I know. It's the Mongolian-fucking-grill. I realized that after some thought.

Sorry for wasting your time, I just realized that this post really has no point. I told you guys I have major blogger's block. I started reading week today so hopefully I have time to sit down to write a proper post in the next few days.

When October ends, November begins

Maybe I'm just greedy. Possibly greedy.

It appears I have a significant issue with willpower and shoes, in particularly boots. It seems I’d be willing to spend my last dollar (and probably yours) on a pair of black boots that I don’t need.

I’ll stop short of saying I’d probably trade my future new born for a really nice pair but only because I don’t want to see it in print. This is why I shouldn't have kids (and probably won't either way.)

My rationality is that it's not like I have a lot of boots. Last time I counted I have 4 pairs, 2 of which I don't really wear. Because one of them are a pair of Uggs and as comfortable as they are, they are reserved for my super super lazy days. When you see me in my Uggs, avoid me because I'm probably a lean mean fighting machine that day. A force to be reckoned with and no good will come out of talking to me. And the other pair are these oxford booties that have a 4 inch heel that I nearly sprained my ankle in trying to run down the steps last year.

Anyways I haven't bought the black boots I've been eyeing yet. But I know I will this weekend because I have no willpower to resist them. An invisible force will pull me towards them, except that this "force" doesn't really need to pull me, I will happily oblige and run with the force. I've settled on a simple black pair that will never ever go out of style, given that trends keep changing and my bank account keeps depleting itself and can't quite keep up with my frivolous spending.

This must be what trying to quit smoking is like. Just don’t buy the pack and you can succeed.

With me it’s just don’t go near the mall and I will succeed. But no. How many pairs of shoes does one person actually need?

Song today is Sébastien Tellier's La Ritournelle

How NOT to study. It's crucial knowledge. All the smart kids are doing it.

So like I've said, I haven't been blogging in the last week mostly because of school and studying for my midterms. And by "studying" I really mean cracking open my textbook for the first time, inhaling that new book smell, reading a paragraph, and then slamming it shut a minute later to browse asos.com. Don't start laughing because I am not joking.

If there's one thing I'm spectacular at, it's wasting time.

I'm not a good studier. I don't think anyone would say that they're good at it, but I am just really that bad. I don't know the meaning of diligence. Focus? What's that? Concentration? Never heard of it. Sorry, that's completely foreign to me. So don't you dare tell me to concentrate on my work ever again.

So since I adore the readers of my blog so much and don't want you guys to make the same mistakes that I make, I made up a list of things NOT to do when studying. I care.

1. Don't get up from your study session to stand in line for Tim Hortons because you absolutely need that second cup of coffee and muffin and you will die (seriously!) without it even though the line is already a million people long.

2. Don't go to the bathroom 7 more times (after already going 13 times) during your study session to look at your makeup and hair.

3. Don't go over to your boyfriend/girlfriend's place to study. You WILL get distracted. This is a given.

4. Don't sit down, read two lines from the textbook, and then decide to get a snack even though you just ate a whole meal five minutes ago. Then go back to studying. Then continuously get up to get food every 5 minutes after that until your kitchen is depleted and you're too full and sleepy to study anymore.

5. Don't study and then somehow teleport over to the computer and mysteriously be playing facebook games. Those things cannot get enough of me, honestly now. How I got from my studying desk upstairs to my computer downstairs I don't know.

6. Don't get into full scale arguments with your guy friend about whether or not Chloe Sevigny is hot.

7. Don't stare out the window at nothingness even if nothingness is probably better than your textbook.

8. Don't start writing Zeus hate mail when you should be studying about him.

9. Don't go to the bathroom one more time to check your make up or hair.

10. Don't let those people who go around passing out pamphlets at your school and petitions to sign distract you from your studying. Your mantra should be all "Okay, go away crazy dumbass idiot." Why do people always talk to me?

11. Don't gesture for people to come over to your study table and make "small conversation" that lasts more than 2 seconds.

12. And then get into debates with them about whether or not Chloe Sevigny is hot. (She's totally is and her wardrobe is to die for.)

13. Don't get Celine Dion songs stuck in your head.

So I know it's hard to believe, but I actually am a hard worker. I just don't know how to study properly. (My boyfriend says he likes girls who are hardworking, so guess what? I'm hardworking. Now that I've clarified that, please don't break up with me.)

Song today is Imogen Heap - Not Now, But Soon off her latest album Ellipse.

All in due time

I've been so busy with school and midterms I haven't had time to write an actual blog post. For some weird, mysterious, and unknown reason I haven't gotten much done so far despite studying practically this whole week (Read: I don't study like a normal person should). Next post will be on "How NOT to study" because I care about you guys so much and I want you guys to learn from my mistakes. Which I will get around to writing after Wednesday.

PS. Taylor Momsen texting on the Keybo. I told you all my phone was Gossip Girl worthy.

I could live like this:

The one where I almost go blind and die

It's 7:42 am.
I'm staring at myself bleary-eyed in the mirror. I'm dead tired.

I notice the remains of yesterday's mascara smudged around my eye, so I grab a cotton pad, saturate it in liquid, and press it against my right eye.

IT BURNS.

Wincing and cursing, I manage to pry open my good eye, and splash some water into the stinging one. I turn my good eye to the counter to see a large pink bottle, not a small blue bottle of makeup remover.

I then realize I have just put nail polish remover in my eye.

I've never been so happy to not read "Please avoid contact with eyes" in my life. I need to stop trying to kill myself in the mornings.

Anyways, on another note, I got bored with my hair the other day and decided to cut my own bangs. HOW do people manage bangs? Tell me people. Is there some kind of thing you gotta do to make them behave? They're in my face all the time, the pieces are all all over the place and I feel like I'm hiding behind a veil of hair all the time. It's disastrous. Anyways, everyone loves the fringe look on me, but that's because I'm the one who has to them all nice and style them in the morning so that it looks good for all of y'all. Alas, it's another story when I wake up in the mornings. Everything is another story in the mornings really.


I took this with my phone so that's why the quality is all crappy.

Happy Friday!

Song today is Ben Folds - Still Fighting It

One of those days

You know when you have one of those days? Where everything goes totally wrong and even if it doesn’t go totally wrong, it’s stupid anyway? Well I’ve had one of those months. And unfortunately it’s continuing. Alas, things don’t seem to be looking up for me. I can't seem to catch a break.

Will write more on this when I have another spare moment.

What I said and what I really meant

What I say: "I don’t care what we do."
What I mean: "I don’t care what we do. I don't have any ideas. Pick something already, and I’ll be fine with it. Just don’t make me make all the decisions!"

What I say: "Let me check my schedule. I may be really busy with school."
What I mean: "Let me figure out if the incredibly hot guy I’ve been seeing and shacking up with is into me and asks me out on another date. If I don't hear from him, then I'm all yours."

What I say: "I don't know what you're talking about."
What I mean: "I know exactly what you're talking about. In fact, I remember it so clearly that I am having trouble keeping a straight face as I say this to you. But if feigning ignorance is the only way to get you off my back, so be it."

What I say: “Well, how do you think you would figure out this math problem sweetie?”
What I mean: “Well lovely child, let me tell you a little somethin' somethin'. After taking a math supplementary program, honors math in high school, two years and going of university, and working at a goddamn math center, I honestly have no idea how to figure out this question. I'm not even sure it's written in English, since none of this looks remotely familiar. Honestly, I think that this might be in Dutch. Or Latin. So skip it. Go ask someone else, and get away from me, before I make a fool out of myself and admit that grade 7 math is beyond me."

What I say: "I really like you."
What I mean: "I'm crazy about you."

Songs today are Animal Collective - Brother Sport and Kings of Leon - Manhattan

"Did you just say you play the guitar? In that case you need to get in my bed. Like, now."

Saw Jason Mraz in concert on Friday. He was great (everything sounded so much better live than on any of his albums), and he just oozes effortless cool- something I will never, ever be able to do.

Anyways, I'm not going to say much except that he plays an acoustic guitar. He plays an acoustic guitar? He plays an acoustic guitar! No matter how I say it, the bottom line is that he's a stud because he's plays the guitar.

Don't judge me based on what I say

I have a lot on my plate this week. If my workload continues to be as crazy in the following weeks to come, the chances of me forming coherent sentences on this blog will go down by 87.9%. (Trust me, this number is absolutely correct. I took statistics and calculus, you know. If anyone knows about this kind of stuff, it's me. Unless you read this entry, then you know I'm lying when I say you can quote any calculations I make.)

Anyways I shouldn't be allowed to talk anymore (this is what my "friend" suggests to me everyday, and now I'm starting to agree with him), because everytime I do, it's always about how I don't like the weather or how sick I am or how layering clothes has me feeling smothered. Where did this feeling come from? I used to love wearing coats, boots, scarves and multiple layers. Now clothes make me feel claustrophobic. This is coming from someone who is completely, completely fashion obsessed. WHAT is happening to me? It's like I've become possessed by some nudist cult or something. I should be murdered.

Today's songs are The Teenagers - Love No and The Black Ghosts - Face

Coming up with plausible excuses is one of my many, many useful talents.

"I'm sick."

This will always, always be my favorite excuse for anything. Why were you late? Because I'm sick. How come you're taking your shitty moodiness out on me? I'm sick. I thought you said you were going to help me with so and so today. Sorry, I can't. I'm sick. You're being highly annoying right now. Don't talk to me like that, I'm sick, you don't even know what I'm going through right now, asshole!

Et cetera, et cetera.

Then if people tell you you're "being ridiculous," you can say to them, "Well, duh, that's because I'm sick." Trust me, people will leave you alone after this.

Another good one is "I fell down the stairs." No one really uses this one a lot and it's more specific than "I hurt myself", so it's believable. Or "I have food poisoning" which is a step higher than the general "I'm sick." You see, I put a lot of thought into these kinds of things.

Of course, I am actually sick. That's why I haven't been blogging as much lately. (See? It's perfect). But really, I'm actually sick. I've barely gotten any sleep lately because I've been coughing my head off at night. I feel terrible, I have no appetite, and I'm always in a bad mood as a result. Not a happy camper. I'm also taking three different kinds of meds, all to no avail. And I didn't go to class today either, of course. Take pity on the sick girl.

I would seriously give up three years of my life, if it means that I will live the remaining years of my life untouched by sickness. I think if I add up the days and days I've spent sick in bed and suffering from coughs and cold, it would span for months and months.

Songs today are MK Ultra, Undisclosed Desires, and I Belong to You off the new Muse album, The Resistance. You can download the entire album here. Enjoy.

Happy Thursday everyone.

"Bros before hoes." Why? Because your bros are always there for you. They have got your back after your ho rips yours heart out for no good reason. And you are nothing but great to your ho, and you told her that she was the only ho for you, and that she was better than all the other hoes in the world... and then... and then suddenly she's not yo' ho' no mo'.

- Michael Scott, The Office

Yay I flashed bunch of total strangers today

Way way way too hot today. Should have worn less clothes. We're having better weather in September than we did back in July, it's ridiculous.

Speaking of less clothes, I think I might've flashed everyone at the train station today and gave everyone a great view of my ass...skirt kinda-might've-probably rode up an extraordinary amount while I was walking up the train steps. You're welcome Calgary.

I wasn't even the slightest embarrassed as these types of things happen to me a lot. I also have a habit of reaching out for poles that don't exist when I lose my balance on the train. And then I try to play it off cool but that doesn't work either.

I think I've lost the ability to be embarrassed. No, probably not.

Okay, that's all. This blog is becoming more and more about my dumb, ditzy self and less and less about my real self...which isn't really all that dumb and ditzy. Going to take a shower (hot water isn't running for some reason today so I'm reduced to showering in freezing ice cold water) and then some reading. Here's a picture of an extremely yummy looking grilled cheese sandwich:



Song today is Empire of the Sun - We Are the People

"If I could make the world as pure and strange as what I see, I'd put you in the mirror I put in front of me."

My needs are important (obviously) / The trapeze swinger

Lately, my life has been all about trying to figure out my schedule for school and it's not working very well as every single class I am trying to get into is completely full and no one seems to be dropping anything.

Hello? People? Don't you realize that my needs are extremely important? I demand you appease my wishes and drop that accounting class so I can take your spot! I will bake you cookies. I can't promise that they will be the greatest cookies ever though.

I have been at the computer CONSTANTLY checking for open classes on PeopleSoft, refreshing the page every 5 minutes. The only time I stepped away from the computer was for food, to quickly dye my hair (running downstairs shortly afterwards with my shower cap on to keep guard of my class) and for food.

And (while we're on the subject of things that drive me crazy) can someone tell me WHAT is with all the concerts this year?! I am broke and yet all these bands keep coming to town to taunt me. I have been practicing a lot of self control lately. WTF METRIC WTF...why couldn't you come at a time when I had money?

Also, I've been on edge a lot lately, and although irritating, none of the above has anything to do with it. Little things drive me up the wall, and I feel terrible for snapping at people who happen to be within my vicinity when my aggravation strikes. Either I turn into some super bitch or I refuse to talk at all. I think it might be because of myself than anybody else. I'm hoping that it will pass within the next few days.

Yikes. Run for cover people. This post has been all about ME and what I NEED and what needs to be changed in order to accommodate MY wishes. (I am not like this usually, I promise).

Some more food pictures...breakfast edition:




Song today is Iron & Wine - The Trapeze Swinger

Jekyll Hyde, Hyde, Jekyll Hyde Jekyll, Jekyll.

Feeling down in the dumps. Things are going kind of weird for me right now. Not sure where this is coming from and why. More to come later.

All my dreams have come true at last

*You're allowed to skip everything I've written and just drool at the pictures.

Someone has answered my prayers. Coldstone Creamery has come to Calgary! I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me when we drove by the sign that read NEW! COLDSTONE CREAMERY (or something along the lines of that...I can't really remember for I was way too excited). If I was the one driving, a U-turn would have been made. Apparently, they've opened branches in three Tim Horton locations. THREE! That's like, triple the goody goodness.

I had it on Sunday, and I already know we're going to have a great relationship. The best of the best. Nothing can come between me and my ice cream.











I want it now. NOW. NOW.

All of this would look even better in my belly. Seriously...so so good. Here's the full creation menu.

PS. I can't believe it's already September. This is my last week of freedom before school starts up again and my schedule's not even done. Let me weep. Summer is over.

Song today is Norah Jones - Come Away With Me

PC: flickr and google

Facebook destroys relationships

Why you think you look better than you actually are.

Don't ask the mirror who's the fairest of them all - your brain will tell you lies.

Read the article here

Someone stop me, please

Oh my goodies. I'm trying to figure out what to order off of E.L.F. (for those who don't know, most of their makeup is a dollar!!) since some of my friends are doing a mass order off the site. I've known about this site for quite a while now, but was always skeptical of the quality. I guess we'll find out how much bang for the buck I get when we all receive our orders.

Once in a while we came across an item that sells for more than a dollar, and I'm realizing that this whole dollar shit is making me cheap. Suddenly, everything more than a dollar sounds absolutely outrageous.

They have a "mineral" line, which sells makeup at $5, and I find myself exclaiming "FIVE dollars?! That's ridiculous!" and refusing to buy it.

(Eventually I came to my senses, realized that I'm probably the ridiculous one, and decided to add the items to my shopping cart anyways.)

Anyways, here are some of the things I've accumulated so far:










Everything above is a dollar each except for the Candy Shop lip tins ($2) and the blush/bronzer duo ($3). I'm tempted to list everything I have so far but I figured that no one probably cares and have already skipped this entire entry altogether. I'm such a girl.

Song today is Band of Horses - No One's Gonna Love You

Sarah Jessica Parker / Only in dreams

How, how, HOW can someone not like Sarah Jessica Parker?

It's a hard thing for me to understand. She is so cute and funny and smart and quirky (not to mention fashionable). I think she's incredibly special, with so so so much personality. I just spent an hour watching her interviews on Youtube, and was thoroughly entertained for that entire hour.

It is so hard not to fall in love with SJP.

Song today is Weezer - Only In Dreams

This is the cutest thing I have ever seen:

What a cute little Max he makes. My gosh, I want to eat him up.

Things I will never regret

Today I have decided to do a list of things I will never regret, as I have been doing my fair share of regretting lately:

- going out for a jog, even if it is a short one
- eating healthy
- going for the first kiss
- asking for what I want
- listening to Here Comes the Sun anytime, anywhere
- having that cup of coffee in the morning
- cutting certain people loose
- purchasing the concert tickets

There we go. That was fun.

In other news, I think that my belly piercing is rejecting, and I want to take it out...except that I can't unscrew the stupid barbell ball! I am freaking out and panicking cause I don't want to wait for the darn thing to reject and leave a scar, but I have tried everything and it still won't come out! Not really sure as to what I should do now.

And now you know everything.

I know, I know, my blog has become very boring lately(not that it was very interesting to begin with, but it has been especially lame for these past couple of weeks). Hopefully it will resurrect from this highly, highly unsatisfactory state soon.

I had a very low key, relaxing long weekend. One of the things I did was watch the Exorcist, and now I walk around with the constant fear that I'll somehow become possessed and start crawling down the stairs backwards, or that someone in my house will. If in fact, that does happen, I will probably have to stab that person, family or not. The first few nights afterwards I had trouble sleeping because that's what happens when I watch a horror movie on that level...sometimes I even imagine that my bed is shaking. Seriously, this kind of possession shit scares the hell out of me.

I have avoided watching this movie for years now, and the only reason why I watched it this weekend is because of this guy I like. I don't do this for everyone, I'll let you know, so I guess this means he's somewhat of a big deal or something. And he also complained about me not blogging about him, and so here I am, doing that too, practically professing my like for a guy. On MY BLOG! I don't even know who I am anymore.

The things I put up with and do for him. Clearly I am the giver in this relationship.

(I just realized that someone who did not spot the humor when reading this would be thinking, "wow what is a cute, smart girl like you doing with a guy like him" but of course this is more of an inside joke if you will. If you're reading this- I think you're great, and now I expect you to write a rap song in return for me.)

PS. I managed to snag tickets (face value, through sheer luck!) to these guys, who are playing Thursday. Really, really excited for this!



Songs today are Modest Mouse's King Rat and Whale Song. New EP is very good.

Obsession du jour: My Secret Playlist

On My Secret Playlist musicians, DJs and producers are invited to write about eight songs that are inspiring them right now. You can hear some of the tunes that the artists select and discover a whole heap of cool music along the way. Some of the musicians to compile a Secret Playlist so far include The Dandy Warhols, The B52s, Donna Summer (disco, baby), Girl Talk, Cold War Kids, Moby, The Presets and The Vines.

Source: lostate minor

Le Fabuleux Destin d'Amélie Poulain

I will never tire of this movie.

PC: moviesinframes

In class and not being productive...what's new.

Say you'll be there

Was listening to old school Backstreet Boys in my friend's car today and it triggered some kind of 90's music marathon.

Music Playlist at MixPod.com

See that shit

Oh god Cormac McLaggen. This scene was so ridiculously sexual, I DIED at the hilarity of this moment.

Next time I'm sending someone to the hospital

I just experienced the most intense pillow fight of my life, that involved some unconventional kicking and tackling. I am in serious pain all over. Which explains the various bruises on my legs, and my friend's swollen lip and a bump on the forehead. (Oh yes I can cause injuries like that, watch out and don't underestimate a small girl like me).

This is legitimate pain we're talking about here...I usually have a pretty high pain tolerance, and this actually hurts.

I may be losing my mind because every time I got kicked or tackled, I would laugh out loud as if I was being tickled and not attacked. Which led the others to think I was some kind of freak for laughing after subject to torture.

I am seeking revenge next week same place, same time. After I do some healing.

Going to see Harry Potter tomorrow. To say I'm excited is probably an understatement.

Girl in a Coma - Their Cell

"If you break Photo Booth, it's seven years bad hipster luck -- which probably means your favorite bands will be featured in an "American Idol" Ford commercial and your American Apparel shirt will stretch out."

- Anatomy of a Hipster #114

Mary's Song

Did you know that it is possible to make a fool out of yourself enough times that you become immune to embarrassment? I know this because every time I trip or bump into something nowadays, I don't look around nervously and reassure myself thinking, "nobody saw that." Instead, I bring it to everyone's attention and announce it as loud and clear as I can. Now that is what I'm all about.


Taylor Swift - Mary's Song
(I've come to terms that I will not be attending her concert tomorrow and I'm a little bit sad about it. There, I said it.)

L’esprit de escalier: (French) The feeling you get after leaving a conversation, when you think of all the things you should have said. Translated it means “the spirit of the staircase.”

F - I - E - R - C - E / Laughing With

Happy Canada Day! Unfortunately, this post has nothing to do with Canada or anything remotely Canadian for that matter. But I will dedicate a few lines of this blog as to be patriotic. Including mention of the fact that we are 142 years old, so Happy Birthday Canada! FYI, I am ridiculously proud to be Canadian.

Actually, this post is all about RiRi.
Been very impressed with Rihanna's style lately, so I've decided I have to do a post on her.








I almost cried when I saw Paris Hilton sporting this Alexander Wang dress. I'm pretty sure somewhere out there, Alex Wang himself was probably crying too. Rihanna looks fabulous in it, as expected.

Rihanna has been rocking some serious style the last few weeks. I love how she's not afraid to take risks and just go all out. Never been a fan of hers until as of lately.

In my opinion, Rihanna > Beyonce anyday.
(Even though Beyonce has been stepping up her game lately, I feel like she comes off as a kind of second rate copy cat version of Rihanna.)

The lesson here is to bounce back from a scandal (Chris Brown, nude photos anyone?) by dressing well/fierce and everyone will forget about it.

Songs today are Regina Spektor's Laughing With and Eet

Math + Logic = Not installed in my brain

Not really sure why I am reading the New York Times instead of finishing my historical essay. It's a five page essay with two parts due Wednesday and I haven't really started it yet, so of course I'm sitting here thinking that I should blog about something. About anything.

That's what happens when there's something important needed to be done, a million other more interesting things come up.

Anyways in accordance with the title of this entry, I'm not a mathematical genius.

In fact, numbers in general are not really my forte. I am what my friend calls the "history/language/insightful/creative artsy fartsy" type and not the "science/math/numbers /black and white loser" type. These are her words and not mine by the way, so if you're going to be offended, don't be offended at me. Although I must admit I like her descriptions, they are fabulous.

And that's why when I got hit with a decision analysis question worth seven marks (which combines both of my shortfalls of math and logic) on my BSEN final that I didn't memorize step by step exactly how to do, I lost out on all seven marks. I just couldn't logic my way through it.

What I actually did was punch in combinations of numbers from the question sheet into my calculator, hoping that I would somehow get one of the multiple choice answers. Didn't happen.

Ended up filling all seven questions out with b's. Anyways I don't really care anymore anyways, like I said, I just needed to blog about something.

And just for randoms:





Song today is Michael Jackson's Remember the Time. Asides from his music and talent, he is also probably the most fashionable man that has ever lived.

Too much cool in one picture

Mary Kate & Ashley Olsen, Amy Winehouse and Karl Lagerfield

I wonder how this will turn out...

Bumped into an old acquaintance today, thus what the "A" stands for.

A: I'm so excited! I'm getting a tattoo tomorrow!
Me: Oh really? First one?
A: Yeah, I've wanted a tattoo for the past 3 years now. You have one right?
Me: Yeah (shows her my tattoo) So what are you gonna get?
A: Wow, I really like that (yada yada yada). I'm probably going to get Chinese words, but I don't know of what yet.
Me (biting my tongue and trying not to cringe): Alright....well, do you know where you want it at least?
A: I'm thinking the small of my back but I don't know, I'll probably figure it out by tomorrow.
Me: (too tired to deal with this conversation): Great, well, good luck with that.

I think this may be why laser tattoo removal was invented.

Life In Technicolor

Going to see COLDPLAY tonight! For those of you who know me, you know I've been bragging about going to this since the day I got the tickets...so for about 2 entire months now. I will bring this up to anyone that will listen. Or not listen, it doesn't matter really. No one has a choice.

Hopefully my camera doesn't break down again, which happened last time when I went to see the Killers. Will post up pictures for sure this time!

"By day, I was a women’s studies minor, wrote a weekly feminist column for the student newspaper, and was president of the National Organization of Women on campus. By night, I really, really, really just wanted to be spanked"

–Jessica Wakeman, as quoted in Gawker.

*sigh* Feminists.

Grow Up and Blow Away

I am deathly scared of earthworms and I'll go to the farthest extent possible to avoid them. If I see it from a distance and feel that it may be a threat to my life (almost always), I might throw the largest and nearest object I can find. And if by luck, the object smashes it to its death, I still won't touch it. The big point here is I would never intentionally touch a worm by any means.

This notion was put to the test today when me and my friend were sitting outside on the grass on campus in the sun talking and eating lunch. As we were talking, I started picking at the grass on the ground, unaware that a huge worm was wriggling a few cm away from my hand. As I saw it, I screamed (attracting all kinds of attention), jumped up and proceeded to drag my friend as far away as possible. She pretty much pissed herself laughing. Anyways I went to the washroom later to wash my hands for about 10 minutes, even though I didn't touch it. The point is that it was near me.

I am also scared of moths and centipedes. I know I'm like 10000x bigger than them. You're probably thinking, "wow what a girl." Believe me, I know. I'm aware of how silly I sound right now.

Anyways at least it gave me something to blog about.

PS. I hate when random people try to strike up a conversation with me on the train. And don't stop even when I completely ignore them. When did people become so persistent?

Metric - Grow up and Blow Away

"Where are the people?" resumed the little prince at last. "It’s a little lonely in the desert…"
"It is lonely when you’re among people, too," said the snake.

— Antoine de Saint Exupéry, The Little Prince

Did a lot today, accomplished nothing.

Going to shut off the laptop, shut off the cell phone and crawl into bed with a good book and shut out the world. I feel like I am the queen of bad decisions. Maybe I'll become smart one day. I dream big.

Bedshaped

Yesterday sucked. Today sucked. Tomorrow sucked.

Okay, not really...but I've been cell phone less for quite a few days now, and then I find out yesterday that I won't be getting it until Tuesday night or something. Terrific. Apparently they don't have that particular phone in stock or something. I think I'm going through the effects of some kind of textual withdrawal.

Anyways I feel lame for complaining, it's not that big of a deal. Or it shouldn't be at least.


And in addition to feeling lame, I feel boring. I think I need to go out and do something crazy again.

PS. I love that some yahoo answers just make you go wtf??:



Two posts in one day...this is progress, I'm getting back on track.

Keane - Bedshaped

Mac Paint Pot and the Perfect Nude

This is the best thing ever. I picked one of these up in "Painterly" (which is a great base color) the other day after hearing all the rave reviews (plus Kim Kardashian swears by this), and I love love love it! These are pigment rich and when applied under eyeshadow, makes everything easier to apply and blend. It doesn't make eyeshadow last as long as UD's Primer Potion but you can always use them in combination. I don't really have oily lids so this by itself made my eyeshadow last all day, crease free. I don't think I'm ever going to wear eyeshadow without this underneath ever again.

Also picked up Mac lipstick in "Hue", which is the perfect nude lip color. The trick is to dab it on or apply with a lip brush -- build if you need color, and apply a nude gloss on top.

Yay for makeup!

A Day in the Life

Sweet mercy...my faithful phone is dead and I can't revive it. Yes, I understand my phone was ugly and out of date and pretty much a stone brick that could answer calls and text, but I'm not one to care about outer appearances. (Disclaimer: Does not apply to other areas in my life btw, only phones and other various electronics.)

So right now I'm just staring at its screen waiting for something magical to happen.

And I haven't been blogging because every time I attempt to, I just end up staring at my computer screen tapping at the keys (also waiting for magic to happen). I've been busy with my history papers and going out in the sun - the weather has been so gorgeous lately, helping others shop and not shopping myself (since my bank account is absolutely FURIOUS with me, see last post) and other things (which was actually magic, but I won't go into details).

Anyways I will do another update once I recover from blogger's block and things get rolling again.

Song today is: The Beatles - A Day in the Life

If you're one of those guys who use hair gel,

please, please throw it out. There are other options out there. Like wax. Or mousse. Or just good old no-product, lovely, scruffy hair. Believe me for I am doing you a huge favor.






I love bookshelves. They are practically necessaries of life.

Other thoughts:

I am not having any luck whatsoever with this whole job search thing. And it's frustrating because I'm really trying and nothing's coming up. Just today I had to transfer money from my high interest savings account to my chequing. And it's such a horrible feeling. I told myself that that account was off limits meaning no withdrawals whatsoever. But I don't really have a choice at the moment.

With that being said, I'm tired of window shopping.

Songs today are: Interpol - Slow Hands
and Florence and the Machine's cover of You've Got the Love