Weekly Favourites



Beauty Bites


Found this gem this morning, thanks Kayla!

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Me and my roommates all really like Harry Potter, so if I get a message from one of them it is usually Harry Potter things or verbal bullying.


I am currently educating my house hold on the wonders of YouTube, so Grace has been on repeat:

Me every time I go home:


finally, cute but also sad if you think about the man setting this up:

Unwritten Rules of Dressing for School

~spittin’ rhymes like it’s 1988~
whats 1988? i dunno a year….
So yes, yesterday I made a post on things you learn in university, educate yo’self:
anyways, today I figured I would take a bit of time to zoom in on a specific thing that I have learned in my three years in university that I think needs to be spread. That is, the unwritten dress code.
So lets start off with a *hopefully* obvious one, NO PAJAMAS. Like seriously, no one wants to see that you basically rolled your way here from bed. Like sorry man but we all had to do it and there are no exceptions for you. Unfortunately there is a big difference between not giving a shit and just being disrespectful. You are paying a professor to teach you these things and speak to you and you can’t even put fricking pants on?! You have got to be kidding me. Like the overnight crew at the 24 hour McDonald’s gives more shits than you do. So #stahp.
But at the other end are you bitches that feel the need to dress up. Are you going to a wedding? is the Queen coming and I didn’t hear? Probably not. So why are you in a dress and heels walking around the school turning heads making the rest of us look like crap. I hope you know that the ratio of the guys that are drooling over is definitely outweighed to the amount of women who are cursing you. I have been this girl, who wears lipstick on a Monday with a cute blazer and kitten heels, and guess what, all I got was about 30 passive-aggressive comments about why I was “so dressed-up”. I don’t want to hate these people because man, does it take effort to care that much about peoples opinions that actually mean so little! But seriously here is the opinion of the crowd you care so much about: stop.
Lastly there are those people who are just working it: sweatpants, yoga pants, tight tops or sweaters you people are my people. I don’t care if you look amazing, because who does? If you look hungover, disheveled, in a daze or just don’t really care, THAT’S COOL. But honestly you can show all of that with out being in your flannel jammies. Obviously this is just my opinion and you can feel free to agree or disagree, because I don’t care either way, but just know, pj’s or stilettos: you are being judged.
It’s really your choice.

Some Things I've Learned Since Being in University

First, you will be able to eat whatever you want, but you probably wont be able to afford it. You are able to see whomever, wherever you please, but in my life it seems to be the characters of the various shows I watch on netflix, alone. That brings us to the internet, you are at that awkward stage in life where you are a full fledged member of society that lives alone, but acts like a child and still tags your self in those bar pictures from last night. You are finally away from those people you have been stuck with your entire high school career, but if you’re like me, one of them follows you away like a Russian spy just waiting to tell the motherland your most recent scandal. Tinder seems like a great idea, but in reality the men who actually don’t seem like assholes are definitely overcompensating for something under that perfect Bieber hair. I love my small program, that being said, stop that inter-program romance crap. It probably won’t work out and when there is only 30 of us it makes me uncomfortable to choose sides in your shitty 2-week romance. Moving on, FRIENDS, through experience I have learned it is easier to be with like minded people who get what you want out of life. You constantly have laundry, but it is both expensive and waaaay too much work (currently wearing clothes I haven’t washed in a week). You’ll have crazy weeks with a ton of work due, so chances are half of that will be late or badly done. Be like an actor and improvise. It’s literally just about making it through, these probably won’t be the best years of your life, and if they are then boy did you peak early. This is the game of life and rather than idolizing one section you gotta live the whole thing hard. In conclusion, the pros some how manage to out way the negatives despite how this whole post has made it sound.

A Note to my Mom

Why hello there birth giver, this one’s for you.
To start off thank you for being my number 1 fan about this blog thing, it makes it a lot easier when at least one person likes what you are doing with your spare time. (you know aside from netflix, everyone agrees with netflix) Thank you for supporting me, I know I make a lot of mistakes, (and trust me there are many more where that came from) but knowing you’ll love me even if I disappoint you helps me push through. Thank you for allowing me to follow my dreams, not everyone gets parents who will allow their kids to make what they want out of life, but you have and I hope I have made you proud. Thank you for loving me unconditionally because despite any fights that we have I know I can count on you. Oh and even if I don’t show it I love you too. I’m sorry for all the times I make you worry about my questionable decisions, I promise that when I thought about them, they all seemed like great ideas. Thank you for thinking I am great even when I doubt myself, but also grounding me when I act like an ass. Thank you for being my best friend because even when the rest of the world gets me down I have you to call and complain about it to. Thank you for reading this whole thing despite the fact that we are not mushy people. Sometimes it just needs to be said.
I love you mum. <3

Weekly Favourites

Being able to write this post brings me a bit of joy in knowing that I have officially survived the week from hell in which all of my work seemed to be due. Now it is clear skies and exams in my future. So without further a due here are my weekly favourites.


DIY: so I figured I would feature this DIY I am currently attempting, a glitter desk






Leo <3 always and forever: http://www.gurl.com/2014/11/11/leonardo-dicaprio-birthday-gifs-pictures-young-90s-titanic/

a little style: http://www.buzzfeed.com/maitlandquitmeyer/ways-to-mix-match-and-clash-prints-like-a-pro

MUSIC: both are similar, but gotta love those upbeat jams.

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and Beyonce, just because.

Lastly a little Mindy Kaling-inspiration


Stop and Dance

I constantly find my self singing and dancing as a way to find peace in times of high stress, its practically medically proven or something. Here’s the scene: it’s 2 am, I’m writing a 3000 word paper and close to my breaking point, I get up and just dance. This requires some pretty stealthy moves to not wake up/piss off my roommates.
Usually ends up with a lot of “shitty-hand-jive” and a bit of “I-don’t-know-how-to-two-step-but-whatever” and singing realllly quietly, or in times of extremely high stress, caution is thrown to the wind and loud singing happens.
So for any of you in desperate need of a good emergency dance party this one’s for you:
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