Public Service Announcement

Hello, friends!

I have decided to start preparing my body for Jordan's time. What does that mean? It means I will stay up until 2 pm tomorrow until I get on the plane, and then I will sleep. Jordan is seven hours ahead so it will really be like I am going to bed at 9 pm. Yes, I do hate myself- in case you were wondering. So, instead of doing that thing humans do called sleep, I'm going to take this time to make an announcement pertaining to the near future of AddSomeFinessa.

Me in the airport...but paler.

OKAY, OKAY, I'LL TELL YOU MORE ABOUT IT!

In my marketing class at BYU, we learned about the concept of a brand champion. You may also know this by the name "brand whore" (this is the difference between Utah and the rest of the country) A brand champion is someone who loves everything a certain brand produces merely because it is part of that brand. For example, someone who is an Apple brand champion probably has the iPad, iPhone, Macbook, Apple TV, etc.

So, I feel like I use my blog solely to vent and complain about the world. But let's be real, the world is giving me a lot of reasons to complain...and there I go again. BUT I FEEL LIKE I never give you a taste of what I love. You think I'm passionate about things I hate? Wait until you hear me talk about what I love!! Because, yes! I am guilty of being a brand whore! (That's about as slutty as it gets, people.)

So for the next few months, I will be doing a new segment on my blog about my brand championality/osity/ness. It won't be the sole content of my blog, but probably scattered between posts about traveling around Jordan and crying over my Arabic textbook.

How will you know if this post is part of my new segment? Because it has a title, duh!

I call it: "I'm all about that (insert word here)". But I regret to inform you that no, no, I am NOT all about that bass.

It's about 3:30 am.....so I think I'll wait a solid 6 hours to post this.

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