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.

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.

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.

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.

"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.

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

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