Come on to bed blogger, let's kiss and make up.

I lose. I've been so busy with this and that that I haven't had a spare moment since my Fall semester started in September. Not that I would blog anyways if I had time. Taking 4 core business classes has diminished my ability to form sentences and has subsequently replaced my head with the ability to calculate future values, bonds and mortgages for long hours.

Except apparently I am gaining it all back as I write this.

Without a doubt, I have been overwhelmed. Group work is required for most of my classes (obviously anyone who has ever had to do group work in University knows that time is most efficiently spent this way. And by efficiently I mean not really at all). I have tedious assignments, quizzes and midterms seemingly non-stop. This has turned me into some kind of Grumpy McGrumpy pants. Or a professional asshole. Whatever.

Whenever someone asks what my major is and I reply "Accounting" I suddenly see the light disappear from their eyes and the calculating judgments they're forming about me. And then comes the fake enthusiasm like I picked the most interesting major ever.

"JUST BECAUSE I AM AN ACCOUNTING MAJOR DOES NOT MAKE ME BORING AND LAME!" I want to scream. "And I can be creative and artsy fartsy too!" (The artsy fartsy, creative part is true; The former two may or may not be.)

But then I realized that I am a girl who likes things. Pretty things. Shiny things. Burberry things. Although I know that money sure as hell cannot buy happiness, I do know it can buy me things. An English degree will not get me there, but perhaps a Business degree will. That is ok in my book. I have no interest in doing something I love and be barely scraping by to make ends meet by pursuing it. I am trying to find the upper-middle ground, and that is that.

With that being said and all seriousness aside, it is extremely hard to care about school work and be a lazy kitten instead when the weather starts dropping. All I want to do is stay in my warm bed and play Mario Kart DS.





PS. I'm Silk Spectre for Halloween this year. She's badass and I have a serious girl crush on her.

While we're young

I know it has been forever since I last updated, and I find myself saying this each time I post, but the truth is that I have become boring now. Or I have nothing to say. Something along those lines. I have about 7 drafts in my blogger since my last entry, and I've scrapped them all because I deemed them uninteresting or redundant of things I have already said. I need to get out and make some bad decisions or something.

Some updates:

The thing I have been looking forward to lately is the idea that I am inheriting the Lexus RX from my dad. He is in the looks for a new car and thus giving me the keys to the SUV. My first car will be a fucking Lexus, which is something I can definitely live with. He is spoiling me to say the least. Life is good.

Maybe this isn't worth mentioning, but I've been getting these weird random bruises and cuts out of nowhere lately. I don't know how I get them, but the only reasonable explanation must be that I'm some sort of crime fighting superhero by night. Honestly, how and where do these injuries come from?

In other more general news I have been really enjoying my summer. I haven't left the city, as I usually do each summer, but I'm not complaining. There is comfort in enjoying time off, even if it isn't the least bit productive. Between watching Big Brother (this is a annual summer tradition of mine), outdoor concerts and patio lunches, I'd say I have nothing to complain about.

I am a little bit (or a lot!) excited on the fashion front, as fall fashions are starting to roll out everywhere. I have to say that I prefer layering knits over short shorts and tank tops. Maybe it is because I'm so pale that I feel slightly out of place amongst all the tan people. I stand out like a sore thumb every summer. Winter dressing suits me more I think. And I'll admit, I miss being able to wear black.

Topshop just rolled out their Dark Nouveau collection, and H&M Divided also has promos for their Fall '10 collection.

H&M Divided Fall:





Source: Fashion Gone Rogue

I can't wait to get my hands on a military-esque jacket and a pair of kick ass ankle boots for the colder months!

Can you please spell 'Gabbana'?

In regards to shopping and buying clothes, my boyfriend tells me I am "beyond hope" and "a lost cause" everyday. Which is a complete exaggeration people. I mean, just because I want pretty much everything, doesn't mean I have an addiction does it?

Okay so I acknowledge that I have a teeny little minuscule shopping problem. I don't know where the line is but I'm sure I've crossed it. In fact, I'm way past the line. I've hiked, climbed mountains, and swam oceans passed the line. If it weren't for my amazing money managing skills I'd probably be up to my head in debt right now.

Also, putting that last collage together (see last post) obviously shows that I have too much time on my hands.

I watched The September Issue over the weekend, which follows the behind the scenes activities of Anna Wintour and Vogue's making of the annual September issue. An interesting point that Wintour makes is when she acknowledges that people who love fashion are often seen as superficial or mocked for caring so much about the type of clothes on their back:

"Just because you like to put on a beautiful Carolina Herrera dress or a pair of J Brand blue jeans instead of something basic from K-Mart it doesn't mean that you're a dumb person."

It reminds me of the scene in The Devil Wears Prada, where Anne Hathaway's character scoffs at the magazine she works at and ridicules her coworkers behind their backs for being so invested in clothes and the minuscule details surrounding the industry, until finally, Meryl Streep puts her in her place. (Which means she told her to get off her high horse and gtfo of her face).

Obviously caring about how you dress and having an interest in fashion is not a crime, and thinking that people who do are stupid or idiots is a pretty poor and unfounded generalization. I've also noticed that people who love to shop are also seen as being tied up with being frivolous or lazy, which is probably the most untrue generalization I've heard.

If anything, my incessant spending habits fuel the fire to work harder in order to finance my wants.

Anyhowl, I know my blogging habits have been pretty rare lately. Hopefully I'll have time to blog more often as I'm off for two weeks before my Spring classes start up. Happy Tuesday people.

Phobias, part I

As far as I'm concerned, there are two types of people in this world: People who know their clothing color limits when it comes to dressing and those who don't.

Now before all of you in the latter category come at me with pitchforks, I have a confession: I have an extreme fear of wearing bright colors in general. One look into my neutral wardrobe should be enough proof. I am slowly trying to accept some colors into my wardrobe slowly, but it is a work in progress. Also I should mention that an exception to this is floral or plaid prints.

Basically, it's like a phobia. This phobia is so great that I even try to cut most of the color out of boyfriend's wardrobe. He should never leave me unattended at his apartment or he would come home to find his wardrobe destroyed and in ruins. This condition even has a name. It's called Chromophobia.

But the upside is that I can handle a little bit of color now. One bright colored piece paired with neutrals (blacks, greys, navies, whites, and any variation in between) is my rule/limit. It's some sort of brain mechanism where if I wear more than one bright colored piece, I think I would throw up or start having the shakes and smashing windows. Olivia Palermo provides an excellent example of how it should be done:



But god forbid those who insist on pairing bright color with bright color. As well, some colors are unforgivable in general and will never make their way into my wardrobe.



I’ve learned to accept these kinds of bright colored dressers as people, even though I think it’s disgusting and plain, downright wrong. I try not to judge them too harshly. I try to understand why someone would buy a pair of skinny jeans in bright green. It's beyond my understanding but I try to deal with it nonetheless.

More often than not, I have caught a great, beautifully cut top while shopping, only to be let down because it is a dreadful color like fucking magenta with yellow stripes running everywhere . So to all clothing manufacturers: If something is good the way it is (read: in beautiful neutral colors), for the love of baby jesus, let it be. Let it be.

But not all people think this way. So do you know what I have to say to all you colorful dressers in your 80's color t shirts? The world would be a much better place without you. Stop this insanity right now. The world does not work this way! If this little trend catches on, people are going to start replacing all the beautiful neutral colors with the Crayola palette.

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.

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

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

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