MUSIC: CRUISR sounds like summer

I love fall – love it.  I love fall colours, I love fall drinks, I love fall out boy… (if you need to cringe at that it’s okay – I’m cringing too).  I also love Halloween (spoopy), and the way everything smells.  But honestly, even with so many great things coming up I have to admit, I’m not quite ready to let summer go yet.

Maybe that’s why I’ve been listening to CRUISR all week.

These guys opened for PVRIS on their North American tour, and they killed it.  Nothing cruisrlike a good opening act, right?  (as a side note, I love when there are a ton of opening bands for a show – seriously, give me, like, four.  It gives you time to squeeze your way into a good spot for the headliner, and I’ve found sooo many amazing bands just by seeing them kick off a show.)

CRUISR are great – fun, high energy songs that just make you want to drive to California and go surfing.  They remind me of a younger, nicer Wavves with less drug abuse (I think).

If you’re still clinging to the dream of summer – or if you just need a good soundtrack while you clean your room – check these guys out.  My personal favourite song is ‘Kidnap Me’, because I’m angsty and like songs about running away from your problems.  ‘Wild Babe’ is also a good one.

What are you guys listening to lately?  And are you ready for cool weather?

– L

PS, more music posts to come!
PPS, you’ll note that I didn’t make a single Grand Theft Autumn joke – I have a strict limit of one Fall Out Boy reference per post, effective immediately.


BEAUTY: sparkly mermaid eyes are everything.

I may currently be about a million miles from the ocean, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want to embrace my inner mermaid sometimes (or, y’know, all the time).  Hence my love of this sparkly teal colour.

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I really like this look – the smokey shades in the crease take away the 80s look of the blue (at least I’d like to think so).  Plus the double winged liner makes it a little extra edgy.

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I used the Naked Basics palette to create a crease first, and then I took a bit of foundation on a flat concealer brush and dabbed it over my lid so the teal would really stand out.  I patted it on and then blended it out with the purple-y colour on the NYX palette (in the top right).  Then I used Mac’s ‘blacktrack’ liner to create the wings and added about a thousand coats of mascara.

Let me know what you think of this look – and if you’d be into more posts like this!

Talk soon!

– L

SWEET NOTHINGS: i’m obsessed with Toronto.

I tell people that I “just moved here” on a fairly regular basis.  It’s my excuse when someone asks me for a club recommendation, or makes fun of me for wearing a scarf in the beginning of October (it’s fucking cold here guys).  But truthfully, it’s been five months now – that’s almost half a year! – and Toronto really does feel like home.  I’m happier here than I’ve ever been, and I think I’m finally starting to resemble a real Torontonian.


I grew up on Vancouver Island; I went to high school in a town of 8000 people, and then moved to Victoria when I started university.  It was so beautiful, and it’s home – there’s no way I could ever really hate it.  But… I didn’t exactly like it, either.  Maybe it’s pretentious, or maybe it’s immature… but I never felt like I belonged.  It just wasn’t the right ‘fit’.  And, well, maybe it’s wishful thinking, but I’d like to think I DO ‘fit’ here.

Here are a list of things that make me feel like I Belong™ :

  1. listening to Drake (predictable)
  2. calling people ‘babe’ (but NOT ‘fam’.  Stop trying to make ‘fam’ happen, Toronto)
  3. knowing whether I’m facing North/South/East/West
  4. that one time my coffee came in a mug with a huge crack in it and I asked for a different one (do you have any idea how much bacteria gets in there??  A lot.  My friend Andrea literally looked at me and went “what, you think you’re a torontonian now?” – yes, yes I do)
  5. milk in a bag.  I don’t drink milk, but if I did, I would drink it from a bag.  Like a real Toronto person.
  6. buying fruit and veggies from cute little fruit and veggie stands (especially in 2016-09-02 06.33.05 1.jpgKensington Market – which, incidentally is where I am writing this from)
  7. ordering take out (take out options are very limited in a small town.  Simple pleasures, guys.)
  8. kissing people on the cheek in greeting
  9. when people ask me for directions and I can actually help them
  10. walking through a crowd of hundreds of people and somehow managing to avoid eye contact with every single one

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I wouldn’t say these are necessarily all positive developments… but honestly, at this point, I don’t even care.

Here’s the thing about Toronto… it’s alive.  It’s glittery and it’s fast and maybe it’s a little Screen Shot 2016-10-03 at 2.26.35 PM.pngbit snobby… but maybe I needed to learn a little bit of snobbery.  Maybe I needed to learn that it’s okay to ask for a clean mug (politely, obviously) or tell a guy I don’t want to give him my number.  It’s okay to wear lipstick to class and to accept favours and to take the last available seat on the bus.  It’s okay to look out for yourself.  Everyone else is doing it.

ANYWAY, this is my ode to Toronto.  Where do you live – do you love it?  And if you’ve ever been to Toronto, tell me – is it too pretentious, or just pretentious enough?


– L

BEAUTY: last night I trimmed my eyebrow hair.

…and it was the most terrifying thing I have ever done.

Listen, I’d like to think I’m a fairly modest woman, but if there is one part of my appearance that I will take pride in it’s my eyebrows.  I think part of my eyebrow pride is a product of the fact that, back in middle school, I used to actually be made fun of for my brows – they’re thick, and they’re a lot darker than my natural hair colour, and oddly enough they grow in completely uneven.

So yeah, middle school was a tough time for my eyebrows.  I cleaned them up a little bit in high school, but honestly eyebrows weren’t a thing then like they are now – at least, I don’t think they were.

When I actually started shaping and filling in my brows I learnt from this video on Rookie (side note: I just read an interview with Tavi Gevinson the other day… I want to be her).  Ever since then I’ve had what I’d consider to be some pretty serious brow game… but here’s the thing: eyebrow hair keeps growing.  And I could ignore it for a long time, but it finally got to be too much.

So last night, for the first time, I took some scissors to my precious eyebrows.
And honestly?  It worked out pretty well, I’d say.
If your brows are getting a little unruly too, here’s what I did – it’s super simple:

the brow pencil that I use (the NYX one, of course) came with one of those little spooly things on the end, so I used that to brush all my eyebrow hair upwards.  If you don’t have one of those you can actually just use a fine-tooth comb.
Brush the hair so it points straight up and then take a pair of little scissors.  You can buy scissors specifically for trimming your brows at the drug store but… why?  I used these little nail scissors that I had lying around.  I tried using my hair shears but they were a bit big.

Follow the line of your brow shape and trim all the hair that stands up above it.  No, really, that’s it!  Move slowly – it’s easier to cut more hair off than it is to wait for it to grow back. When you think you’re done just brush the hairs back with the spooly/comb/your fingers, and clean up anything you missed with your scissors or tweezers.

Whoa!  That easy.

You’re welcome.

I wanted to write this post last night after I did this, but my eye literally started twitching, so I figured it was time for bed.  I’ll be back to posting every day soon, I promise.

Sooo… what’s your go-to eyebrow routine?  Have I gone about this all wrong?

– L

PS, ignore the weird face I am making in this photo and focus instead on the glorious state of my eyebrows.  What do you think?  Success?
Yeah, me too.


“Don’t take on too much, Leah.”

My mom used to say this to me all the time – it was a near constant argument in my house back in high school.    I was always volunteering myself for shit – stupid shit that I didn’t care about and didn’t want to do.  I just hated sitting in a classroom while thirty people stare at each other and wait for someone to reluctantly raise their hand.

I organized events, I brought snacks, I put together playlists.  I  made phone calls, I booked classrooms, I ran errands.  I did things.  I was a do-er.

I really was genuinely busy.  At least, I think I was.

My mom still tells me not to take on too much.  She says it regularly.  And part of me thinks maybe she doesn’t realize just how much I’m not doing.  Part of me feels like she’s so far away and she has such a great image of me in her mind that she’s just fooled herself into thinking I’m still that golden child I was at the age of fifteen.  (Fifteen year old me was rife with issues, I promise, but an inability to do things was not one of them).

There’s a bigger part of me, though, that feels a little bit relieved when I hear her tell me she thinks I’m doing a lot.
Thank god, I think, I really am doing as much as I feel like I’m doing.
Because honestly, I do feel like I’m doing a lot, sort of.  Not in the way that I was doing a lot in high school – I’m not in student government (do they have that at uni?) or volunteering to brings snacks to a meeting… I don’t even go to meetings anymore.  But I’m a full time student, and I’d like to think I’m a student who gives a shit about their school work.  Add to that three nights of work a week and what I’d like to think is a pretty healthy social life, and… Well, I’m doing things, okay?  And they’re hard!  Someone tell me I’m right.

BOOM, there it is.  The millennial in me.  That’s what my uncle would say, anyway.  I just want someone to pat me on the back.

Or, y’know, maybe I want someone to say I have good reasons for my late night McDonalds runs and near daily meltdowns.  Same thing, right?

But here’s what I don’t really understand… Why are we so damn obsessed with being busy?  I’m not the only one who feels this way – I know I’m not because I have to be the reassurer on a regular basis.  And it’s a role I’ll gladly fill but I’m starting to wonder what our generation’s obsession is with – dare I say it – hustling.

Most of my friends at work either have another job or are in school.  It’s amazing – it’s honestly very admirable.  But… goddamn, they sure know it.  One friend in particular comes at me this crazy glint in her eye almost every night.  “How are you?” I ask, and I’m always met with “Oh god, exhausted.  Work is crazy, school is crazy, and I went to the gym five times this week, plus I have this lunch with my mom tomorrow and I’m going to a party on Friday and then a charity even on Saturday and then…” you get the picture.  She’s a super hard worker, and I genuinely admire it.  But that glint in her eye isn’t just stress or exhaustion… it’s pride.  And it took me a while to recognize it, but now that I have I see it everywhere.

I think hard work is important – doesn’t everyone?  My parents worked like crazy to get where they are today, as did their parents, and I intend to do the same.  I look up to people who work their asses off for the things they want, of course.  And it’s true what they say – nothing worth having comes easy.  I’m not saying we shouldn’t work hard, and I’m not saying we shouldn’t be proud of it.  I just think maybe – just maybe – we should all start taking my mom’s advice a little more.

You don’t want to do it.  That’s what she was saying this whole time!  I had things I could have been doing, hobbies I enjoyed that I could have focussed on and school work that was genuinely important.  And was I doing it?  No!  I was filling up my calendar with bullshit because, quite frankly, I liked the way it looked when it was full.
I was staying up until 3am because I liked going into school the next day, coffee in hand, sighing about how little sleep I got.
And that kind of fishing for compliments and reassurance and pats on the back is fine when you’re fifteen – it’s what fifteen year olds do.  But now I’m twenty, and my friends are all twenty, and I’m seeing it more, not less.  And I’m thinking…

damn.  That millennial stereotype is true.
We aren’t lazy, and I don’t believe we’re entitled… but fuck are we ever needy.

At least, I sure am.

I don’t know how to change this, or even if it makes sense.  Maybe I’m just trying to get out of signing up for extracurriculars because I don’t want to compete with all these girls anymore (don’t get me started on the girl vs girl craze ok).  But… forgive me for asking… can someone please tell me I’m not crazy?

Cool.  Thanks.

Now I’m ready for bed.

– L

PS, sorry for the lack of photos with this post but, uh, I didn’t know what would really capture it besides maybe a picture of me sitting on the floor of my shower freaking out… and my tub is green, so that wouldn’t match my ~*aesthetic*~, right?

TV: i’m obsessed with scandal.

alternatively titled “I have been watching Scandal all day instead of writing blog posts or studying”

I’m sure it will come as a shocking surprise to everyone that today, my Ultimate Day of Productivity, turned into the Ultimate Day of Sleeping In, Eating Snacks, and Watching Netflix.  My to do list was full of boring school things but also, more importantly, writing a good blog post.  However, that dream was swept away the moment I sat down to paint my nails and figured I’d put Scandal on in the background.

Have you guys watched this show?  what is even happening???  I’m freaking out.  At the end of every single episode I’m, like, hunched over my computer with my mouth hanging open.  It’s horrendous.  And just when I think nothing else could possibly go wrong, something does!  

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and I think my life is a mess… damn.  Poor Olivia.

Anyway, this post really exists solely because I have some very important things to say about this show.

  1. if anyone deserves to be tagging their instagram posts #thehustle, it’s Olivia Pope.  Seriously does that woman ever sleep?  I bet she has an epic morning routine.
  2. one time my friend Kelly said, and I quote, “Fitz is, like, the whole reason I’m into silver foxes.”  And okay, when I first set out on the journey that is this show I wasn’t really into it, but now… damn.  Fitz can get it.
  3. How does everyone always look so amazing?
  4. is the world really this corrupt?  I know the answer is probably yes, and that is terrifying.  Do you think I’m wrong to hope Canada is somehow better?
  5. Kerry Washington is a megababe.  Legs for days.
  6. Chemistry is everything to me… this show is very good at it.

If you’ve watched Scandal, please tell me your thoughts!  Also, recommendations of other shows to binge watch when I should be doing important stuff?

Hope everyone’s ready for Monday!  (I am not.)

– L


If there’s one thing I’m very very bad at it’s mornings.

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would YOU ever want to leave this cozy corner?? NO

I have great visions of my mornings when I’m getting ready for bed.  I want to spend them drinking coffee (with cinnamon – this is a newly discovered Favourite Thing of mine) and writing and stretching and making my bed.  I want to go to the gym and drink green smoothies and answer emails.  I want to craft the perfect outfit and curl my hair and do my makeup… basically I want to do whatever it is that perfect, pretty, ambitious girls do with their mornings.  Maybe I could even read one of those million e-newsletters I seem to get every day!

I just want to hustle like we talked about, alright?

So if I’m so bad at mornings then why am I writing this blog post?

So glad you asked.

I’m ready to switch things up!  This is certainly not the first time I’ve said this, and it probably won’t be the last… but I can’t be the only one who regularly has to kick myself in the ass and get my life back together, right?  Here I am… kicking myself in the ass.  Establishing a morning routine that I can hopefully stick to for a while.  Habits take time to form, and it’s hard to make a million changes all at once, so for now here are five things I’m adding to my morning routine.

  1. brush my teeth.  I’m tired of popping gum before class because I ran out the door in such a hurry that I couldn’t even properly brush my teeth!
  2. stretch.  I used to make a point of stretching every morning, but since I’ve moved and started school I’ve let it completely fall by the wayside.
  3. eat breakfast.  I know, I know… most important meal of the day.  Got it!  It’s hard sometimes, okay?
  4. make my bed.  Making the bed makes my whole room feel infinitely nicer and it takes all of 30 seconds.  Why do I never do this?
  5. BLOG!  I might not have time to write up a full post every morning, but I’d definitely like to set aside some time in my day to start a few drafts, and to catch up on other people’s blogs too!  (speaking of which: help!  who should I follow?  Suggestions plz.)
this notebook is literally from the dollar store but I love it
this notebook is literally from the dollar store but I love it

Another thing I’ve started doing recently is writing a to-do list every morning.  I have a little notebook that I keep by my bed and I just jot down a few things that I want to accomplish for the day.  It’s been really helpful, actually.  And it’s a great excuse to stay under the covers for an extra five minutes!

I don’t know if I can make time for all of these things.  The snooze (I’ve never had to type that word before and it looks super weird… snooze) button is just so tempting!  But rushing out the door is getting super old, and I feel like the morning sets the tone for your whole day.  Right?

What’s your morning routine?  And someone please tell me how I can drag my ass out of bed in the morning… is there a secret?

Okay, gotta get out of bed now so I can get ready for work… It’s 7:35pm – who am I why do I do this?  I just love my bed so much.

See you all tomorrow – happy friday!   I, for one, cannot wait to sleep in…

– L

PS, the routine is king is a reference to the YA novel Mosquitoland.  I tried to find the exact quote again while I was writing this post but I was unsuccessful… in any case, this book is fantastic and I would definitely recommend it.