Black Friday & vegetating.

So I went malling for Black Friday for my first time ever and it was quite crowded. I've never seen so many people in one place! I went there with every intention of starting my Christmas shopping...but then I ended up just buying myself a winter coat (which I thoroughly needed, actually) and a few books. One of which I've just started and it seems very promising. It's called The Meaning of Night by Michael Cox. Kind of dark, but intriguing. The first line is just...er...heartwarming: "After killing the red-haired man, I took myself off to Quinn's for an oyster supper."

But, anyways...
I've also entertained myself today by beating my high score in snood. It made me feel very very accomplished.

I'm kind of tired and have an urge to go back to reading this book, so I have a feeling this post will be much shorter than my previous two. And I don't really have anything to ramble about today.
What a shame, I know.

In the past few days I've listened to Cars and Telephones 42 times, so Rhapsody tells me.
I found that song back when I was first getting into Arcade Fire in 2005, and they've been my favorite band ever since, but that song kind of dropped off the radar until a few days ago when I listened to it again and now I'm hooked. It's probably one of their greatest songs, lyrically, and I can't see why it didn't make the album cut. But, alas, the Great Arcade Fire probably have their reasons.

I, of course, have my blogging playlist on...right now No Lies, Just Love is on. Ahh, that song is so passionate and sad and incredibly moving that I never get tired of it. Don't get me wrong, a lot of Connor Oberts' stuff is complete and utter crap, but there are some songs of his that are just incredible. I just wish his music was more constant rather than maybe 1 out of ever 5 of his songs actually being decent. But that's just my very humble opinion, I'm sure some people worship the very ground he walks on and think all of his songs...even ones such as The City Has Sex....which kind of makes me want to write the producer's of that album a strongly worded letter.

Well this book is calling me, so I must go back to it.