Transitions Suck

I bought these mini peanut butter cups at Trader Joes last week and I must report that they are highly addictive.

I'm dressed in Halloween colors.  I suggested to Andrea that I should be Halloween for Halloween.  That would be so meta.

Today I'm having a real oh-god-is-this-seriously-the-rest-of-my-life day.  I made my first sale today, but it just feels so inconsistent and difficult and I'm afraid I'm going to be a failure.  And it's hard because I'm not at a permanent apartment and I'm living out of a suitcase and I can't settle into a routine.  And I like to settle, dammit!

I don't do well with transitions, I'm exceedingly neurotic, and I need to take up yoga.

Who wants to hang out with me tomorrow??
Courtney

How Old is this Rum, and Other Grad Party Questions

This weekend was my grad party, which I have been looking forward to since I made my "Save the Date" Facebook event a month and a half ago.

Luckily, the rain held out for most of the party, and we had lots of friends and family to eat and drink our food and beverage.  I forgot to write down all the funny stuff we said throughout the day/night, but those who were cool enough to come know it all.

And, my favorite buddy of all came to wish me happy graduation!

This is Jacen, my best bud, and he quickly took over my party by being the most adorable graduate in attendance.

I think maybe I'll come to his second birthday party this weekend and show him just what it feels like.  Just kiddingggggg!!

Amy and I needed to try to take a nice picture because we don't have any.  Most of them involve funny faces and exercise balls.

It took us awhile, though, so Alex snapped these photos.

They probably describe our relationship better than a nice picture.  Question... why are we like this?

Around 6, it started monsooning and I started telling people that the easy up was going to break.  Everyone told me that it was fine.  Then this happened.  Why did it happen?  Another question.  Poor easy up.

But of course, we still needed to get beer, so Travis and I tag teamed it and braved the rain.  I was kind enough to share my umbrella.  I'm good like that.  Take away the keg, and this might be a quite adorable photo.  Why did we keep the keg so far away from the house?  The questions continue.

There was one real mystery of the night, though.  Once we had our fill of beer and wine, we decided that rum was much needed.  Nobody could drive to the package store, and my brother had gone off to be cool with his friends and their trucks, so my mom searched her cabinets for some rum.

We found this.  Seems normal, right?  Perhaps a couple of years old.  But nothing more, correct?

Except it apparently cost $4.90.  I'm not sure if you know this, but in a normal universe, Bacardi does not cost 4.90.  Try quadrupling that.

Also, the back of the bottle had six recipes, was missing a "don't drink if you're pregnant" warning, and spelled rum like "rhum."

And finally, if you would like any more recipes, the bottle instructs you to write to Bacardi for a... recipe booklet.

So, can someone please tell me the answer to this most important question... how old is this rum??

Honestly, I don't really care.  Rum is rum is rum.

Thanks to everyone who came to celebrate and party with me!  I had the best time!

I have watched five episodes of Gilmore Girls today,
Courtney

My Bachelor's Degree Served A Purpose??

I am the worst blogger ever.  Why do I even try??

So as of sometime before noon tomorrow, I will officially be an employed college graduate.  I just have to fax in my acceptance of employment and I will be an Account Executive at Cision in the city.  I can no longer whine and complain about having no job and being stuck in po'dunkville Connecticut... but I'm sure I will find something else to lament about.

OH WAIT!!  I have it already.  Where the f am I going to live??  I currently know nobody who is moving to Manhattan/BK, and I definitely can't afford an apartment on my own (nor do I want to, being the social creature that I am.  Pre-gaming alone is generally looked down upon.  Although then I would have fewer problems walking around in my underwear).  So after two days of no leads on roommates, I have spent the day scouring Craigslist for roommates/apartments/sublets/people who won't kill me hopefully.  If you are one of those people that I emailed, hi.  Yes, I'm the only Courtney Schiessl in existence (ayyyoooo).  Yes, my last name is a rap slang term.  Yes, I like to think I can bro out better than I actually can.  And yes, I love to rage.  And watch reality television.  I'm quite a unique individual.

I'm fairly certain I sound like the least appealing roommate ever.  Whatevs.  Andrea loves me.  Too bad she ditched me for a one bedroom in Brooklyn.  I'm not... jealous... or anything...

BUT I FELT LIKE I should document this momentous occasion with a blog entry, which has subsequently turned out to be slightly anticlimactic.  I don't think I'll really comprenday how I feel about all this craziness until I jump into it, which is cool and whatever.  Oh, except I know how I'll feel about moving day.  IT WILL SUCK.  Anyone want to help me move a full-sized bed into a walk-up?  Anyone?  Anyone?  Bueller??

How long do you think that people will reference that movie?  Forever, I hope.

I just realized that last Friday was the first Friday that I didn't think of the song "Friday."  Thank the freaking lord.  I thought it would never go away.

I'm ashamed that referencing Ferris Bueller's Day Off made me think of Rebecca Black.

This post is really turning stream-of-consciousness.  I think I should go now.

PLEASE FIND ME A PLACE TO LIVE IN A WEEK AND A HALF KTHANKSBYE

I wish I was cooler,
Courtney

Five Things From The Past Five Days

Let's get caught up on the recent news in la vie de Courtney.

One: We went to Poughkeepsie this weekend.

It was basically too awesome for words.  Or memory, apparently.  But we did take some good pictures.

Like this picture from the bus that took us between bars.

Or this picture of Connor and Andy dancing.

Or this picture of bros being bros, as always.

All I have to say is if that was any indication, my grad party is going to be Ah.  May.  Zing.

Two: There was a tornado in a city twenty minutes away.

Listen, Mother Nature, I don't know if you know this, but tornadoes suck.  Also, I live in Connecticut, not Oklahoma or Kansas or whatever.  What is a tornado doing all the way over here?  I'm very confused. Check out some of the crazy video and pictures in this ABC News article.

AND ALSO the article says that "there are an average of two tornadoes every year in Massachusetts."  WHAT??  YOU ARE BLOWING MY MIND ABC NEWS!!

Advice from tornado expert Andrea: wear a bike helmet when hiding from tornadoes.  I don't think I have one.  I'm screwed.

(Let's hope that the weather stays safe tonight and tomorrow please!)

Three: I had interviews today in Manhattan.

Woooo!!  It was pretty sweet.  But I will not talk about them any more because I do not want to jinx them.  Instead, I will say this: it was so hot out.  It was so humid.  It was so gross.  I hate having to walk around and be all gross and sweaty and ick.  I stopped in like every Starbucks I could to cool off.  Good thing there's one on every block.

I also read a whole book.  I also had to take a bus.  It was rush hour.  I got bus-sick from reading on the bus.  Blah.

Four: I got coffee on my way home and it sucked.

It was from McDonald's at a rest stop.  Figures.  Gross.


And lastly: Who invented those really, really bright headlights on cars that look sort of blue-ish?

I hate them because they are really stupid.  They are too bright, and they blind me, and they look blue in my rear view mirror, so when I glance at the mirror, I think there is a cop behind me and I freak out.  Even if I'm not speeding.  Because I really can't afford a ticket for any reason right now.

Five things from the past five days.  Now we are all caught up.  Now isn't that grand?

Time to go get a snack and watch How I Met Your Mother,
Courtney