Muddling your blog reads with politics, sorry

It's just too good not to post.

Rain. Aka: Sheer Glory

The rain is wonderful and for so many reasons. I don't simply disagree with those who dislike the rain. I kill them for heresy.
You see children, the rain is excellent because the rain makes me suddenly normal in my action and dress. Suddenly we must all stay in doors. Oh, pick up a book you say? I think I shall. Suddenly we must all wear many layers of dark colored hoodies. Oh, all of what my wardrobe consists of you say? Sounds most excellent. And on a governmental standpoint, California water crisis? Thank you rain.
For killing many heathens but saving all the animals in biblical times? Good choice rain, good choice.

All right, I see I'm starting to push it with my morbid humor. I guess I'll go to work.
Though on a work note: Screw Newport Restaurant Week, I want to stare at the rain and you DEPRIVE ME OF MY SIMPLE PLEASURES!
Oh well, serving a bunch of rich fogies has its pluses ("Chilled salad fork ma'am? PAY FOR MY COLLEGE!")

My sister (left) is a hero

Click to download.

Hypnotized by Asia

I am what most people consider "cheap".
My attempt at clothes shopping usually (always) consists of journeying to Target, holding up a gray T-shirt and pondering the $15 price for about 20 minutes, only to eventually rationalize to myself that the gray T-shirt is unnecessary and already composes ninety-percent of my current wardrobe.
(Back in the day my pondering was often cut short by Taylor contributing, "Hmm.. gray T-shirt.." or "Didn't you say you wanted to buy something that didn't look like everything you already own?" or "No.")
Also before I walk out of the store a gray and any-color striped T-shirt often strikes my eye and another 20 minutes of my life is forever wasted contemplating the importance of that T-shirt versus a loss of $15 (that could have gone toward sushi) in my life.

I only venture through this boring explanation of my pointless life because I simply cannot understand how I am so cheap, yet when I run across web pages like this I suddenly struggle.

I... want the sad cloud earrings. I want the grumpy kitty earrings. I want the sushi earrings. Why? I don't know.. I don't even WEAR earrings!

CURSE YOU ASIA!!!!!

The polo is a nice touch

Courtesy NatalieDee.

Dear Livejournal,

Raise your hand if you've been monstrously frustrated recently (flails in response to own question).

I don't really care to divulge too much of my life out into the abyss that is the internet, but fuck I say.

Some things I would like to say "fuck" to recently may include, but is not limited to:

*people who don't understand the concept of personal space
*my cat pissing on my sheets
*owning a car that works for about 5 days and then dies. repeatedly.
*not having money
*not having money
*people who have parents who pay for crap but don't appreciate it. <--fuck that shit.

I feel as though I should attempt to end on a positive note seeing as this is a real downer of an update, but whatever, its the internet, you get what you pay for bitches.

I want to go to there: London

Resolutions

I'll admit they're hackneyed. Heck, I'll admit that I'll probably be just as trite by not following through with any of them anyway, but 'tis a New Year. Plus, I don't think there is any harm in trying to start a new year on a note of self improvement, as opposed to passively allowing myself to disintegrate into an existence of perpetual cat hair and minimal human contact. Though, as I sit in bed at 3 in the afternoon, still in my pajamas, with one cat in my lap and one hovering near-by, I will acknowledge that I am already failing.

1) Read More

2009 was not a good year for Courtney and books. The first half of the year was dedicated to reading scholastically, and although the Bolshevik Revolution and Banking Crises of the Great Depression are interesting topics, there is something less-than-satisfying about reading a book when you're required to do so. And the second half of the year was spent starting a book, and then not finishing it for whatever reason. "I'm too tired...". "It's not as good as the author's other book". "I lost it...again". "I have to finish that other book I started first". No mas! Book club anyone?

2) Let my Nerd Flag fly

Despite the fact that it is the present, 2010 sounds so futuristic and is therefore a most excellent time to stop pretending that I wouldn't love Battlestar Galactica or that I find Spock more lust-worthy than Captain Kirk any day of the week. It doesn't hurt that I got a telescope for Christmas, either.

3) Befriend more people, fewer cats

I'm only 23, and even though I'm already married, I can face the fact that I am setting myself up to die in a giant pile of hoarded cats, though otherwise completely alone.

4) Move to a new city

Orange County has had it's culturally-void talons latched onto me for far too long-- and although I don't intend to lead the most edgy and artistic lifestyle, I can definitely recognize the fact that it's not normal (or healthy) to live someplace where 16 year-olds drive new BMWs and where people refer to their Louis Vuitton apparel on a first name basis. It's really difficult to widen my worldview and grow as an individual when I live in a black hole of anthropological diversity. Lease is up in April, let's get me outta here!

Well, it'll be interesting to look back next year to see exactly how well I followed through with these resolution-ma-bobs. Unfortunately, I have a feeling that number 3 will be the most difficult point to achieve, considering it's the only one that will require me to actively repel my nature, while 1, 2, and 4 are all facets of my personality that I would like to expand upon. Why's everyone gotta hate on cat ladies anyway?