Oops, I Did It Again

Britney Spears reference intended.

It's official - I should no longer be allowed to own nice things.  This is where my phone is at right now:

Yep, dropped it out of my back pocket again.  Can someone please tell me how a person does this with THREE SEPARATE PHONES??  Because I definitely don't understand it.  This is the most ridiculous thing ever.

The phone definitely looks a lot better than it did last time, and last time it dried out in like 5 days, so I am not going to replace it (mostly because I can't justify shelling out a hundred dollars again), and if it doesn't dry out and start working properly, I am going on a technology cleanse.  No smart phone.  No Facebook 24/7.  And NO BUBBLE BUSTER!  Seriously, I was on Level 192.  Who does that??

I read on several sites that you were supposed to put your phone in uncooked rice, but some sad a plastic bag, and some said a bowl, so I decided to compromise. 

I just like to give all sides a fair shot.

What if someone put their phone in cooked rice?  That would be pretty dumb.  And funny.

The most disheartening part?  When I plugged in the RazR that I borrowed from good ol' Jorgio, I didn't have any new text messages.  Doesn't anyone love me?

Anyone???  Anyone at all???

Sigh.

But let's be a little positive, shall we?  Tomorrow I have two interviews (fingers crossed!), a day at SELF, Christine's open bar at Public House, the royal wedding (!) and the kick-off of Spring Weekend 2011!  Follow @FU_VPT for our Fordham University Varsity Party Team updates all weekend.  It will probably be epic.  In all honesty, I shouldn't have had a nice phone for this weekend anyways, so I guess it's good timing.

I can find justifications for most things.

In other news...

I need to clean my room.  When your room is like, one foot by one foot, a couple of things on the ground make it real messy, real fast.

I'm going to go do that right now...

Since I can't play Bubble Buster on my phone...

CROSS YOUR FINGERS FOR MY DROID!!!

Love,
Courtney

Bored Cupcakeing

Happy Easter, everyone!  I'm fairly confident I doubled my body weight through all the eating I did today, from french toast at Amy's to hors d'oeuvres to Easter dinner to delicious dessert, which I made and will be posting here shortly.  Our local fire department gets calls all the time to carry 400 pound people out of their houses because they can't do it themselves (I should know, my dad is the chief), so if they have to come lift a 250-pound Courtney out of here tomorrow, it's really quite a break for them, I think.

Since I forgot my camera card importer at school, I can't post my french silk pie step-by-step, so I figured we could make some cupcakes instead.  I got bored a couple of weeks ago and decided to bake, and I had all of the ingredients for this recipe in my apartment, thus, it was meant to be.  Plus, cupcakes are the best.  Duh.

My KitchenAid mixer made a guest appearance for this baking expedition, so I shall give credit where credit is due.

Let's get started, shall we?

Start by creaming together a cup of sugar and a stick (half-cup) of butter in your mixer, or whatever other inferior piece of equipment you may have on hand.

If you eat some of this, I support that decision.  Just don't eat it all.  No mixture = no cupcakes.

Then violently crack two eggs...

...and add them into the butter/sugar mixture.  If you're taking pictures for your blog, do this slowly, because you don't really get a second shot at this.  Well, actually, you're cracking two eggs... so you actually do get another shot.

Sorry I lied to you.

Next comes two teaspoons of vanilla extract...

...one and three-quarters cups of baking powder...

...and one and a half cups of flour.  If you're using a mixer, be careful.  Flour loves to go everywhere.  I learned this the hard way.

Clearly, I'm not the neatest baker.  It makes it taste better.  I swear.

At this point, the batter is rather thick.  Oh yeah, and it's also freaking delicious.  Be careful.  This step is not for those without self control.

Oh wait, that would be me.

Then, stir in a half-cup of milk until the batter is smooth...

...like this!!

Or like this!!  I don't really know what the difference is between these two pictures.  That's what happens when I wait two weeks between taking the pictures and posting them.

Bake the batter in cupcake pans for about 20 minutes at 350 degrees.  Again, I don't remember how long they actually took because I waited too long.  I keep failing you.  Disappointment reigns.

I mean, but not that much.  I'm not worried about it.  Don't worry about it.  It's cool.

I took a lot of pictures for this recipe, so I'm making you wait on baited breath (she said sarcastically) until tomorrow for the frosting nom recipe.  All I can say is that it's chocolate, it's delicious, and it's served warm.  Cake gods help me now.

Here's the recipe again that I used for the cupcakes - it's a little bit heavier, like a corn muffin: Simple White Cake Recipe.

Now I must return to my eventful night of fitting all of my shopping, painting supplies, and leftovers into my tiny suitcase to take back tomorrow while watching the first Royal Wedding Week special on TLC.  This week is going to be very unproductive for me.

Love and cupcakes,
Courtney

The Real World: A Metaphorical Hypothesis

So it's really no question that I'm obsessing about what I'm going to do in exactly 29 days.  Unless the world really is going to end on May 21st, in which case I should just live it up while I still can.  I'm not really one to take my chances, though, so I think I'll keep sending out resumes at this point.

But thank goodness tonight I decided to go to Friday's with my buds and meet up with some high school friends Nick and Mike, the latter of which decided that he needed to educate us all about the real world, seeing as we were obviously unprepared to experience it.  Really, I'm glad that I got some preparation, because we weren't quite understanding the true gravity of the real world experience.  So, Mike decided to break it down for us.

What is the transition from college to the real world like then, you ask?

Why, it is equal to... a birth.

Now, stopping there may not seem like such a revolutionary concept.  But the analogy did not stop there.  You see, we emerge from the birth canal of college into the world, and we are attached to our placenta of student loans by an unbreakable umbilical cord (which actually doesn't make much sense because umbilical cord are cut, like immediately after birth.  But whatever).  And we spend 40 years "hacking away" at our student loan umbilical cord until, finally, we cut through it, in whatever state it finally ends up in.

Are you grossed out?  I hope so.  Because I definitely was.  And I didn't even give you the full details.

But all in all, Friday's (FRIDAY!  FRIDAY!  GOTTA GET DOWN ON FRIDAY!) turned out to be a much more eventful time than we originally planned.  And we even recorded a rendition of Rebecca Black's "Friday" on my camera, complete with commentary on the lyrics (YOU COULD HAVE PICKED ANY SEAT, REBECCA BLACK!  WHY DID YOU CHOOSE THE ABSOLUTE WORST ONE??), which will be posted ASAP, despite protests from Becks and Colleen.

Hey, after tonight... maybe moving home in May won't be so bad after all.

Oh but hey, if you're reading this and want to offer me a job in the city, uhm, please do.  Fridays at Friday's cannot be my future forever.

Love,
Courtney

Note: Mike, if you are reading this and making fun of it, the fact that you are reading it right now negates your judgment of this blog.  And if you're not reading it, well... we'll never know, will we now?

No More Fish for Courtney

I'm such a delinquent, and I realize that I haven't blogged since March.  It's such a problem.  I'm spending all of my time being a senior, which equates to having senioritis, applying to jobs every five seconds, commiserating with other seniors, and finding something to do every night.  

Actually, I've been going to bed at, like, 10pm lately because apparently I'm an old woman.  Seeing as it's 9:41 and I'm falling asleep right now, I don't think that's going to change anytime soon.

Anyways, I have some sad news to report.

Poor, loving Reid is no longer with us.

Can someone please tell me why I can't keep a fish alive?  I swear I did everything correctly with this fish, including engaging him in meaningful conversation on a regular basis.  Maybe he died from an overdose of love.

No, seriously, I said hello to my fish every time I entered the room.  Perhaps I will demonstrate with my cat while I'm home for Easter break over the next couple days.  Animals really love me.

But here's the real question...

Who am I going to share my salmon sushi with??

Now that I think about that, sharing my sushi with a fish is pretty much cannibalism.  Like... fish-abalism.  OR FISH-A-BOWL-ISM!!!  GET IT???  LIKE A FISH BOWL???

Please indulge me in my self-perceived wit and hilarity.  I would really appreciate that.

And actually, I probably shouldn't be eating fish from the deli anymore, anyways.  Unless I want to risk eating food from a restaurant that scored a 53 on its health inspection.

Ah, well.  Now I am, once again, roommate-less.  Perhaps that means I will have to find other outlets for my extraneous thoughts.  Like..... HERE!!

You're welcome,

Courtney