How To: procrastinate.

I mean, as if it isn’t clearly obvious from my lack of posting, I procrastinate all the time. Actually I guess the best teller of this is that I post most when I have exams, I mean clearly my priorities are straight.
People always say to “write what you know” so lemme tell ya’ll about procrastinatin’ like a boss.

1. Gather all the supplies you will need: a laptop, preferably with netflix subscription and a full battery or at the very least a cord that you can plug in when it is about to die.
2. Snacks. I mean no one can tell you that it is not acceptable to procrastinate when eating. Meals are necessary, so when eating is it still procrastinating? And if I eat 24 hours a day do I even have a paper due?
3. I choose to procrastinate over a hobby, usually blogging or cycling. So exploit your hobby, and if you don’t have a hobby, find one immediately.
4. It isn’t necessary, but I recommend alcohol.
5. I mean I tend to try and avoid all others while procrastinating because you get those “school oriented” kids who have finished the same paper weeks ago or aren’t even in your class and are just there to be like “have you finished yet?” and you’re sitting eating nachos like “gtfo.”
6. Now despite my general, “no-people-in the-procrastination-zone” rule, I will make an exception for other procrastinators, the rare breed who like to sit and watch Grace Helbig for hours. Ahhhh, my kind of people, which is why those select few are allowed into my territory.
7. Procrastinating is fun when you can go somewhere to do it, like home for the night or to a concert or anywhere but where you are actually supposed to be and actually doing what you are supposed to be doing.
8. I mean you could always procrastinate your procrastination, aka do your paper
10. If all else fails, sleep.


Why hello again, recently a took a little trip into the city with my friend Coleman.
I figured I would do this daily blog style and do a run down of the days events.
First we left our town at 10 am. When we got to T.O. we parked the car and started walking.
We walked from U of T to Kensington market, which made it necessary to ingest sweets to level out our blood sugar. We continued through the market, did some browsing, from cute shops to fancy hipster clothing stores. From there we met up with Coleman’s friend at a cafe named FIKA which was by far the cutest place I have ever been. A book accent wall, cute little horse decorations and yummy treats.

After that we left the cafe and began a adventure, which was can be better entitled “lost walking through Chinatown, where each hair salon looked the same as the last”, seriously we pasted about 9 of them. Where we happened upon a cute bath store where you can make your own soap, it was home to the cutest little old lady. As well as this weird crystal store that was pretty cool, the guy stared at me as if my aura was off, but I don’t really know.

We went to a cafe called R2 and got drinks: I got a pink latte. PINK. Then we continued parousing through some shops, such as a costume shop whose employees told us to look at their basement, which was dimly lit and weird.

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Went to Na Dege which was perhaps the biggest surprise of the day, I thought it was just another cafe, but was pleasantly surprised to find macarons. I love macaronnnnnnssss.

After we went for a super cheap supper at the warehouse where everything is $5, so no surprise when it took forever and the other people there were crazy rude. Also another place where everything was $5, but it was a clothing shop in the basement and I swear everyone there was on drugs.
After that we took the subway back to the car, stopping for one last drink on our way out, I got a frozen lemonade and literally as I was saying “I’ll grab some napkins for the car” I dropped my drink on the floor… cool. However, luckily as soon as the cup hit the floor the nice guy working starting making me a new one. I mean, I cleaned the drink up and it ended up being sub par so it wasn’t really worth it. Then we left the city.
Till next time, Toronto.



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How To: Survive Day Drinking

1. Pace yourself, you don’t want to be these people:
(the quality explains everything)

2. Ask others to serve you, “get me a beer”…. it works.

3. Wear appropriate footwear ****
I can’t stress that one enough, if you are wear sandals and you are outside in the cold or the mud, you will regret everything.

4. go places where you dont know people, because drunk impressions on classmates are never great.

5. Bring cash, having no money looks like this:

6. Hydrate.

7. And eat.

8. Calm the attitude. Day drinking can make anyone crabby but don’t take it out on strangers.

9. Do your drinking at a kegger, it’s cheap and fun!

10. Stay with your friends, the goal is to survive.

11. Or better yet don’t go at all.

12. Take a nap instead.

13. Or be like me and ditch for pho.

Hope that helps…idk.
These facts are tried and true, from yesterday, as i am still alive today. 🙂

Life with Darrelle

Also known as one of my many roommates. She is a good time buuuuuut also a little nutty.
She isn’t the most technologically advanced.
Aaaaaand she is a bit competitive…
She sometimes cries at scary movies.
She’s really good at sports, which inevitably is how she tore both her ACL’s.
Oh and can be really heartless ( like when certain people are watching netflix and some other people just TURN IT OFF)
She likes to drink.
She loves sriracha sauce.
And the snow.
(ikea monkey level)
And the outdoors. I have never met someone whos loves nature so much. (BLEH)
Lastly, she supports my blog which is how I know she will be one of the first to read this and come kick down my bedroom door.

Making Friends

I know it seems so taboo, making friends is something that you have been doing since you were like 2 but some how it is something I find myself constantly mulling over. How do grown adults make friends? I mean as a culture student we learn that there is a sort of science towards making friends which can be separated into four categories: proximity, necessity, regular interaction, and shared interest/skills. However, what class doesn’t teach you is how to speak to people in a way that doesn’t look like this:

Seriously. This is a real problem, I am not the only person who looks at people and goes “Damn, I want to be friends with you” then spends the next 2 months thinking of how to make that happen. Friendships can be, if not worse, just as hard as relationships. You find someone you like, you interact with them, you make a fool of yourself and then spend the next 6 weeks waiting for them to forget that interaction before making another move.
Obviously not all friends are that hard to make, as said before there you easy friends (aka your roommates) who are forced to like you because of the proximity. I mean it doesn’t work that way for everyone but I have made some good friends that way so.
However there are also friends in the workplace or at school that are seemingly impossible to make. I mean how are you to talk to these people?
So here’s my basic layout for attempting to make friends:
1. Identify potential cool people. They will probably be wearing fedoras or taking selfies at the gym. (I like my friends down to earth and stylish)
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2. Acknowledge their existence. Let them know that you are also interested in being friends.

3. Damage control, you came off as hitting on them and now you need to show them you just mean to be friends. How you ask? that is for you to figure out.

4. Find mutual friends.

5. Creeping them on Facebook to learn their interests.

6. Interact again, but this time show them that you are miraculously into all the same things as them.


7. Force them to hang out with you on regular intervals.
8. Regret this whole process when you find out that they are crazy and vow to never do it again.

You’re Welcome.