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