Decemburr!

Hi fraanz!  Happy December!  I'm so excited that the best month of the year is here.  Don't argue with me if you think otherwise.  You'll lose.

It has been a very busy work week, but that's okay because that just made it go faster.  Also, I started listening to Christmas music this week, so that just made everything better.  The "'Santa Claus is Coming to Town' by Bruce Springsteen" Pandora station is the best Christmas station ever.  Just LISTEN to it.

Yesterday was Wednesday, which meant that it was 12th Street Wednesday, as per usual.  But NOT as per usual, Andrea surprised me with a birthday cake - red velvet, my favorite.  You do learn a couple of things after rooming with someone for three years.

Heather helped light the candles, Brendan helped fuel Andrea with wine while she baked, and Sara helped rally the bar in singing "happy birthday."  I don't know if I would call that last one helping, but I love her anyways.

I blew out all the candles because I am the big bad wolf.  That last sentence was a little weird.  Then we all ate cake, even Mikethebartender.  I ate three pieces.  And took home six more.

Then Obama came to my mini-birthday party in his motorcade and made large crowds and police cars appear outside the bar.  For my birthday, of course.  We gave the people who were waiting to cross the street cake when they came in for drinks.

This morning, I snoozed my alarm for 45 minutes and then went to go get my license renewed and changed to New York State.  I took a picture of my old license because I knew they would take it away from me.  They stapled through it.  THROUGH it.  And now all I have is a crappy little temporary license.  It was rather anticlimactic.

I hung up some pictures in my room because I haven't lived in my apartment for five months now, or anything.  I thought it might be time to get around to it.  However, I clearly can't be trusted with anything.

I'm not really sure how I did this, but I somehow jabbed myself in the head with a mechanical pencil.  Jabbed?  Jammed?  All of these words are awkward.  I can't even.

Anyways, there's a baby hole there now.  If you can't see it, just trust me.

It's okay, though.  I got everything done.  And my hammer is pink.

My mom bought it for me.  Don't judge.


Tomorrow is Friday, everybody!  Rebecca Black taught me that that is the day that comes after Thursday.  Also, I get to wear blue jeans.  And isn't that always a reason to celebrate?

Love,
Courtney

PS: I think this is the worst writing I've ever used in a blog post.  So that means the pitch I am about to start drafting will be great, right?  Yeah, I totally thought so.

I've missed the Interwebs

This week has been my first week back in the city, and it's been a little bit insane.  I did lots of stuff.  Like see Harry Potter (eee!), see my first structure fire in the city (and of course I had to send pictures to my brother and dad), paint my shelves, finally put away my clothes, have my mother come visit, go to another open bar. have dinner with cool people, and I don't even know what else.

Oh, and a little baby kiddo probably my brother's age tried to hit on me waiting in line to sit down for a 9pm flight from Oahu to Los Angeles by telling me that he liked my hair.  These are the things I thought about when that happened: Are you talking to me?  What is even going on?  Who are you?  You have an NBC Sports shirt on.  Why are you hitting on me?  I'm wearing my pajamas.  How old are you?  You're such a baby.  Why are you carrying a Guitar Hero guitar on the plane with you?  Was that really a necessary carry-on?  Do I have to sit next to you?  People are laughing at this right now.  I'm glad I can amuse everyone.  Thank god I didn't switch my seat to the exit row.

But technically that happened before this week.

This is what I did last night... the latest Improv Everywhere Mp3 Experiment.  It was socoolzomg.  Look out for the video compilation in a couple weeks!  Then we went to a bar and played Jenga and drank pickle juice.  No, I'm not kidding.

Tomorrow is day one of getting back on track with my fitness goals.  Now that vacation is behind me and I'm a little more settled into my apartment, I have no more excuses.

Ugh I've never appreciated weekends so much more in my life.

Back to work tomorrow!
Courtney

Window: A Photostory

This is my room (and my laundry that I haven't put away).

In my room, there is a window.

It is a very tall window.

And this is what is outside!

There is a train that takes you to Connecticut or to Manhattan and wakes you up if you leave your window open.

 Look!  A bus!  Hi, bus.

There is a restaurant named "Mexican Restaurant."  I give it an A for descriptive... F for creative.

One time, I woke up at 3 in the morning, and there were people yelling outside, so I peeked through the blinds and saw two dudes pushing each other on this street corner.  It was like cops... but outside my window.  Don't tell my mom, though.

The red awning is "Kennedy Fried Chicken," not to be confused with "Kentucky Fried Chicken."  We're too good for that shiznit in the Bronx.

Sometimes, this window has sheets hanging out of it.  Or pants.  Or other articles of clothing.  It's a mystery to me.

These city windows need to assert that they are cooler than regular windows.  So they're a little complicated to open.

You have to open the cage.  Like a hamster cage.  But... not.

And put your hand through.  Don't worry, it won't bite.  It also helps if you have a weird, bulgey vein on your wrist.  I don't know why.

And then... push it open!

Look!  An open window!  You did it!

Dear window next to my bed: I love you.  Love, Courtney


Love from me (and my window),
Courtney

I Should Never Plan For Anything

I cannot handle myself right now.  This statement could be true most days, but it very true right now.  "Why??" you may ask.  "Are you incredibly busy and stressed out and have papers and classes and auditions and internships and tours and other important things?"

No.

I am bored.

I am not USED to being bored.

I am not a bored person.

I am especially not a borING person.  But we all know that.

Therefore, I have nothing to write about, except being bored.  Plus, I have become exceedingly reliant on my phone since my computer broke, and even though it's back now, it's difficult to pry my hand away from my Droid to type.  Droid does... take over your brain.

So here is a bunch of mishmash from my two-ish-something weeks back at school.  I'm so bored I don't even know how long I've been bored for.

My life.

Well, first off, I live in a hotel.  Not really.  But it really looks like a hotel.  There are also fire alarms nearly every day because Fordham really wants to make sure that the new buildings don't burn down.

Although, I don't think that steam from your shower can burn down the buildings.  They're just really careful here.

This is our too-small living room.  There is a love seat and a chair.  Because evidently, a five-person apartment doesn't need five seats.

We do have a blue accent wall, though.  Win for us.

This is our kitchen.  It's an "open floor plan," if your definition of open floor plan is having kitchen appliances in the hallway.  We run our dishwasher at least once a day.  Good thing this is a green building, or something.

My bedroom is cozy.  And also, small.  And also, red.  But you know what else it is?  Mine.  All mine.

Amy and I made strengths bags based on our StrengthsFinder 2.0 assessments, which we did at Travelers and super, super love.  I love my strengths an unnatural amount.  Hence why I designed a bag based on them.

My strengths bag is so empowering.  I'm feeling so "empowered woman" lately.  I love it.

Hey, Amy, I promise to reorder your bag.  It has improved my life tenfold.  Not to rub it in.  Oops.

In the new buildings, there is a new dining place, too.  The best attribute of this new dining place is a machine with make-your-own-ice-cream.  Yes.  Make your own.  All the time.  70+ flavors. 

I need one of these for my living room.  It can go right in the middle of the floor, because that's the only open space in the room.

My first choice was caramel with chocolate chunks.  It was the best decision I made all day.  I feel like someone milked a cow, churned it into ice cream, and served it to me right then.  That's how good it was.

It's very possible that I will gain some weight this semester.  I will worry about this at a later time.

My friends and I went downtown to do a little shopping on one of our days off a couple of weeks ago.  Right in the middle of Herald Square, instead of going to Macy's and JCPenney and all sorts of other normal stores, we found Jack's Discount Store.  It was huge.  And everything on the first floor was one dollar.

Needless to say, I went a little shop crazy.  BUT I ONLY SPENT TWELVE DOLLARS!

Among the things I bought...

Alphabet magnets for the fridge.  Since there was only one of each letter, my name was the only one we could spell.  I'm gifted like that.  For shizzle.

This is a blurry picture of Miranda with a giant lighter.  We found it.  We documented it.  It doesn't work.

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Now, my sights are set on getting an internship, which is exactly what I told myself I wouldn't do this semester.  But if I've learned anything in the past two weeks, it's that just when you think you have a plan set for yourself, everything's going to turn upside down.  So where do you go from there?

Well, I don't know.  That's yet to be seen.  And that's okay.

Positivity!!

Oh, and if you are the internship I just applied for, hello there!  Please don't take my recent lack of blogging activity as indicative of my usual habits.  And, I really, really want to interview with you.  I didn't just make that up for my cover letter paragraph.  So... contact me!!

Love and looking forward,
Courtney