Not-So-Black Friday

"Sufficient Breakfast"

So needless to say, I did not partake in the madness known to mankind as "Black Friday". I cannot be bothered to wake-up in the middle of the night (is there really a point in sleeping?) to go hunt down the so-called bargains. Yes, I'm sure there were many to be found and celebrated, but unlike most females I know, I absolutely must be in the mood to shop. Of course there are times when I'm bound and determined to track down that one particular black wool peacoat with the military-esque brass buttons that may have come in at Zara or how about that oversized studded grey leather purse at Urban Outfitters, but I am not an aimless shopper. If I am going shopping, it's because I have a specific list in my mind of things I need.

Oh, and for the love of God, even if I DO have a list, I will not shoe shop. I detest shoe shopping with every inch of my being. I feel like that may change now that I moved past the phase of my life where merely owning every color know to man in the same pair of flip-flops was okay (forgive me, I am a Florida native). Now I'm slowly become more inclined to shoes. My Carvella black ankle boots and my Michael Kors silver T pumps have certainly been loved, and I've only had them for a few months. I suppose that my feet are extremely grateful for drastic upgrade (well, maybe not so grateful for the calluses, but it's just a price to pay).

So in leiu of shopping, I ducked out to Starbucks with Jordan for coffee (he immediately deemed this an insufficient breakfast; I however believe that anything that tastes that wonderful and gives me energy eliminates any cons).

Okay, so another thing that kept me out of the rat race was the fact that my body decided to gift me with immense pain. I was balled up for two-and-a-half hours and popping Aleve like candy (bit of an exaggeration, I'm more of a "follow the label" kinda gal). This "gift" is just another reason to hate twelve days of the year and persuades me more and more each time to take up the "Brangelina" lifestyle when I get older. I love children, I do, and I'm okay with having ones that didn't cause me pain, nausea, vomitting and mood swings for a total of nine months (I'm sure my husband would be glad for a lack of those 274 days of pure "pleasantry").

Anyways, I'm probably going to turn in for the night. Jordan's too busy to watch "Mock the Week" with me, so I won't be getting my fill of snarky British humor tonight. I hope everyone had a lovely Thanksgiving. It certainly is the holiday that keeps on giving (leftovers!).

Do YOU Believe in Magic

Dwight Howard

Why Dwight? WHY? Ugh, I just feel inconsolable after the Magic's loss tonight to the Miami Heat. Everyone was sure that the Magic had this one in the bag. However, from the very beginning, the Magic trailed behind (not by much, but still). They seemed to regain their mojo in the third, and then threw it away again in the fourth, allowing the Heat sixteen straight points with nothing on the Magic's end. I'd rather not get started on the poor refereeing that went on (and on our home turf!)

As far a free throws go, however, Orlando needs to step up their game. Dwight Howard was Not-So-Superman tonight, missing several very clutch free throws. If anything, I'd like to ask the Magic community to back off Jason Williams. He played a really fantastic game tonight, scoring 25 points total and consistently making his threes. Now, I know that everyone is saying that Williams was the "deciding factor" of this game, I beg to differ. Yes, he missed his two free throws, and coming from a guy whose average is 80%, that's rather surprising. I happen to be a bit of an empathizer and can see how the pressure may have gotten to him. With hundreds of thousands of viewers holding their breath (or screaming from their arena seats or couches), with nine seconds on the clock and your entire team looking at you with anticipation and pleading eyes, no wonder he lost his flow. I don't blame Jason at all, and neither should you. The Magic allowed several shots that could have been prevented if good defence had been played (how many times did "second-chance" shots happen due to a lack of defensive rebounding?) Need I again remind you of Dwight Howard's poor performance at the line?

I plan on mourning this loss over a sappy novel and several bottles of water (yeah, drinking Natty Light and being all-around belligerent isn't my style). We're back in action tomorrow night against the Atlanta Hawks. Hopefully we can go from losing to the number 13 team to defeating the number two team. Now that would be something to be thankful for.

Have a wonderful Thanksgiving my friends, and don't forget to always believe in Magic.

Praying for [Winter] Time

Ellie Goulding

Oh dear, once again I have managed to prove to myself how god-awful I am when it comes to "journaling". I'll no doubt look back on this one day and laugh, because surely I'll still be the same way down the road as I am now.

While the title of this post may allude to a George Michael song, he's certainly not a current musical obsession on my playlists. Now, I may normally be content to slip into a sort of lull to the tunes of Iron & Wine, Damien Rice and John Mayer, I've recently found my brother's musical interests slowly infiltrating my own. I find myself playing more and more "dance" style music - strong, catchy beats. Although he would object to Lady Gaga (Bad Romance is slowly climbing the "Most Played" list), he can't disagree with one artist, and that is Miss Ellie Goulding. Ellie Goulding is an up-and-coming artist from England and she's irresistable. She's got a fun, edgy vibe to her and her music screams "blast me in your car". Check out her single "Under the Sheets" here. Did I also mention she covered another upbeat favorite of mine ("Black & Gold" by Sam Sparro), she gets extra kudos for that.

But Sam Beam and Clarence Greenwood needn't fear, it never hurt to make new friends, after all

"Make new friends but keep the old, one is silver and the other gold."

TGIF

Hairspray

Oh hello blogosphere,
It's Friday once again and I couldn't be more thankful. I am currently waiting to go into my Art History class, which is one of my more interesting classes, so it's not much of a burden (like say, Physics).

Last night was my definition of a good time. You know, according to Urban Dictionary, a "good time" is defined as "When a bunch of lesbians knock on your front door and are having sex on your front porch". Needless to say, my definition varies greatly from this. My friend Rebecca invited me to a salon to receive a free shine treatment. I was captivated from the moment I set foot in the door. The entire salon was Broadway themed. Each styling station had playbill/posters/memorabilia from a different musical. I ended up at the "Hairspray" station (which I think is ironic given that we were in a HAIR salon).

I feel the need to also add that Bex is a horrible navigator. It was only partially her fault, seeing as Mapquest's map was ENTIRELY off. I dubbed it "The Night of U-Turns", seeing as Bex did about...seven (four on one road alone). We eventually found our way back home, although I can't entirely discount getting lost, I discovered many new parts of the area.
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Oh dear, it is now...Tuesday?
Q: How terrible am I when it comes to any kind of writing concerning my personal life?
A: Quite horrendous, really.

Well, here is what I managed to write on Friday. More to come soon.