The One Where It's Friday, Friday Gotta Get Down on Friday

Okay, people, first things first...

Please say hello to my new car!!!!! 

I am literally the worst at taking pictures so I cut off his nose, but you get the picture.

Awww yisssss front view

I don't know what his name is yet (he is definitely a boy). I want to name him after a character from a book or movie where something bad happened to this character (e.g., he got his car stolen) but in the end it ended up working out for the best (e.g., he now has a Civic that gets almost double the gas mileage and can FINALLY play his iPod in his car while driving... er... I mean that's just an example). Any suggestions will be appreciated and carefully considered. And, if you suggest a name and I end up picking it, you will win a very nice prize. (No, for real, I actually have an idea for a prize.)

So, long story very short, I hemmed and hawed over my options, wrote down a LOT of numbers on a LOT of different pieces of paper, hemmed more, hawed more, chewed my right pinkie fingernail to bits, woke up in the middle of the night agonizing over the decision 3 nights in a row, and finally decided to just go for it and buy the new car. 

I've never had a brand-new car. That new car smell is no joke. 

Fancy touchscreen controls. Weird to not have a volume button for the radio.

AMAZING right-side camera that comes on whenever I put my right blinker on so I can ACTUALLY see what's in that lane, not just assume I am correct in thinking I will not smash into a car when I merge.  Note: picture was taken in driveway, not while driving.

I could even fit into the back seat with the front seat all the way back!!! This bodes well for regular-length limbed folks.

I love him and I just want to hug him every time I look at him. 

Also, THEY FOUND MY OLD CAR. Not stripped, not broken, not anything. 

My actual face when I got the phone call from the police.

The Huntington Beach Police Department called me the day after I bought my new car and told me they found Jackie in some random parking lot out in HB. Given that I had signed the title over to the dealership the day prior, I was no longer legally responsible for the car, but the tags were still in my name at that point so I had to let the Honda dealership know and they took care of it. SO WEIRD. It's literally like the people who stole it took it because they needed a ride out to Huntington Beach and have never heard of "asking your friends for a ride" or "it's called the bus." So, anyhoo, I think the saga is officially over and while I still would have preferred to not have to deal with that enormous headache that is a stolen car, I love my new car so much I almost don't even care. 

So that's that. I just can't wait to see the next adventure life brings my way. Hopefully this one will have less thievery and more of a rich prince who wants to take me sailing on his yacht and buy me diamonds, but whatever. 

In other news, I took this Buzzfeed Quiz about how many summer milestones I've accomplished and I am SERIOUSLY slacking in this department. Well, I did just get a fun Barbie/neon pink mani yesterday, but other than that... 

I guess since I live in SoCal, I have more summer weather to take advantage of than just until Labor Day but considering I will be starting school right around then, I won't have summer leisure time. So, Monique and I are planning a Roommate Adventure, Summer Theme for Sunday. Actual plan TBA. I will tell you what we will not be doing, however, which is reading rumors about Beyonce and Jay-Z breaking up because I swear to god if that actually happens I will need to go into mourning for a solid 7 days. You were warned.

Happy weekend!

The One Where We Talk About Beyonce

Before we really get going here, let me just say I thought Queen B KILLED IT during the Super Bowl Halftime Show. Sorry, the Pepsi Super Bowl XLVII Halftime Show at the Mercedes-Benz Superdome. So, you have three choices. 

1) You can say "GIRL, you're CRAZY. That was TERRIBLE." And keep reading anyway.
2) You can say "GIRL, you're CRAZY. That was TERRIBLE." And stop reading.
3) You can say "GIRL, you're RIGHT!" And keep reading.

Continue as you must. 

Let me state by saying that I've never been a huge fan of Beyonce's. I feel like she does too many unnecessary vocal rifts that can border on screechy in some of her songs (prime examples: Ave Maria and Emotion). I fear she is a giant, enormous diva in real life who demands the air around her be a stable 76 degrees at all times and if you look at her the wrong way, you're fired. I wish I knew more about her and Jay-Z as a couple, which translates into I wish she was less private about her private life. Also, this: 

I don't really trust anyone who names their offspring after types of fruit (I'M LOOKING AT YOU, GWYNETH) or crayons.

That being said, she has won me over with her INSANE weave and killer Sasha Fierce eyes. Lest we forget, here is a link to the video of her performance: 

I love how the announcer, at the very beginning, says, "And we are just seconds away from the arrival of Beyonce." Because EVERY PERSON who is watching this knows who she is. I'm pretty sure you'd have to be blind and deaf with a terribly boring Anne Sullivan to not know who she is. I can't even FATHOM what it must be like to be her. But I sure would like to find out! 

So after I watched this, I immediately thought "I must get myself to the gym!" so that's where I headed. And proceeded to listen to Beyonce and Destiny's Child songs throughout my entire workout. In case you're wondering, my favorite Beyonce song is Schoolin' Life. If you haven't heard it, you must. It pumps me up every single time I listen it. I could be doing the dishes and this song will come on and I'll be like "YEAH! DISHES!" And they get done 14% faster, I swear. 

I am also an enormous fan of the Destiny's Child song Survivor. Not that I've really experienced a lot of hardship in my life (hi, I grew up in a white, upper-middle-class household) but whenever I listen to this song, I'm all like "YEAH! I AM a survivor! Gonna surround myself with POSITIVE THINGS! GAIN that PROSPERITY!"

And, of course, when it's just one of those days when the entire universe and everyone in it is annoying you, I always relate to Bug-A-Boo. "YEAH! You DO make me wanna tell MCI to cut the phone cord! SO WHAT you bought me a pair of shoes!"

Also, can we talk for a hot second about all the different versions of Destiny's Child there have been?

Version 1:

Version 2:

That doesn't even look like Beyonce in the middle. It's an alien impostor!

Version 3:

I tried to read the entire Wikipedia article about the group, so I could determine why the lineup changed so much, but it was very lengthy. Slash I am lazy. Regardless, the length of the article fuels my deep-seated fear of Beyonce's potential divaness. But for now, I am still convinced she is awesome. HATERS TO THE LFET.