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

Some Thangs I Did in Hawaii

So I didn't blog all week in Hawaii, and that's okay with me because I was too busy doing awesome stuff, eating lots of noms, and falling asleep at 9pm.   But now I'm all like, "crap I was in Hawaii for a week and didn't blog at all and now I'm leaving today" so here's some stuff I did.

I ordered a bagel with veggie cream cheese and they were like, nah man, we don't have that, but we can give you a bagel with cream cheese and veggies on it, so I got this.  And I ate it, and it was delicious.

I waited for like seven million hours in Old Lahaina for the Fourth of July fireworks, and I had to sit on the road, but then these happened, and it was worth it.

I got this sunburn, even though I put on a lot of sunscreen, and I'm just like, how is my skin that red??  How was it that white??  Why does this always happen to me???

I also got a sunburn on my knee in this weird shape because evidently I missed that spot when putting on sunscreen, so it looked like I had some weird skin disease.

I took a ride in the car with my fam up around the top of Maui until it said that the state highway ended, which I didn't really understand because it's not as if the road was that populated before the highway supposedly ended.  And then we saw some cool stuff like this.

And some more cool stuff like this.

I took some goofy pictures.

I can't even pretend to understand myself.

I told my parents what planking was, so they were like, you wanna plank that rock?  So I did and then this happened.

WHEE I'M JUMPING OFF NO WAIT JUST KIDDING I'm afraid of heights.

We went ziplining which was reallysuperawesomecool but apparently I didn't get the joke in this picture.

I have some really neato pictures of ziplining because there were some mad long ziplines, but here's a video my mom took of me on the first (and shortest) one.  

I'm just so cool, bro.  Too cool for school.

And I did some other stuff too like a luau and jetskiing and shopping and eating and stuff but all those pictures are on my camera and I don't have my memory card reader so I guess those will just have to wait!  But now I have to get on a plane and travel like 18 hours back to New York where my apartment and job are waiting for me and it's like WOAH REAL LIFE CRAZY all over again.

I could totally be all cheesy like "Aloha Hawaii" here which is what I would do if I was fourteen and had a LiveJournal but OH HEY WHAT THE HECK!!!....

ALOHA!!!

Courtney

I Appreciate Summer Vacations So Much More

The past couple of days have been pretty insane.  I moved into my apartment, which was ridiculous, but I forgot my camera uploader at the apartment, so I haven't been able to upload any photos.  No photos usually = no blogging in my book, mostly because I rely on pictures to draw people in way too much.

But, I shanked my mom's iPhone in order to take some pics and upload them, so we're back in business.

We spent over 24 hours traveling to Maui, Hawaii, and arrived at about 4pm Hawaii time (what time zone is that?  Hawaii zone?  Island zone?  Middle of the ocean zone?  Speaking of which, what time zone(s) is Alaska in?  I will Google this).  It was such a long trip (I know, shouldn't be complaining, right?), so please forgive my anticipated lack of humor in the blog post.

Apparently my pink hoodie with the hood up was intriguing enough to my mother that she needed to take a picture of it.  My father also says that my orange sunglasses are a "fashion statement," but not in a good way.  I don't think they've come to understand all of my eccentricities yet.

So I took this really flattering photo in retaliation.  I believe I succeeded.

After four flights and six (?) time zones, we arrived in Maui!

It was upon arriving at the hotel, though, that I realized that my parents had evidently decided to relocate us from Connecticut/New York to Hawaii.  The evidence??

This is not a hotel.  This is bigger than my apartment.  What is going on??

There's one bathroom...

...one bedroom...

...a full living/dining room...

...this pretty painting...

...THIS KITCHEN??...

...uh, another bedroom...

...and another bathroom?  Where am I?  What have I become?  WHAT IS THIS PLACE???

Make a funny face in the mirror...

Oh yeah, and this view.  Beautiful!

My brain kindof isn't working any more after nomming on some fish tacos and watching fireworks and not getting any Cold Stone so I think I need to seeps now.  And get a tan tomorrow.

Uh.  Yeah.  That's not gonna happen.  I'm the Ghost of Christmas Past.

Love,

Courtney

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

Roommates

When you're roommates for three years, you start to talk in similar styles:

I have to be up in six hours.

MISERYYYY,
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

Phased Out

I survived my first week of work!  Hurray!  Post-graduate success seems attainable!

I took the train home after work today and found my parents and all three sets of grandparents at our kitchen table because tomorrow is my brother and my epic graduation party!  We are definitely having a lot of people over, but evidently my mother thinks we're hosting an army.  We have 24 pounds of pork for pulled pork, six gallon freezer bags of chicken, 38 sausages for sausage and peppers, and 3 pans of lasagna.  That is not including the appetizers, dessert, s'mores, a keg, wine, and... oh wait.  A CHOCOLATE FOUNTAIN!  It almost seems too good to be true.

So, the potential that I will be live-blogging from my party tomorrow is fairly high.  Just warning you now.

Anyways, I pretty much packed my stuff up last week, but when I walked into my room, it looked about the same.

But then I looked to the right (err, left in this backwards PhotoBooth photo).

And I was like, damn, this sucks.  I hate change.  It sucks.  But I do love moving to Manhattan.  Well, I think, so far at least.

And then I saw this.

My brother has already started to move his shit into my room.  Really??  I'VE BEEN GONE ONE WEEK!  It's probably just a... coping mechanism... because he misses me... yeah...

Whatever.  I get to drink tomorrow.  WHEEEE!

Gotta rest off for partyyyy!
Courtney