Biore Baking Soda Cleanser/Scrub

Hey guys!

I know it’s been a while, but I’m here to tell you about some products I received in the mail. And they are… dun dunna dun! From the Biore line!


I’ve been using the charcoal wash that they have, and I enjoy it quite a lot, so when I got these for review, I was quite excited. Unfortunately, I didn’t have the best of results… but I wanted to be able to use it for a while before I wrote a review.

  • The scent in both products seemed slightly overwhelming. It wasn’t a bad scent, don’t get me wrong, but I didn’t enjoy it raping my nose holes as I was trying to wash my face.
  • The scrub was better than the cleanser. It foamed fantastically (seriously, I felt like a kid doing a science experiment), it felt nice (at first), and it didn’t hurt my extremely sensitive skin… until it started breaking me out with a bunch of lovely pimples. The cleanser was bad right off the bat for me. It made my skin feel tight and uncomfortable, and the product was extremely gritty, yet didn’t exfoliate as one would expect.
  • The scrub’s packaging was great. It has a little button that pops open for you to use, and manages to deter moisture from getting inside, which is exactly what you want.

Normally, I’d rave about Biore products, but they just weren’t the best for me, sadly. I was hoping they would be though!

Over all, they’re okay products, that won’t break the bank. If you don’t have sensitive skin like I do (yay dermatitis!), I’d say to give it a go – you just might like it.


*I received these products complimentary from Influenster for testing purposes



As of late, I’ve been spending a lot of time with my animals.

This is Midna.


This is Leah.


What’s new with me? Nothing really. I’ve been driving to places like this:IMG_20140722_181658_1[1]


…and going to the library. I think the library may be my only sanctuary in this gods-forsaken place.

They’re building another methadone clinic/needle exchange just down the road, and it’s only going to attract more horror. I need to get out of here. I should be out of here by the end of this year, we’ll see what happens.

Anyway, life’s been okay.

Enjoy the photos. Tomorrow I leave for the land of not here. 🙂

Review: The DUFF: Designated Ugly Fat Friend

The Duff: Designated Ugly Fat Friend by Kody Keplinger

Pages: 280

Genre: New Adult, Chick-lit

My Rating: 3/5

★ ★ ★ ☆ ☆


“Seventeen-year-old Bianca Piper is cynical and loyal, and she doesn’t think she’s the prettiest of her friends by a long shot. She’s also way too smart to fall for the charms of man-slut and slimy school hottie Wesley Rush. In fact, Bianca hates him. And when he nicknames her “the Duff,” she throws her Coke in his face.

But things aren’t so great at home right now, and Bianca is desperate for a distraction. She ends up kissing Wesley. Worse, she likes it. Eager for escape, Bianca throws herself into a closeted enemies-with-benefits relationship with him.

Until it all goes horribly awry. It turns out Wesley isn’t such a bad listener, and his life is pretty screwed up, too. Suddenly Bianca realizes with absolute horror that she’s falling for the guy she thought she hated more than anyone.”

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So I admit, I started reading this because I was always the “ugly, fat friend”, at least in my eyes, but this book actually has a great message. You never know what someone else is going through, so try not to judge them.

DUFF reminded me a lot of my own life. Perhaps not in high school, or all of the experiences, but the confusion and problems that kept arising made me take a look at my own life and consider what I was doing. It might have even made me question my actions a bit – am I doing things right?

I gave this a 3/5 stars purely because it was a little “young” for me. I feel as though a lot of books I read get lower ratings purely based on my age. I still read books I loved as a kid, so sometimes ratings suffer a bit. If I were around 14 again, I would have given this a 4-4.5/5 for sure.

Even with my age, I found this an enjoyable, short little read.

If you feel like reading something short, that also has quite a good message, I’d suggest reading it. But don’t be too weirded out if you feel a little too old to “get it”.

Enjoy, and happy reading!

Review: A Storm of Swords

A Storm of Swords by George R.R. Martin

Series: A Song of Ice and Fire

Pages: 1177

Genre: Epic Fantasy, Adventure

My Rating: 5/5

★ ★ ★ ★ ★


“Here is the third volume in George R.R. Martin’s magnificent cycle of novels that includes A Game of Thrones and A Clash of Kings. Together, this series comprises a genuine masterpiece of modern fantasy, destined to stand as one of the great achievements of imaginative fiction.

Of the five contenders for power, one is dead, another in disfavor, and still the wars rage as alliances are made and broken. Joffrey sits on the Iron Throne, the uneasy ruler of of the Seven Kingdoms. His most bitter rival, Lord Stannis, stands defeated and disgraced, victim of the sorceress who holds him in her thrall. Young Robb still rules the North from the fortress of Riverrun. Meanwhile, making her way across a blood-drenched continent is the exiled queen, Daenerys, mistress of the only three dragons still left in the world. And as opposing forces maneuver for the final showdown, an army of barbaric wildlings arrives from the outermost limits of civilization, accompanied by a horde of mythical Others—a supernatural army of the living dead whose animated corpses are unstoppable. As the future of the land hangs in the balance, no one will rest until the Seven Kingdoms have exploded in a veritable storm of swords…”

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Another book in which Martin did not let me down. I admit, I read this book in parts because I ended up going through a reading slump, but it was fantastic!

A Storm of Swords made me smile, gasp, and even throw my book (I’m sorry, book). Without giving too much away, a lot of moments I had hoped for happened, and a lot of experiences I didn’t expect happened.

I found a new appreciation for Jaime and The Hound, and if you’ve read or are going to read this, you will too.

There isn’t much I can say without giving things away, and I know there are people who still haven’t read the books, BUT, we know there’s always deaths, right?


Holy crap. There was some epic foreshadowing in there, but reading about these events took it to a whole new level. And I love the subtlety of the magic in this series. It exists, but in such a real way, anything is possible.

Like I said though, I can’t say much without giving anything away, so please, READ THE BOOK!

Enjoy, and happy reading!


We recently went on our first trip of the year. There are a lot of stories from the trip, but most of them involve me being drunk and talking in a Russian accent for 2 hours or me talking to animals, so instead, I just want to share some photos.



It didn’t rain on our trip, really, just sprinkled a bit. We were left with a happy double rainbow, if you can see the other part.


I didn’t take this photo, but I caught a toad. His name is Wilkinson the third. All around us, every night, was the sound of frogs (and cattle), so I was determined to catch one. I kept walking down to the water, but couldn’t find any, which means they were probably in the reedier areas… then I randomly came across this guy. He was my friend.


This was from a random walk I decided to go on.


This is what we got to look at for a few days… it was pleasant. Lots of dragonflies, ravens, frogs (and toads!), and loons (can you do a loon call? I can!)… it was a good little trip, and I miss it already. The city life just ain’t for me!

I Don’t Feel Sorry For You

I have written about this issue before, I’m certain.

I live down the street from a methadone clinic.

As a note beforehand, I don’t think all drug addicts are bad people, but I also don’t think they’re all fantastic either, and I don’t feel sorry for them, except in rare instances when it is legitimately not their fault (which is possible).

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Dear drug addicts & dealers,

You make me angry, you make me afraid. As a human being, just like you, I feel as if I should have the right to be outside and not feel the way you make me feel.

I don’t like having to dodge cars, nor do I like you coming on to my property to ask if I want to buy drugs from you. Even if I did do drugs, I wouldn’t buy them from you, and while we’re at it, no I don’t smoke, so no, you can’t “bum one”.

Why did you throw that on the ground? If you’re at this “clinic”, why can’t you throw it in the garbage? Actually, why are you leaving the building with it to begin with? My lawn isn’t a garbage facility, and quite frankly, I don’t like cleaning it up. Do you have a disease? Even if you don’t, your condoms and needles aren’t my responsibility.

Why do you defecate on my grass? Are you a dog? A goat? A cow, maybe? This is quite literally the most disgusting thing I’ve ever seen in my life. Why would you do that? Are you aware that gas stations have rest rooms? Or better yet: go home.

Sometimes, you make people see red. I’m not an angry person, and I never will be, but that won’t make me hesitate in chasing you with a golf club to get the hell out of my yard. Stealing from, well, anyone, is a terrible thing. I’ve caught you a few times. I remember in the middle of the night, one of you tried to steal something. I ran outside and chased you off. What the hell was I thinking? Oh wait, I wasn’t. But I guess the joke’s on me, because now things have been stolen. You’re stealing from people who never had anything and worked their asses off to get what they have.

Why should I feel sorry for you? I want to puke every time I see you! I once went on a walk, which should be safe, and I was harassed! That’s not fair! I get to see you shooting up, and between the toes is the worst. Also, in regards to sex, do you think maybe you could find a place that’s not a parking lot?

I witness your drug deals day and night. I witness a lot of things I wish I never had to see.

Everyone has a story, but doing the things you’re doing… I’d rather see you dead than anything else.


This letter has no point. No one seems to care about the matter, and even if they could read it, they certainly wouldn’t care or respect it.

I ignore things the best that I can, but when it affects you directly, some heads need to roll.

I don’t feel sorry for you. If you got yourself into it, get yourself out of it. You can blame it on your family, or how someone left you, or even pain, but none of those are excuses. If they were good ones, I’d be a heroin addict and probably dead.

Nothing changes until you want it to. Nothing changes until you change it.

I will never feel sorry for someone that purposely puts themselves in a situation, then starts hurting other people because of it, be it in any way. Yeah, they’re still people, and they deserve help, but the things that are happening don’t need to be.

How do you feel about the matter?

Graduation Day

The day started out like any other day. I got up, made my breakfast smoothie, and listened to music; the only difference was that it was graduation day.

I called my neighbour around 11, and she came over to help me with my hair. There was no way I was doing it on my own! And after it was done…

 felt fierce… like lion, lol.

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t was such an important event, I even put earrings in.

Because of the teacher’s strike, the ceremony was moved from the one school to this neat little village in town, which I much preferred. It was an old schoolhouse that was built in 1907. It was a quaint little town, one in which I’d much rather live. But I’m biased, there were Victorian style houses, and those are some of my favourite types.

This was the schoolhouse – just a small little thing. Cozy.

I was running a little bit late, so I was worried, but everything was so relaxed. I walked into the building, which opened into a gym type of area, and headed left to be placed in my cap and gown. The people were all incredibly nice. I was surprised when people congratulated and complimented me.

After all of the graduates were in their cap and gowns, we were lined up in order. Mum came up before W and took a picture. In the first one, I stuck my tongue out. In the second one, I had a giant fake smile on. Here’s the third one.

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Soon after this, we were called up one by one to receive our certificates. Sadly, I don’t have pictures of that, but I held mine in the air in victory.

Going up wasn’t as scary as I thought it would be. We shook two people’s hands before reaching the principal, whom I adore. He spoke to me a bit longer than everyone else, congratulating me and saying how he knows it took a while, but he was glad I finally accomplished it. That meant something huge. It meant he remembered who I was, and he remembered that I talked to him along the journey, gaining counsel and confidence. He was a fantastic principal. And I feel that’s how people in power are supposed to be – caring.


I also talked to another teacher I had (who became vice-principal), who I knew cared, and was overjoyed to have finally met in person.


He was someone I ended up talking to quite frequently, so I’m glad he’s in the position he is now. I also got to shake the hand of a police officer, so that was neat.

During the ceremony, there was a young man who could not speak, but he had the most incredible writing. I almost started crying it was so powerful. I wish I could begin to describe what he wrote, but I can’t. It was beautiful. They didn’t think he was going to ever graduate, but that was because nobody gave him the chance! I suppose everyone is capable of proving people wrong.


Now I’m just going to share random photos.

Mum & I.

Dad & I.

Both parentals and I.

More in air victory.

My Sister & I.

Soon after photos, we went home. I got to keep my cap, and I had a nice day/night of listening to music and dancing by myself. I don’t often say that I’m proud of myself, but this is something I’m incredibly proud of. I wore my cap for hours, even after I got home, and I don’t think I stopped smiling once. I’m so, so happy that this chapter in my life is over.

Psychiatric nursing, onward!