Friday, April 29, 2011


okay. seriously. I am almost 21. I am so over the awkward acne stage of my life. So after 6 brutal months of the most intense and scary drug ever, accutane, I am finally FREE. Back when I started I decided it would be a good idea to try to take a picture every day, to see the progress. And I am SO happy I did, it is honestly... well, an amazing transition. Don't Hate. This is like the happiest thing that has ever happened to me :)

Day 1. Don't mind the awful brown hair. I had a little life crisis and this was my temporary solution haha!

Month 2. When it "gets worse before it gets better". Ps.. I really dont THINK I am naked. I think I was probably in a towel or something. Oopsies.

This was a beautiful day. I got so mad because I had ONE pimple. And then I was like.. wait.. I have ONE pimple, that is IT!

And here it is...... clear skin :)

I am so happy. It's really nice not having to wear make up every day... lalala... thank you modern medicine :)

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

New Crush

Gorgeous. Wise. Misunderstood. Rough around the edges. Care free. Idol. And, dead.


Where have all the real men gone?

"Dream as if you'll live forever, live as if you'll die today." - James Dean

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

An ode to Millie

I have been meaning to write this for a few days now, but this is not something I can write effortlessly. This requires my full self, and now that I am done exams, I can finally write it.

What can I say? You were quite honestly the best sister (I know she was a dog) that anyone could ever have had, sorry Brooke ;) But really, I think Brooke would agree that Millie was just as much a sister as I was. Millie was always one of the girls. I can remember NUMEROUS sleepovers, where Millie had to be with us the entire time. She refused to believe she was a dog, she was one of us - and she made that KNOWN.

I just think of all the times when I was so sad, and Millie was there. There is something SO comforting about cuddling with a big ol' puppy. And Millie gave the best kisses. They always meant so much, you could tell that her kisses meant that she LOVED you.

All the pictures I have of me and Millie make me laugh, mostly because she was with us for the most awkward years of my life. See the picture to the right? Awkward emo phase. She was also there for Brooke's mushroom cut phase, my horrible perm phase and there for all the terrible outfit choices I made (zebra pants... like really?)

I have two last "memories" of Millie that really stick out in my mind. The first one breaks my heart into a million pieces, the second one does as well, but for totally different reasons.

The first one was the day I got Paco, March 28 2009. Me and mom went to the pet store, and I had been wanting a chinchilla so badly and researching them, but pet stores basically don't ever have chinchillas, so I wasn't even expecting to find one. I just wanted to go look at cute puppies. But alas, little baby paco was there - so I had to get him... and I remember coming home, and Millie greeted me at the door, and when she sniffed the box and smelt that there was some animal in there... I swear, the look in her eyes was absolutely devastating. I KNOW she felt like I replaced her, and she was so sulky. It kills me. I feel, terrible. But, after Millie died Paco was one of the only things that could make me smile through the tears.

The second memory is the from the last weekend I ever saw her, Easter Weekend. Mom picked me up in Guelph with all 4 dogs, and we headed to the dog park. Millie was SUUUCCCCHHHHH a ham, showing off like CRAZY! She decided to show off and go for a "quick swim", but the current was so strong that it pulled her along. And we watched her face go from so excited, to scared shitless as she headed under the bridge. She got out no problem, but me and my mom probably laughed for a good five minutes. Serves her right. hahaha.

Her death was so hard for me to process, because I was lied to about it... which I understand... but it was hard. I found out Millie was "sick" in the middle of exams, and mom didn't sugar coat it, she was VERY sick. And I cried, a lot. Millie was only 8.. This wasn't supposed to happen yet.. Mom would send me cryptic emails, saying that Millie doesn't seem to be in much pain, and that she is just laying around all day.. I called my mom every day, multiple times a day, just to make her give me a full review on how Millie was doing.. My mom later would tell me those were the only times she was able to keep it together and stop crying. When my parents picked me up from exams on the 18th of April I got the news that Millie had died several days ago. She got pancreatitis and it hit her like a rock. She got sick, and died within a day or two. Absolutely so unfair, and so tragic.

It hurts, and that hurt won't ever go away. Millie was a great dog, and she grew up with me. I don't think a lot of people can understand why I am so broken over a dog, but honestly, every memory I have from age 10 onward involves Millie. All the trips to the cottage, all the sleepovers, even christmas.. It all has Millie, she was a central part of my life.

I want to just point out that Millie was an effin princess. Like, a total bitch. A loving bitch, but definitely a BITCH. But yet, she was by far the smelliest dog in the ENTIRE world. And she was fat haha, like every shirt she wore (Millie LOVED clothes) her fat would just hang out. She got buried in her "It's all about me, deal with it" shirt, which was her favourite, which was hilarious. Because it looked awful. It reminded me of like an obese woman wearing a "This is why I'm hot shirt" hahaha.. like.. it was perfect. Because SHE thought she was beautiful, and really, that was all that mattered.

Anyway, this is long and it doesn't even cover half of what I want to say. If you are reading this far I assume you are a family member and can appreciate all the greatness that Millie brought to our family.

Miss you Stinky-Princess-Millie. Foreverrrrr.

November 9, 2000 - April 16, 2009

Monday, April 18, 2011


Tuition is a BITCH, I think we can all agree on that one. If you have ever looked at the bill you pay for some pretty ridiculous stuff. So, I feel like stealing a backpack full of toilet paper from campus is completely justified and there is nothing un-ethical or wrong about it.......

My masterpiece.

And, to be fair, we ran out of toilet paper with only a week left of school. Who wants to buy toilet paper when you only have ONE WEEK LEFT?!

Hope your studies are all going well, good luck!

Tuesday, April 12, 2011


Karma is a bitch. This is what I get for "stealing" a can of paint (I was really planning on returning it after I patched up my wall) - and I got the wrong paint, by the way, seeing as it turned out NOT to be paint, but extreme weather primer..... whoops!

RIP giant chunk of my knuckle. You will be missed.

Sunday, April 10, 2011

Don't Drunk Dial.


"you look so cute, in your little shirt. and your little pants"

I can't stop laughing, this is awwwwful. I get indigestion sometimes too, so, I hope that you know, you know, everything's good.

You all deserve a good weekend.

And if you need me, page me!

Thursday, April 7, 2011

eye opener

We are all born atheists. Each and every one of us.

disclaimer: like I have said before, and will say over and over again, you can have your religion, and I can have my lack of one. Respect that. I respect yours. Just like you may not agree with what I have to say, I don't have to agree with you. This blog isn't to try to tell you that your God is wrong or that he does not exist. Just an interesting perspective that I came across. And I believe from an evolutionary stand-point to be completely true. Look at it this way. We are not born believing in Santa Claus, correct? we learn that through the stories we hear from our parents, etc. That is the point here, we just don't believe as babies. We all stop believing in Santa, just like some of us will stop believing in God. Does that really make us terrible people? I really, really, really think you are ignorant if you say yes.

Monday, April 4, 2011

This is why I love Taylor Swift

"When I was a little girl I used to read fairy tales. In fairy tales you meet Prince Charming and he's everything you ever wanted. In fairy tales the bad guy is very easy to spot. The bad guy is always wearing a black cape so you always know who he is. Then you grow up and you realize that Prince Charming is not as easy to find as you thought. You realize the bad guy is not wearing a black cape and he's not easy to spot; he's really funny, and he makes you laugh, and he has perfect hair."

"Words can break someone into a million pieces, but they can also put them back together. I hope you use yours for good, because the only words you'll regret more than the ones left unsaid are the ones you use to intentionally hurt someone."

"If you´re lucky enough to be different from everyone else, don't change."

"I've apparently been the victim of growing up, which apparently happens to all of us at one point or another. It's been going on for quite some time now, without me knowing it. I've found that growing up can mean a lot of things. For me, it doesn't mean I should become somebody completely new and stop loving the things I used to love. It means I've just added more things to my list."

"Real love still happens sometimes. It's not just something we make up when you're nine. I have to believe that. You do too."

"FEARLESS' is not the absense of fear.
It's not being completely unafraid.
FEARLESS is having fears.
FEARLESS is having doubts. Lots of them.
FEARLESS is living in spite of those things that scare you to death.
FEARLESS is falling madly in love again, even though you've been hurt before.
FEARLESS is getting back up and fighting for what you want all over again... even though every time you've tried before, you've lost.
It's FEARLESS to have faith that someday things will change.
FEARLESS is having the courage to say goodbye to someone who only hurts you, even if you can't breathe without them.
It's FEARLESS to say "you're NOT sorry," and walk away.
I think loving someone despite what people think is FEARLESS."

"I'm intimidated by the fear of being average."

"I think there's something so attractive about mystery. There's something so attractive about the chase. And the bad guy ... bad boys know how to keep the chase going throughout an entire relationship because you never know if you completely have them or not. That's why they're so hard to get over."

"At some point you have to forget about grudges because they only hurt."

Friday, April 1, 2011



Here's why:

1. She always borrows my clothes
1b - she never gives them back
1c - when she does they are stained to SHIT.

2. I dye my hair brown, she copies. I go blonde, she starts going blonde. Get your own life, girl! Stop living through mine

3. She's short. PISSES ME OFF!

4. She is literally afraid of mayo. Literally. Weeeeeird.

5. Obnoxiously loud in bed. Get a room. Oh wait, you already do and we all still hear you.

6. She always makes me do her makeup. Like that actually helps.....

7. Stinkiest poops ever.

8. I hate her because I don't actually hate her. And love the shit out of her.


Hehehehhehehe. I think it is imperative to mention that Erin helped me write this beautiful blog post. She's the best like that.

Hope you guys have fun today and pull lots of pranks!

I am planning on putting mayo in Erin's hair. I'll fill ya'll in on that later.

APRIL FOOLS, again. (I am on a roll). Erin would actually probably never speak to me again if that went down.