I Googled brain and this came up. Perfect.
Again, a lack of posting. This is probably because nothing very exciting has been happening to me lately. However, I just remembered I didn’t start this blog because I lead a fascinating life of adventure and intrigue. I started this blog because you guys told me to and apparently I am strange and it amuses you. Therefore, here are some thoughts that have been on my mind. Feel free to chime in on the ones where I ask your opinion (and even the ones where I don’t).
1) Very important life or death question…should I get bangs? I don’t mean trendy, sideswept, hey-is-that-a-Disney-tween-star? bangs. I mean Patti Smith/Joey Ramone bangs. I want peeople to think three things a) Is that a rockstar? b) Is that a heroin addict? or c) Is that a hobo? Surprisingly all three of those can be one and the same.
I already own this shirt. Step One = completed.
2) What should I be for Halloween? This is my favorite holiday, yet there are so many factors that go into choosing a good Halloween costume. Am I single? If yes, do I want to look attractive? What level of attractiveness will I be going for? (i.e. Classy, flirty, slutty, is-that-a-costume-or-is-she-a-whore etc etc). If I’m in a relationship, I can do whatever I want. Someone will find me attractive even if I go as a piece of poop. If I’m single and I don’t care/hate men…then we are back to the poop or something funny. I am currently in between caring about being attractive and yet wanting to be funny or clever. Ideas that have run through my head: Joey Ramone (depends on the answer to Query #1 above), Edgar Allen Poe, Ozzy Osbourne, a goth, a banana, a dominatrix, a gold statue, an actual hobo, a can can dancer, Salt N Pepa and various other couples costumes with Bella. Help me.
Don't make me resort to this
3) Why is it that when people get black out drunk, they have a particular personality that emerges? I haven’t gotten really wasted in a long time, but I did the night of Bella’s birthday. I mean seven glasses of sangria, 5 double shot Kamikaze’s, and three Jack and Cokes level of wasted (all of that before 1am…I was drinking until 5am. You tell ME what I consumed and did during those four hours). I have now learned that my wasted personality should be called Brutally Honest Abe. Do I like you? Do we have a good relationship? Then fantastic! I will tell you that you’re the best person I’ve ever known and I’m so happy to have you in my life. Hugs will ensue. Do I think you’re a jerk sometimes? Do you act differently to me around other people and are you shallow or backstabby? Get the FUCK away from me because I will tear into your deepest darkest problems like I’m Dr. Phil on an angry rampage. A guy friend of mine from work was at Bella’s party and I vaguely remember the night ending with him saying “Wow, you really think I’m a jerk don’t you”? And my response being YES I DO. This was at 5am, sitting on my front step, while I’m drinking $4 wine out of one of those giant jugs. (Really Cocochina? You couldn’t stop drinking for ONE SECOND)?? Anyways, I felt really awful about it, but apparently he wasn’t fazed. Anybody else have special personalities that come out? I know one of my friends is Fiesty Angry Gremlin, one is This-Bar-Isn’t-Good-Enough-for-Me Loudster and another is Dancing No-Pants McGee. Everyone’s got one, don’t be shy.
This may have been me.
That’s all for now folks. I’ll probably post more random thoughts more often. I’ve given up thinking this whole blog thing through. You’re going to start getting Courtney’s entire inner monologue. For example, I went through the entire ancient history of dates (the food) with Bella last night. Complete with why I bought them, how I felt like they connected me to history, the changes food has made over the centuries and how dates have remained the same, and I think I mentioned something about the Arabian Nights. You too will soon be exposed to this random mental explosion. Like vomit of the mind. Enjoy that mental image.
Between Shenanigans 