Archive for November, 2010

Quotes…

Thursday, November 18th, 2010

As my followers (apparently I have some) will hopefully know, in the “fortune cookies” category to the right ——>

I store quotes, some of which I get from fortune cookies (hence the name)

Recently I have gotten several suggestions, so if you know you gave me one, check it out. If you haven’t given me a quote, go find one (they are freaking everywhere. Heck, you can tell me something you’ve said!! It’s still a quote!) then go check it out.

You might see something you recognize 😉

~Courtney

Thoughts of a Cookie…

Wednesday, November 17th, 2010

You will meet a short, dark stranger.

Thoughts of Oscar Levant…

Wednesday, November 17th, 2010
There’s a fine line between genius and insanity. I have erased this line.

Blogs…

Wednesday, November 17th, 2010

Apparently my entire freaking family has a blog (weeeellllllll, Ash doesn’t, but that’s just cuz she’s lame like that.) and, also apparently (yes, i love that word. get over it.) I’m actually mentioned quite a bit in said blogs…(particularly my mom’s)

Not sure how I feel about this.

~Courtney

Substitutes…

Tuesday, November 16th, 2010

I’ve always hated school subs, they never get anything right and are too easily fooled by the conniving students- the ones who don’t follow the rules on a daily bases, or the ones who switch seats. You know who I’m talking about.

Anyway, I used to think music or art subs were the worst. Special talent classes like those just can’t be taught by a random stranger.

Then I got a Chinese sub. WHO IN THEIR RIGHT MIND WOULD SUB FOR A CHINESE CLASS? We’re always yelling across the room at each other in a random language, and the sub wouldn’t have a clue if we were totally planning a riot or something. I was sure it couldn’t get any worse than that…

Until I got a sub for driver’s ed. How is that even possible? Especially when I thought our first teacher was a little…unstable…to begin with. I actually figured a sub might not be such a horrible thing, I mean in comparison to the original. Then we met the sub. She was hard of hearing and not up-to-date on the most recent road laws…I would be scared, but I passed the permit test, so whatever.

Subs still suck.

~Courtney

Thoughts of a Cookie…

Monday, November 15th, 2010

It’s not the having, it’s the getting.

Thoughts of a Cookie…

Monday, November 15th, 2010

Failure is the chance to do better next time.

A Bad Idea…

Monday, November 15th, 2010

I’m sitting in my room. The room is shaking. It’s loud. And obnoxious.

My little brother is playing the drums.

The parents bought them for him yesterday, and now I can’t even hear my freakishly loud music over them.

Worst. Idea. Ever.

~Courtney

Thoughts of Anon…

Wednesday, November 10th, 2010

I love giving opinions, I’ve got hundreds.

If you lend someone $20, and never see that person again; it was probably worth it.

Someday, we’ll look back on this, laugh nervously and change the subject.

Any connection between your reality and mine is purely coincidental.

Timing has an awful lot to do with the outcome of a rain dance.

I had to hit him: he was starting to make sense.

A tree never hits an automobile except in self defense.

Wanted: Person willing to seal gas leaks with candle. Must be willing to travel.

Mind intentionally left blank…

Did you know, 50% of doctors graduated in the BOTTOM HALF of their class.

Once I saw a vegetarian eating a banana. I asked her how would she like it if her skin was ripped off and she was eaten alive.

Better an empty head than an empty bed.

If at first you dont succeed, blame someone else and seek counselling.

This could be entertaining, meaning embarrassing.

Why do you laugh? Change the name, and the story is told of you.

What if there were no such thing as a hypothetical situation?

Women make silly generalisations.

I’d explain it to you, but your head would blow up.

We have only 2 things to worry about: That things will never get back to normal, and that they already have.

Remember the world is a big place. Even if you’re one in a million, that means 1000 people in China look exactly like you.

It’s so late it’s almost early.

You ever look up the word dictionary in a dictionary? A little hand comes out and smacks you one.

What am I? Flypaper for freaks!?

Yes, I am an agent of Satan, but my duties are largely ceremonial.

I’m already visualizing the duct tape over your mouth.

Close only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades.

Speak softly but drive a Sherman tank.

Thoughts of Colonel Flagg…

Monday, November 8th, 2010

Nobody can get the truth out of me because even I don’t know what it is. I keep myself in a constant state of utter confusion.