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How To: Get Keanu Reeves To Notice You

by Shannon

In Step Two of my conquest to get Keanu Reeves to talk to me (Step One was the song I wrote about him in high school), I recently published an article on Huffington Post. You can click this link to the read the article and contribute to my views here.

Now, the article itself is not exactly about Keanu Reeves, but it does mention him. I’m hoping he Googles himself to the point where he sees this, and asks for my hand in friendship, which I am willing to provide.

(Oh yeah. The actual article is about how exhausting it can be to be inspired to follow your dreams, and how sometimes you just want to sit on the couch, and yo, that is totally okay, and you should not have to feel bad about that, okay?)

I, Keanu, take thee Shannon…

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How To: Have A Great St. Patrick’s Day

by Shannon

With St. Patrick’s Day falling on a Monday this, I did my main celebrating Saturday with Liam and some friends, and man, we had a blast.

I’m a strong believer that St. Patrick’s Day can be totally fun, without having to pay a $15 cover and cram yourself into a room that seems to have more elbows than bartenders and vacant bathrooms, with the former constantly being shoved in your face. Last year, Liam and I did a sweet College Street pub crawl with a friend that worked out awesome – non-Irish bars get ignored during this holiday, so we had great service, and the bartenders were fun to chat with. This year, we went for the same idea.

Once everyone found the place, we all huddled into Duke’s Refresher, which is a relatively new bar on Gerrard at Yonge. It has a great beer selection, the food was killer (as was my beer milkshake. What!?), and the band kept playing Beatles songs once they realized we loved them. We sat around, played Truth or Dare, ordered multiple Moosehead‘s, and the band even dedicated a song to me.

From there, we booted over to Jack Astor’s for some Woodchuck Ciders, then over to Beer Academy to wrap up the evening. By the time my facepaint was wearing off and Liam and I had demolished the Chinese food we brought home to devour during House of Cards, I was tapped, but I’d had one awesome St. Patrick’s Day.

In honour of my awesome day, I’ve put together a small list of rules that should help you have a wonderful holiday without being stupid.

1. Always make friends with the band and bartenders. They’re so often really cool

2. Ain’t nothing wrong with painting your face. Just ask my mom, who still faithfully does it every year

3. If you have to pay cover at a normally coverless bar, it probably isn’t worth it

4. Eat, eat! You’re skin and bones

5. Green dye will make you feel gross

6. Friends are better than no friends

7. Sing along, clap your hands, laugh loudly. If people can’t hear how much fun you’re having, you’re not having enough fun!

8. At the end of the day, make sure you curl up with a glass of water, a good book that you’re fanatically reading because it expires from the library in two days and you apparently can’t renew e-books, and someone who loves you (even if that someone is just a poster of Keanu Reeves)

How To: Care For Curly Hair

by Shannon

I originally meant this to be a snarky post, all like, “If you find out, tell me, because I have severe difficulties.” But then I thought, you know what, my hair isn’t that brutal errrrrryday, so, I will take a note from my new blog friend (OMG) Jess and explain my daily routine.

This all started because a co-worker of mine couldn’t believe I didn’t wash my hair. As in, I haven’t touched a bottle of shampoo in about two years. My hair just doesn’t shampoo well. It gets dry and feels weird and just doesn’t feel like hair anymore to me. The oils and shiz that build up on straight-hair and make you look sick and gross and weird happen to help weigh my hair down to a somewhat manageable volume.

I also don’t brush my hair. It’s impossible. Sometimes I let my mom do it when I go home to visit my parents, but that’s more for the excellent scalp vibe (you know what I’m talking about, don’t lie and be weird) than the brushing itself. Brushing is instant death to curly hair. It rips the curl, it blows it up, and then it just vomits all over it. If you have curly hair, and you have issues with it, FOR THE LOVE OF KEANU REEVES STOP BRUSHING YOUR HAIR.

Man, that took a lot out of me. Forget things to do, just don’t do the above and I’ll get to other tips later, yo.

In the meantime, my curly hair is still far from perfect, so if you do have great tips, send ’em through!

And God said, Let there be curls

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