Twilight Party, Part Two

This is a continuation of yesterday's Twilight party summary, in which I further exhibited my level of inappropriateness.  I expect that you all are used to this by now, but I must warn you... the following images may leave you disturbed.

Let's just get to it, then.

Everyone really liked their Twilight plates, so they couldn't just give them up.  Therefore, the people pictured above decided to wash them.

I will not voice my thoughts on this decision.  I will just let you form your opinions yourselves.

Oh, what?  You said you think that they're a little over-obsessed?  Oh good, we agree then.

I'm just kidding.  I love you all.

But you're just as crazy as me.

Some of our biggest Jacob friends really wanted to show their affection for him.

Joanna, on the other hand, was stuck with an Edward plate, and she was not too happy about her fate.

Erin and Colleen had no sympathy for her.  They're really the "rip the Band-aid off" kind of people.

Next, there was a Twilight board game.  We were all too tired and have too short of attention spans to actually play the game in its entirety, but we did have fun looking at the cards.

This was, by far, the grossest one.  Thank you to the wardrobe designer who decided to make Rob Pattinson look like a yucky fish.  I don't know why that's what I think about when I see this pictures, but I just feel like it's what he looks like.  A pale, limp, yucky fish.

If Rob Pattinson ever read this, he might be offended.  Sorry Rob!  I blame your makeup designer.  I met you once in person and you weren't that pale, so I believe that you can look better than this picture.

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Remember when I talked about disturbing images?

These are them.

You have been warned.

Uhm... there was a life-sized Jacob cardboard cutout.  This meant trouble.

I got a little creepy.

And then I got a little inappropriate...

...really inappropriate.

I really should not be allowed in public.  I'm glad these pictures aren't brighter than they already are.

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Thanks, my lovely Somers ladies, for an endlessly entertaining night.  And I'm sorry for posting these pictures a month late.  You're probably used to my procrastination already, though.

Love and life-sized cardboard cutout mania,

Courtney

Twilight Party, Part One

One night before we all left for school, my friend Joanna had a little get-together.  But this was no ordinary get-together.

This was a Twilight party.

Okay, so yes, I've seen the Twilight movies.  However, no real Twilight fan should actually watch these movies with me.  I will only make you feel bad.  I mocked the first one endlessly.  It was literally the funniest movie I had ever seen.  It was that bad.

The second one was a little better.  I only mocked it moderately.  And I enjoyed when Jacob took off his shirt.

To my great surprise, I actually liked the third movie.  Kristen Stewart's acting improved significantly, and even Rob Pattinson was less difficult to watch.  And there was a lot more Jacob nudity, which was a huge plus.

Joanna, on the other hand, is a humongous Twilight fan and loves all of the movies and the books.  The only thing she loves more than Twilight is Harry Potter, which I wholeheartedly understand.  But even I was not prepared to the extent that this party would be Twilight-ified.

Here is part one of the evidence...

Our normal ice-cream pig-out was accompanied by Twilight party plates.  I knew that we were in trouble.  This is Jacob.

I wished that Jacob's plate included a close-up of his eight-pack abs, but I loved my plate anyways.  Maybe a little too much...

There were also much more inferior Edward plates.  Just look at those beady eyes.  Yuck to the max.

There was only one way that this situation could play out...

A Twilight party plate showdown.

Edward, what do you think you're doing here?  Clearly these ladies like me more... why do you think there are five Edward plates and one Jacob plate left?  Puh-lease.

Oh, Jacob, Jacob, Jacob.  Ladies love my freakishly pale and sparkly complexion, greasy hair, and sunken-in eyes.  I don't know why they would ever want a dirty werewolf like you.

Things started to get more intense.

YOU WILL NEVER BE AS PALE AND SPARKLY AS ME!

HEY, NICE ABS, BUDDY... OH WAIT, YOU DON'T HAVE ANY!!  HA HA HA!

*Scuffle, scuffle, scuffle*

A-HA-HA!  Vanquished, evil vampire.

Now we shall eat some cake on the loser.

Yeah, I'll bet you really like the cold now that you have ice cream on your face, you cold-blooded creature, you.

Mmmm, that ice cream looks quite nommy.  Why don't we just take a little bite?

Here, Jacob, want some?  Nommmmms!

Crying Edward looks bloody now.  That's what you get for trying to sparkle during my dessert time.

Trash can.  The ultimate shame.

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Do you think that that's all?  Oh, no, no no, my friends.  It would not be a true Twilight party without much, much more.

Stay tuned tomorrow...

Love and Twilight-dom,

Courtney

Need a Job?

You can move to Somers.  If you majored in tree climbing, that is.


Somers never fails to entertain me.

Today

Having all this free time, oddly enough, leads to a great lack of productivity.  Hence why I need an internship or job.  Structure is key to my life.  Being busy is key to my life.  Being crazy is my life.  This is what I have learned.

Tonight, I went to the Blend with Heather and Andrea for open mic night.  It was five dollars to listen to the performers and drink free refills of coffee, iced coffee, and fountain drinks.  Naturally, I wanted to get my money's worth, so I started drinking my first coffee as fast as my straw would let me.  As Andrea went up to get her first refill, I was positive that I was at least three-quarters of the way through the coffee.  I opened the lid.  I hadn't even drunk half.  I now know why I can make a medium Dunkin' Donuts coffee last two hours.

So I drank and drank and drank, and finally I beat my coffee and threw it on the ground in triumph.  Just kidding.  But I did run to the counter and promptly order an iced coffee.  The stand-up comedian at the mic made Jesus jokes.  This is incredibly funny at a Jesuit school.

By the time I got back to campus, I was finished with my iced coffee.  I considered chugging it prior to leaving and getting a third, but I thought that might be pushing it.  I'm glad I didn't because it has been an hour since I finished my coffee and I am wired to the max.  I'm very disappointed in myself for my caffeine intolerance right now.  Another thing that having a flexible schedule has caused.

As a result, you are all the recipients of this hi-larious and erratic blog post.  Right now, I think I am very funny.  I likely am not.

Andrea and I didn't know what to do when we got home, so we listened to this song over and over.  By over and over, I mean one time.  But it was an awesome one time.  Then, I became the best dancer in the world.  If you don't believe me, just look at the picture below.  It explains everything.

When I first heard Kanye's new song, I was immediately reminded of one particular person, who shall remain nameless.  However, whenever I see this particular person, the song pops into my head.  Part of me laughs because it is so fitting.  The other part of me is jealous that this person now has a theme song and I do not.  Can someone please come up with a theme song for me?  Thanks.

Then, I started eating carrots because I could think of nothing better to do.  I cut up a whole pound of carrots today.  This is what is left.  I have an addiction.

Then, this conversation happened.

Coffee apparently affects my attention span.

Finally, I shall show you what I did all day, besides sending out emails and organizing spreadsheets.  And watching Southern Belles: Louisville on Hulu.

I drew eyes.

Before...

After.

Before (that's me!!)...

After.

Before...

After.  (That one's not done yet).

Before (nice eye pose!)...

After!!!

And for the finished product (well, first draft)...

Yay!!  Eye art!!!  It's embarrassing how much I love my eye art.  I just want to digitize eyes all day long.

And that.
Was today.

The End.

Love and caffeine... crash...
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

Dear Bloggity Blog

Dear Bloggity Blog,

I'm very sorry that I've been MIA.  When I didn't have my computer anymore, it all went downhill from there.  I promise to give you more attention soon.

Well, as long as I don't forget again.

Please love me again,
Courtney