Do you ever go on the internet super late at night when you can't sleep and then the next morning look at what you were doing? I didn't fall asleep until 2:30 last night and oh man... No more keeping a laptop in the bedroom for this girl! I went to check emails this morning and found tabs open for the following things:
I'm officially grounding myself from the internet. But before I go, you should check these out:

-Wow. This really made me think. (Read the description to the right)
-The dresses of Oscar winners
-If Stanley Tucci was your boyfriend
-This artist imagined what Wicked would look like if it was a Disney movie (BONUS: Here's Defying Gravity storyboarded!)
-Places you can visit from Pride and Prejudice


Peace and blessings, friends.

1. This viral video was released just recently. Have you seen it? #sharethegift

3. This flashmob in Montreal gave me goosebumps!


4. "That's what Christmas is all about, Charlie Brown!"
5. *Sobs*

I love my relatives and family friends, but in recent years I've grown to dread seeing them at holidays. Why? Because literally without fail, every conversation goes something like this:



Can I be real with you for a minute? I HATE when people ask me about school just to make conversation. I'm on a break. I'm still on edge from writing finals two weeks ago. I don't even want to acknowledge that post-secondary institutions exist. Also, I know fully well that the only reason you're asking is because you feel obligated to speak to everyone in the room at least once. Don't get me wrong, I'm flattered that you want to talk to me! However, it's one thing if you're genuinely curious about my academic career, and another when every. single. person. is asking me about school. Want to know a secret? Most people my age actually have a life outside of textbooks. Dude, I know you have no idea how to talk to me anymore. It's okay! I know that you've graduated to a world of babies and mortgages, and might be a little rusty on your Youngadult-ese. No worries! I've got your back!

As an early Christmas present to all my older cousins, extended family, well-meaning adults, etc. I have put together a handy guide to talking with your favourite 20-something.

You want to know a secret? Every year around November 25th, I morph into this creature that's part Buddy the Elf, part Martha Stewart, and part sparkly EVERYTHING.