Festivus

Hello, blog.  Hello, world.  Have you missed me?

Don't answer that.

I'm feeling a little punchy today, as Caitlin Nosal would say.  Guess who reads my blog?  Caitlin Nosal does.  I hope she's reading this right now and feeling really special.  Because you are, Caitlin Nosal, you are.

I hope that one day I'm so famous that when I shout out to people in my blog it's a really big deal.  That is my goal.

It's Christmas break which means that my mind is clear (relative statement) and I'm back at work, and being back at work reminds me of blogging because this is where I started this blog.  I blogged a lot about Amy's and my escapades and lunch breaks to Target, but I don't think there will be very many of those over break unless I can apparate to her car because there's no way I'm walking outside at any time that I don't need to.  This is New England, and it is cold, and my mother is holding my impenetrable winter coat hostage because she is halfway through fixing my zipper.  It's all probably a scheme to force me to become more tolerant of the weather.  It's not working.

Today I'm being rebellious and pushing the boundaries of business casual at the T by dressing like a hipster a little bit.  On a regular hipster scale, I think I'm at about a 4, but on a hipster-as-compared-to-people-who-live-in-Connecticut scale, I'm probably at an 8.  I would take a picture and show you, but that would be a little bit weird and, as always, Sue would just look at me and think I'm a crazy person.  Which I am.  But I don't have Amy here to boost my confidence in my crazy today, on account of the fact that she got stranded in Europe but now is home, so I'll err on the side of not-crazy today.

(As a sidenote, I originally wrote "air on the side of caution," then Googled it and corrected myself.  Also, I would like to know if you're supposed to use "a" or "an" in front of numbers as you would if you spelled the number out, as I just did.  Because 8 doesn't start with a vowel or a consonant because it's just a number!  It has no letters.  It's just something I think about sometimes.)

I think about really random and odd things sometimes.  For instance, because I'm back at work today when I went into the bathroom I was immediately reminded of the fact that I ALWAYS go into the same bathroom stall at work.  And every time over the summer that I went in there and the toilet seat was up, I would be like, oh!  That means that it hasn't been used since it was cleaned.  So I think to myself, maybe I should just put the seat back up afterwards, and then if it's down next time, I would know if anyone else used it.  But then I think, what if somebody else has the same exact idea as me?  And then my plan would be foiled and I would be tricked into believing a falsity.  And I literally think this same sequence of thoughts EVERY TIME I go into the bathroom stall.  Including this morning, four months after the last time I thought it.  This boggles my mind.

I told you that I think about random and odd things.

Would you like to know the definition of stream-of-consciousness?  It's this blog entry.

HAPPY FESTIVUS!
Courtney

I'm Obsessed With...

The milkshake machine at the deli.  Fordham clearly wants me to be fat when I graduate because now I can make my own ice cream AND make my own milkshakes.  I got mint chip.  It's amazing.

Saturday night homecoming.  I don't think I can ever describe in words how excellent it was.  I would like to repeat it every week, but as Chris Bennett said, if we did, we would be on a fast track to early death.

This Copeland album.  I can't get enough of it.  Thank you, Jay Sit.

Amy's blog.  She has a hamster.  I want a hamster.

The fact that I will finally be videochatting with my AmCo copart tonight.  I might flail in excitement.

Not doing my homework, clearly.  Seeing as I'm writing this on the subway instead of doing it.

My hair.  It looks like Maci from Teen Mom today.  But I'm glad I don't have a baby to go with it.

My newly adopted beanbag.  I rescued it from Collins before anyone else could.  This clearly underscores my superiority over everyone else.

My new boots.  I'm slowly recovering from the loss of my old ones.  These ones are waterproof.  Its a miracle.

The show "My Generation."  Except I'm scared that that will be my life in seven years.  Cry.

The show "Outsourced."  I'm pretty sure that will never be my life.  But I'll bet this show would make my dad laugh.

The flats I helped build yesterday at set build.  I can't wait to see them UP tonight.

Chris Ingrao and Mike Dahlgren's dance moves.  I wish I was as cool as them.

Text messaging.  It's a problem.

Social media.  See above.

This.  Milkshake.  O.  M.  G.

That is all.

Love and obsessed,
Courtney

Updates

Updates on my life:
- I have returned to the Bronx, where all is noisy and colorful
- I have a beautiful new apartment, which I have taken over
- My roommate Katie is moving in tomorrow, which means I have to reign myself in a bit
- We all know that this task is a little difficult for me
- There is a rap video being shot outside bedroom window
- There is a train going by my window
- Contrary to popular belief, the train is not the loudest noise outside my window
- In actuality, the loudest noise outside my window is the rap music that gets played through blown out speakers in beaten up cars
- I don't like rap music when I'm sleeping
- I don't like rap music ever
- My Mac is in the mail after being fixed and will be sent to me shortly which is why I haven't updated
- I miss my Mac
- I miss my blog
- I miss Amy too much
- The same goes for her missing me
- A BAG GOT STOLEN FROM MY CAR AT MOVE IN
- THIS BAG HAD ELEVENISH PAIRS OF SHOES IN IT
- I miss my blue Steve Madden suede boots, the only expensive shoes I own(ed)
- They no longer make my boots in blue. I hate change
- I miss my Apt 9 plaid blue heels. The brand is "madi." Look them up and you'll comprenday
- They no longer make these heels
- Can someone ask Steve Madden and Kohls to make these shoes for me again?
- I did, however, find three pairs of my shoes online
- For this reason, I should always shop at Payless
- It's BOGO at Payless. This is a sign
- This is bedtime

Love and seepy-seeps,
Courtney