Facebook is Such Trouble for Me

I have such a problem with Facebook.  I mean, I'm pretty sure every other college student in the US does too, so I'm cool with it, but seriously.  It's such a problem.

Facebook apparently doesn't really want to help me fix this problem (oh, I wonder why?) because I was wasting time the other day when I saw this new thing.  Facebook has yet another new feature.  I really wanted you to get the full experience, so I think I'll just show you what happened.

Oh, hey, I'm on Facebook and I'm pretty bored and/or not doing my homework on purpose.

I guess I'll look up Heather's profile and see what the heck she's doing, although I will probably see her in an hour.

(I did not put Heather's Facebook profile on here because she is an RA and she would not appreciate that.  Effin' RA's.) 

Hey, what's that thing underneath Heather's profile picture?

Hmm, I'm gonna click it.

And then, BAM!  A profile was created for... Heather's and my friendship.  My mind was blown.

Please take note of the adorable photo chosen for our profile picture and the really thoughtful wall posts that we shared.  There was also a whole set of photos of Heather and me.

Like this one!  Spring Weekend, freshman year.  We were such babies then.

So naturally, I started looking up other people...

My roommate Andrea and me!  Profile picture: Halloween, sophomore year, in our room.  Andrea was the same costume for Halloween LAST night too!  Carmen Sandiego, anyone?

This was my personal favorite of our shared pictures... rockin' out to Aquanett sophomore year at the Four Town Fair.

You can also browse... other people's friendships.  Creepy?  Yes.  Doing it anyways?  Yes.

This is Diana and Andrea's friendship.  Their picture brings back so many TIERNEY memories!

Diana and I have, by far, the best profile picture.  I LOLed when I saw it.

We also have the best throwback photo.  We look SO LITTLE here!!!  I want to be a freshman again sometimes, and then I think... but then I would be a freshman.  And I still want to do it.

Jen was up next.  We have lots of nice pictures because Jen is a mama and she makes me try to be an adult but I couldn't resist this photo...

Trying to sit on Jeremy's lap and take a picture, freshman year, my room.  I think we have a lot of these.

Amy and I have a job to do over Thanksgiving and winter break, which is to make our Facebook friendship as closely mimic our real friendship as possible.  Facebook says we don't even have a picture together, which is not true.  Nevertheless, this is a sad sight and it must be fixed.

My little brother is probably glad that this is the extent of our Facebook friendship, but when he comes for sibling weekend next semester, he will love me so much more.

Then I moved onto my loveyloves at home.  Colleen and I have quite a colorful page.

I thought this was a silly picture and forgot all about it and now it makes me want to look at pictures from high school, which could just be a crazy mess.

I didn't forget about this photo, unfortunately, but it needed to be shared.  I swear I'm not a duckface.

Becky and I look like cuties in our profile picture but that little baby one of us camping is so unflattering that I couldn't bear to post it.  Becky, I saved us both just now.

Jojo only takes nice pictures, so I was totally prepared for having no fun ones to share here.  But then I found this...

And realized that even if Jojo always looks nice, I can generally manage to mess up any picture.

And finally, Erin and I had only completely wholesome pictures.  Note that wholesome does not equal normal, as evidenced by the chocolate syrup war in the photo above.

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Apparently this hasn't been rolled out on everyone's Facebooks yet, so this is a warning.  Your life will soon become much more unproductive.  Do your homework NOW!

Uhm... I can't promise this will be the last of my Facebook friend profile stalking sharing.  Just so you all know.

Love and Happy Halloween!,
Courtney

Uses for Plastic Wrap

In part two of my I-have-too-much-free-time series, I will reveal another piece of how crazy I am.  But in my defense, this crazy idea was fueled by Amy, as most crazy things that I do are.

After a jam-packed day of going to the caf, watching five episodes of Buffy the Vampire Slayer, enjoying my financial accounting homework, and eating some delicious rice and beans leftovers, I decided to watch the VMA's while painting my nails.  Both tasks were accomplished successfully.  However, I wanted to go to bed in the hopes of being productive the next day, and I didn't want to mess up my new nails!  Thus... a dilemma emerged.

They were just so perfect and nice looking!  Beauty?... sleep?... beauty?... sleep?... I didn't know what to do.

Then a little voice came into my head from the T.  The voice belonged to Amy.  And I remembered some wise (okay, crazy) advice.

"Next time, why don't you just use..."

"...PLASTIC WRAP??"

So I plastic wrapped my fingers.  My roommates now think I'm a nutso freak.  They're right.

This task proved to be more difficult than I originally thought. 

Pretty soon all of my fingers were just sticking together.

But eventually, I got all of those alien-looking fingers good and preserved for bedtime.

Well, except for my right pinky finger.  Reasons why:
1) I got bored.
2) I got frustrated.
3) I have a short attention span.
4) I needed one finger that I could text with.
5) I'm in a fight with my pinky nail because it used to be long and then it broke and I haven't gotten over it.

After discovering how difficult it was to text, type, read, take my medicine, and set my alarm, I finally went to sleep with high hopes.  I awoke this morning slightly confused and ready to see how my experiment had gone.  The verdict...

Beauteous!

But so not worth it.

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First LC theatre class tonight!

Love and I am only painting my nails during the day from now on,

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