Halloweezy Time

Since I am the procrastinator extroadinaire, I realized today was crunch time as far as Halloween costumes go. I've know for days that I want to be a hippie (it speaks to my inner personality), I just had not bought the costume yet.

So today, I checked out of work a bit early in order to conquer the costume shopping world. I hit up all the classic shops, but none of the hippie outfits really were what I wanted. I did not want a sparkly, hooch costume. Too typical.

I finally took my search online, hoping it wouldn't be too late. That's when I found it. Not only the perfect hippie outfit, but also the faux leather, knee high boots with flower cut out. Want to see what it looks like, click the title of this post. Fabulous right!

Check it out: http://www.halloweencostumes.com/sexy-hippie-girl-dress.html

How You Know Your Boyfriend is a Madden-Addict

Maddiction is very common among teen and young adult males. Does someone you know suffer from this condition? Not sure how to tell? Here is a quick guide. If the symptoms sound all too familiar to you, seek help immediately. Maddiction can lead to loss of social life, bed sores, and brain deadness.

1. You showed up to Madden Gras 11. Okay, this is a baby sign that must be paired with other symptoms. This fact alone does not in any way make you a Madden addict, but it can be a precursor.

2. You googled videos before the game was released. That's right, you had enough time on your hands to sit around and GOOGLE Madden 11 videos. This allowed you to rally your addiction days or weeks before the game even came out.

3. You had a countdown. I hope for your sake that you didn't because if you show signs of this symptom, you are undoubtedly maddicted. I'm talking a physical countdown i.e. on your computer, on a calendar, numbers you rip off, etc.

4. You got the game at midnight (obviously). A true maddict MUST get the game at midnight, you all need your fix after all. You probably showed up around an hour or so ahead of time. I understand you're excited, but this symptom shows your addiction is taking over.

5. You play. And play. And play. And oh yeah, did we mention play? A full-blown maddiction case needs a lot of time dedication. When you're not working or eating, you're playing Madden of course. You will decline social engagements, reject telephone calls and even avoid unnecessary bathroom trips if it means five more minutes of Madden.

These are five tell-tale signs that you or someone you know is suffering from Maddiction. If this sounds like you, do not stop playing Madden all together for you will suffer from severe withdrawl that may cause you to curl up into the fetal position and whimper. Rather, make attempts to be sociable and alott time for other activities (besides playing Madden, talking about Madden, staring at Madden...).

If you're maddicted, I wish you luck. Maddiction has already claimed so many young lives.

Pet Peeve: Smoking

Quick rant about a new pet peeve that I just found out I have.

I am walking briskly across campus to my class, and a boy is walking in front of me. Average height, average weight, normal clothes. Nothing seems wrong with that right? 

Every puff he took of his nicotine cigarette blew back into my face. I tried to walk slower, it still got to me. I tried to pass him up but couldn't. 

Smokers: think of the people down wind from you! I don't want your smoke. Thanks.  

Earth

Thanks to god's gift, Netflix, I am able to watch any assortment of random movies that I feel necessary. This past week, I received Earth in the mail... the documentary about the planet that was released a few years ago on Earth Day.

When it came to theaters, I really wanted to see it but never got around to it (story of my film-viewing life). When I slid the DVD into the television, I was slightly nervous. I had built this documentary up so much that I feared it would fall way below expectations. I mean a documentary about the Earth... how exciting could it be?

I loved it! I want to watch it everyday for the rest of my life. Okay, that's a stretch but it was really good. And informative. And gorgeous! The scenery made me want to run outside and hike up the nearest mountain and then jump down a waterfall.

Not to mention, the narrator may be the best voice I have heard (besides Morgan Freeman and the Allstate guy, of course).

It was sad at some points. The caribou getting hunted didn't exactly put a smile on my face. Neither did the baby elephant that was lost from it's herd. Still, it did have the funny and happy and interesting parts. 

Random fact that I learned, mother polar bears hibernate and do not eat for 5 months; at the end of the five months, they have lost half of their body weight. 

All I'm saying is that if I don't eat for five months, I better lose more than half of my body weight. 

The next to come in the mail is The September Issue, a documentary about the making of the September Vogue. 

Click the title of this post to watch Earth trailer. 

Answer

Okay, I thought of an answer to all my questions. Easy peasy. I'm going to start my own business, a business which I feel we have a great need for in today's caffeine driven world.

A coffee delivery service.

Details to come. (I know right! I'm a genius.)

The Big Question

Well, my friends, it's hard to admit, but I'm growing up. I wouldn't say grown up yet. That's a stretch, but I can admit that I am in the process. Unfortunately. And do you know what that means? It means that I have to start making important decisions. Important, life determining, no going back decisions. Am I getting my point across?

Okay, so I might be being a smidge dramatic, but they are definitely important decisions. Graduate school after graduation? Or law school? Where? And what exactly is the LSAT? I feel as though I should know these answers already....

Me, who can't pay her water bill on time, is expected to plan an entire life. No sir-ee bob. Can't someone else do it for me? 

You would think that I would be allocating all my time to pondering over these ominous choices. What do I do instead? I watch Soap net all day. Beverly Hills 90210 (the old one of course), followed by The OC, and closed up with One Tree Hill. 

Now's the wake up call. WAKE UP and start thinking. Get it? Got it. GO!

A Sad Colts Homecoming

http://www.indystar.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20100208/SPORTS03/2090305

Where were all their fans? You best believe our boys in Black and Gold would have received a drunken, party homecoming regardless of win or lose. 

If you don't want to copy and paste, simply click the title. 

New Heinz Packets

How adorable are these new Heinz packets? The revamped packets bring a new chic to condiments. I can't wait to see them in my local fast food chains!

SB44. World Champions.

Black and Gold won the Superbowl. 

A fairy tale ending to a fairy tale season. How did I see the 31-17 win? On a balcony on 

Bourbon Street. Who Dat, baby?! A picture speaks a thousand words. The Former 'Aints, we ain't yo daddy's Saints! Today, Monday, February 9 is declared a personal holiday. 

Saints go all the way, Saints go all the way, I believe. 

Picture of Bourbon Street after the win.

Making History.

On Sunday, I had to honor to be in a place that made history. Where? you ask. The New Orleans Superdome. I cheered on the 2009 Saints team to their first NFC Championship, and their first trip to the super bowl! 

Was it an easy game? No. No one has ever accused the Saints of making it easy. It went into overtime after a Favre interception in the dwindling minutes of regular time. Then, with the Saints 

wining the coin toss, Robey had a spectacular return. Hartley booted in a chip shot field goal to sent the former Aints into SB44.

Tears shed, hugs flew, jaws dropped. It was ecstasy and shock that filled the Superdome air along with the firework smoke and black and gold confetti. Here we were, America's new team, headed to the biggest game of all time. 

I think I'm still in shock honestly. On the drive back to Baton Rouge, the Crescent City Connection was bumper to bumper traffic with people trying to get downtown and join the festivities. Did people mind the traffic? No. They hopped out their cars dancing, blaring "Stand Up and Get Crunk". Horns honked and honked and honked. 

All I can say is "Who dat? Who dat? Who dat say dey gonna beat dem Saints!" See you in Miami boys. 

Complete Misery

First. Day. Of School. 

The Monster Ball

I don't know how it took so long, but I am finally blogging about the Lady Gaga concert, the Monster Ball. After seeing her two hour show, if there was any doubt about her fabulousity to the extreme, it has now been cleared. Gaga-licious put on a crowd rocking, uber crazy extravaganza. It was more than anything I could have dreamed of and she has established herself as the queen of trendy, the queen of now. Was it outrageou? Of course, but would you expect any less?

Her opening acts were Semi Precious Weapon and Jason Derulo. Semi Precious Weapon was an odd cup of tea for this drinker, but entertaining none the less. Jason Derulo was mediocre, but I only knew one song of his (Whatcha Say). Still, the lackluster opening performances were soon forgotten as soon as Gagas appeared in a vision of lights with her little alien dancers. 

She danced. She sang. She changed outfits. And changed outfits. And changed outfits. And most importantly, she connected with the fans, little monsters as we liked to be called. Her dry wit and sarcastic personality shined through, and she even addressed her "is she a man" rumors.

My sister and I were engrossed as soon as we landed on Planet Gaga. We were dancing and singing the entire night, along with the five gay men behind us and the drag queen dressed as Gaga a few rows in front of us. We also got into the spirit of Ga. We both adorned ourselves in adequate amounts of glitter bottomed off by stiletto heels. Outrageous hairdos and out of this world makeup were musts. I mean, come on, how many times does one get to attend the Monster Ball?

Banging on the piano with her feet? Appearing dressed as a black crow? Her finale in the monster ball? I simply can't choose a favorite moment. She tweeted that day "New Orleans show me your teeth", and we bared them all embracing the singing sensation. 

All I can say is, I wish the Monster Ball was every night. 

Also, click the title of the post to see a hilar moment at a Gaga concert where an overzealous fan threw a bouquet of flowers at her during a performance, hitting her square in the head.