How to Repel a D-bag (according to people from Brooklyn)

I feel like every week, I start off like "Oh man it's Monday, this is totally the worst, I wish it was the weekend" and then one second later, it's Friday again, and I'm like, "How did it get to be Friday, this is awesomecrazy!"  And then the weekend goes by in an even faster blur, and I'm back at Monday all "Seriously, Monday again?  How is this possible?"  So this continues over and over again until pretty soon I'm like thirty-five, saying, "But you guys, I thought I was just a freshman in college?!?"

Anyways.

This is what's on my schedule for this weekend:

Tonight I'm going to go home, make dinner, watch Hulu, fight with myself about making myself look presentable, fight with myself to make me actually leave the house, dance to "Call Me Maybe" by Carly Rae Jepsen for fifteen minutes straight, then meet up with ^^^ this kid (Frank) downtown because I haven't seen him in ages.  He's being all studious and pre-lawyer and stuff.

I'm seeing Heather too, but she's featured on this blog an awful lot, and I couldn't find a picture of the three of us.

And I'm actually technically crashing their dinner date, but you know, it's fine.  It happens.  It's cool.  Don't give me that look!

Then, if I'm feeling brave...

http://www.hobokenlepre-con.com/

I might partake in Broboken's first annual Lepre-con tomorrow.  Oh, lawsy mercy.

You see, I asked someone "Why does Hoboken have a St. Patty's bar hop when it's not St. Patty's?"

His response?  "Cuz they are awesome."

While that makes a lot of sense, and everything (no, it doesn't), but I Googled it and it turns out that the Lepre-con is happening this weekend because the "parade committee" just did this little thing called, you know, banning the city from having their annual St. Patrick's Day parade.  Now, why on earth would they do that?  Perhaps because of the excessive "lewd behavior, public drinking and other safety issues."

I totally wouldn't expect that at all of Broboken, so I'm sure that the festivities this weekend will be totally calm and uneventful and appropriate.  So yeah.  That might happen.

But one thing I'm definitely doing this weekend is seeing...

The Mimes and Mummers present Next to Normal!  I can't wait to see what these kids (along with Joshua Chase Gold, director of Mimes' Spelling Bee last year) have done with one of my favorite musicals.  And with the abundance of pre-show carb loading at Emilia's, it's sure to be a delicious night.

And it might look something like this:

(Circa 2009)

In case you didn't look closely enough, let me point out something important to you:

The original Mike Burns face, where it all began.

And then I'm headed over to the Greenwich Country Club for the first time with Jack and Jenny, but I'm not going to insert a picture here because I really want to finish writing this blog sometime soon.

Finally, here is one thing I'm not doing this weekend, but I found it pretty amusing and thought you all should know about it:

XXXXX FRIDAY, MARCH 2 XXXXX

Cat Face

A party where you draw a cat face on your face. Douchebags don’t like to draw cat faces on their faces so basically there will be no douchebags. The last one of these was amazing, sweaty fun till the lights went on. With DJs Mischief, Dirty Finger, Rpeg, Jess OK. Bad Kitty phone booth.

Public Assembly
70 North 6th Street, Williamsburg, Brooklyn
9p-4a; $5 with a cat face, $20 without
(as listed on nonsensenyc)

So, there you go, kids.  If you don't want to hang out with douchebags, draw a cat face on your face.  One of life's greatest mysteries: solved.

Happy weekend!
Courtney

...Now What??

I graduated.  From college.  I am no longer a college student.  I am an alumnus.  What is this crazy talk?

This past week has been the craziest and best experience ever, and it's so difficult to accept that it's over because I just want to relive it over and over.  I moved home yesterday, and the only thing I can do is sit here and not know what to do with myself.  The job hunt is going to be FULL FORCE from now on!!  Also, I guess now I have no excuse for not blogging because I really have nothing else to do.

I'll have to post pictures at another time because I kindof can't handle it right now and Facebook won't let me tag any pictures so I am annoyed but let me just say...

They let this girl graduate from college.

Also this girl (from last night of freshman year).

This girl (high school graduation).

THIS ADORABLE LIL BABY!!!

These BFF's.

These biffles (December of sophomore year, going out for some birthdays).

These itsy bitsy freshies.

WE DID IT!!!

.......so now what???

Having a bit of a reality crisis,
Courtney

Final Finals

Blogging falls by the wayside when you're busy doing finals and paintings.  I have a paper due tomorrow, a test at 1:30, a get-together with some folks from admissions, and three paintings that I SUCK at due on Wednesday at 10.  Goodbye, sleep, see you at the end of the week... when I'm packing... for moving out...

Oh dear lord.  This is it.

STUDYIN' STUDYIN' YEAH!
Courtney

Dear Playwrights Festival

Dear FET Playwrights Festival,

For the first time, I will be locking my door when I go to sleep tonight.  Our apartment is awfully small, and sometimes it seems like there's no way out, so I don't want any of my four roommates going crazy and killing me.  Or any of my neighbors because they tend to walk into our room unannounced.

Emily and Lex, I don't think I'm going to be able to come to your apartment anymore.  Okay, that last statement was false.  It was for dramatic effect.

Also, I will not be going to Disney World anytime soon.  But that's because I'm poor and don't have a job or a place to live or anything, so vacations to Disney aren't really at the top of my priority list.  So now I'm pretty much just sad because I thought about Disney and now it's out of my grasp.

Oh, and Taylor's show was really good.  I also liked your lights.  And your face.  And your bottle of whiskey.  Taylor doesn't like compliments, so I'll stop there.

That is all.  Tomorrow is Cinco De Mayo.  SELF tried to tell me that I shouldn't eat a whole avocado at once, but since I clearly have no self restraint when it comes to avocados and things of that nature, I will disregard that advice completely.

Love,
Courtney

PS:  Chris Crowley, your show was good, don't worry.  Just messed up.  But still good.  I ain't hatin'. 

PPS:  Not that you're going to read this anyways.  So I guess that was a little unnecessary.

PPPS:  Sorry to the other two shows I didn't see.  I'm eighty five years old and it's past my bedtime.  Also, I had to get out of that hot box of cigarette smoke.  Blame show number three.

Laundry Day

When I was folding my laundry today, I had a really good opening to this blog entry.  I forgot it and now I just sound like an idiot.  You still love me.

I hate doing laundry.  My dad made me start doing my own laundry during my sophomore year of high school when I got pissed that he shrunk this one type of shirt I had twice in a row.  And now I have to do it myself.  Worst decision ever.

I feel like a ridiculous person when I do laundry.  This is because I am a ridiculous person in general, first of all, and also because I have way too many clothes.  And I know that girls have lots of clothes, but I'm pretty sure I take it to a new level.  Perhaps I should just demonstrate.

Uhm, yeah.  This is my laundry basket.

YOU SEE, during my freshman and sophomore years I had one of those normal laundry baskets that you get in the "College 07" section at Target (TARGET!!!) and it was not working out.  Because I would always fill up my laundry bin before I was out of clothes and then it would overflow and I wouldn't want to do my laundry because I hate doing my laundry and what point was there anyway when I still had clothes??  So there would be laundry everywhere and my roommate would get mad and kick me out and I would yell at my laundry basket in the hallway and then people would look at me strangely and I would cry a little bit inside.

Not really.  But it was annoying and my room would get messy.

So I dreamed.  I dreamed of a world where there was a laundry basket customized just for my laundry needs.  And then I went to South Carolina.  And I fell in love.  With this laundry basket.

IT'S TWO LAUNDRY BASKETS.  PUT TOGETHER.  INTO ONE LAUNDRY BASKET.  SO IT HOLDS TWO TIMES THE CLOTHES.  CAN YOU HANDLE THIS RIGHT NOW???

It has a divider.  On each side.  Four.  Sections.  Do you know what that means??  That means that I don't need to sort my laundry when I go to do it.  Do you know how awesome that is???  No.  You don't.  Because you do not have my laundry basket.

Oh yeah.  And it has wheels.  Are you dying yet?  These are crucial because, seeing as I don't have to do laundry more than once a month now, when I do it, it looks a little bit like the following:

Oops.  I'm a little ridiculous.  But you knew that already.

Oh yeah, and here's the rest of it.  I'm just trying to be completely honest here.

But that's not all.  Because the real problem with this situation is that...

My drawers are not empty.  In fact, they are quite full.  This is not including the laundry that I did today.

Ditto with my closet.  Listen, I don't like to get to rid of things.  I'm a lover, not a hater.

And what, might you ask, is at the top of my Christmas list this year?  What could I possibly need more than what is in my closet right now?

Answer: socks.  Reason?  Because the only reason why I can't go more than a month without doing laundry is because I run out of socks.

Oh dear.

Don't judge me,
Courtney

Asbestos and Acouchi

PART ONE: IN WHICH THE MIMES AND FET BOARDS EXPOSE THEMSELVES TO ASBESTOS

Once upon a time, Stephanie decided that it would be a good idea to be responsible and leave future generations of Fordham theatreites with a lasting gift from the 2010 Mimes and FET boards.  She decided that we should clean and organize the prop and costume rooms.  I thought this was an excellent idea.

Until this morning.

Because you see, I didn't take any "before" pictures, but most people will attest that the prop room looked a little bit like this:

Except with like twelve pieces of furniture stacked precariously in the middle of the room, ready to crash down at any moment.  I took this picture from an episode of Hoarders.  I felt it was the only appropriate situation that could show what a problem we had on our hands.

But with a bunch of unsuspecting underclassmen who wanted to become Mimes ("Hey, if you come to this alternate strike, you can be a Mime in just a week!  We promise it won't be hard...") we worked miracles.  And pretty soon, the prop room looked like...

This.

Well, actually, like this, because we had to put the furniture we saved back into the room.  But the first picture is just so dramatic.

And the dumpster looked like this.  I would say that we actually did a service to the Fordham community because we saw more than one Fordham student looking through it to see what they could find.  Yes, I'm serious.

And there may or may not be a piece of wood in there that has asbestos on it, but it's okay!  It was probably just... dust... or something...

And then Dave and I found a notebook.

Our guess is that CHRIS BENNETT made this.  Are we right???

There were some keen observations inside.  My favorite is, "Pete is a good reader."

Dave was especially surprised to find a portrait of himself in it!

Ha.  Hee.  Ha.  Ho.  I crack myself up.

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PART TWO: BACK TO FRESHMAN YEAR

The rest of this weekend was a little bit of a mish-mash of everything, but here are the highlights.

We had a Spelling Bee reunion, and I don't remember taking pictures.  Evidently, however, I did.

I felt like this one best captured the overall mood of the night.

My parents came for family weekend and we went to the zoo.  I met this gorilla and liked him very much.

I found an ACOUCHI in the monkey house.  This is what an acouchi looks like, in case you were wondering.

It also looks like this.  It wouldn't stay very still for me.  Butthead.

And also, Google spell check is telling me that acouchi is spelled wrong.  But I know that they are wrong because it is a word in Spelling Bee and I definitely know how to spell it, dammit.

I had some much needed girl-time with Andrea and Jen, and we met a cat.  I think it's the first cat that has ever liked Andrea!

It liked Jen too.  So did the guy who didn't speak English at the counter.

Then we went and pretended we were freshmen on Eddie's.

Oh, the memories.

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Love,
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

Wrestling Match

The first thing you should know before reading this post is that our guy friends love wrestling a lot.  Too much.  I was prepared for this by my ex-boyfriend who made me watch WWE on Mondays and Fridays instead of watching my movie choices.

I wanted to watch Dirty Dancing.  I was continuously rejected.

This is also why they think it's so funny that Linda McMahon is running for Senate in Connecticut.  Or Congress or something.  Does it really matter?  She is running for something governmental, and she was in the Four Town Fair parade, and if she wins, I am moving out of Connecticut, just like if Sarah Palin wins the presidency, I am moving out of the United States.

Now, back to the present day.

Andrea and I went to Zumba, which really was just hip-hop class, thanks to the Commuting Students Association.  It was super fun in and of itself, and it solidified the fact that I enjoy making a fool out of myself in public, but the BEST part was that we got free Fordham Week t-shirts.  I love free things, and I love t-shirts, but it wasn't until we got home that we noticed what they really looked like.

Oh, hey, Fordham.  Nice Fordham Ram ripping his shirt down the middle.  What are you trying to insinuate about your students?

Anyways, Andrea pointed out that this picture bore an interesting similarity to one incident at the guys' apartment last year.

Uhm, yeah.  They had a wrestling match.  This is an attempt on Jeremy's behalf to do a "walls of Jericho."

 The attempt failed.

And the tides turned.

Until Joe, the referee, stepped in to see if the match was a done deal.

But Jeremy still had some fight in him.  He wasn't about to take his shirt off, though.  That was Frank's job.

It was looking bad for Jeremy again, though.

And then something happened that we have no documentation of.  But it looked a little something like this:

Yes.  Taylor ran in, ripping off his shirt.  Rather, Jeremy's shirt that was left in Taylor's room.  Be careful with your clothing items.

So there was a new fighter in the mix.

And he was gunning for Frank.

But with this action shot... the wrestling match ends.  Because I don't remember what happened next.

Except that the apartment below them probably hated them forever.  I'm pretty sure that they started banging on the ceiling.  The guys ignored them.

Oh, and please note that this was not an isolated incident.  The walls of Jericho also appeared at my birthday party:

This time, Joe was the victim.

I think he liked it though.

Love and shirtlessness,
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