Courtney's Cauldron

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

I hate it when you watch a movie that basically spell itself out before the movie even starts.
My sister watched a movie called Step Up! She really liked it so she had me watch it. Unfortunately, I called every major peak of the story within the first ten minutes, and while the movie went on, I managed to predicted all the minor ones too. The sequel wasn’t as easy to predict, but then the story line was kind of lame and cheesy; the characters weren’t as cool and the actors weren’t as good either. It was depressing to see how far down movies have gone recently.

~Courtney

For Fall Break I’m heading to Michigan!!!! YAAAAYYYYY!!!

Can’t wait to leave! Which I’m supposed to be gone already…so, later!

~Courtney

Sticky notes are probably my favorite invention in the world. Well, maybe they’re right between erasers and duct tape, tied with paper clips.

Sticky notes are amazing because you can right little notes to ANYONE!! Your mom, your friend, yourself, God, whoever!!!!!

Then you get to stick them ANYWHERE!!!! A book, the wall, the ceiling, under your bed, wherever!!!!!!!!!!!!

And you don’t even have to write a note on them!!! You can draw on them, decorate them, scribble on them, rip them apart, make them into some sort of origami figure, or just stare blankly at them and maybe something interesting will happen!!!!!!!!!!!

Plus they come in all different shapes, sizes, colors, decorations, width, length, hight, and numbers!!!!!!!!!

I think I’ve proven my point when I say STICKY NOTES ARE FREAKIN’ AWESOME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

~Courtney

Have you just had one of those situations where you curse yourself for accidentally texting the wrong person?

You have a whole long spiel ready for a certain person, who you’ve been texting with for a while now, and then you hit the wrong name. You realize your mistake just a second too late, and scream out loud because its the wrong person. You check your outbox, maybe it didn’t send! But no, it says very clearly “Sent to…” and the blood drains from your face. Now what? Should you text them back immediately to say “wrong person” or should you ignore it, delete that cursed message from your phone and pretend you have no idea what said awkward-message-recipient is talking about when they inevitably bring it up. Should you continue texting the person you were texting before? Maybe send them the message that was initially sent for them, or should you stop, since now you have to worry about another person. And to make matters worse, you forgot you were in a public place, so that scream you gave out only moments ago, that was heard by EVERYBODY, and now you have to explain what is wrong or who died, or whatever they ask you. Or maybe you don’t know anybody, which just means that everyone standing around is giving you weird looks and that just makes you feel even more awkward! And then it happens: they text back. “What the heck are you taking about!? What does this mean!?” That is the point where nothing good can happen. Turn off your phone and leave wherever you are.

Okay, true, it depends on who you accidentally texted, and what you accidentally texted them, but seriously, have you ever been in this situation? At Ihop yesterday (or this morning…since it was like 12:30am) I was texting my friend, I told her I didn’t know anyone at the party she (and everyone else I kind of knew) had just left from. I accidentally hit “mom” instead of “Said-friend” (I mean, hello, it was after midnight! I was tired! I wasn’t really reading my phone correctly!) Again, this is AFTER MIDNIGHT and I just said I was out, and DIDN’T REALLY KNOW ANYONE. Yup, that was weird. Then there was that whole scream thing I had to deal with, especially since it was a bunch of kids from school, we were celebrating the end of the play. As you can imagine, my mom flipped out, people thought I was a freak, and it was still after midnight. Yup, that was fun.

~Courtney

For this years play, “The Crucible” I joined light crew. I wanted to more involved with after school activities (well, that and I wanted to hang out with my friend after school…said friend then proceeded to drop out on me.) As it turns out, light crew- or any play crew fro that matter- is not something to be taken lightly (haha, a joke! Get it! Cuz it’s lights, and it can’t be taken lightly! Get it! No… Oh, okay then…)

This year, there are fewer crew members than ever before (there are only 8 people in all of crews, not just lights, 8 total), most of us are new at this, and the actors have had a rough time getting their lines down. We haven’t been able to have a full tech rehearsal, which means that we haven’t known how our lights, sound, or props are doing. The DAY BEFORE our first show, the tech teacher tells us we have to redo most of the lights, because the timing is off. Our light head had to stay late alone and redo it all, I’m sure that was fun! (NOT)

Luckily, the show went well(ish) and no major problems arose (well they did on Thursday, when everything went wrong, but the other shows went well!) so YAY for that!

~Courtney

Today I was going through my agenda, which was full of little notes and memos to me, as well as my homework. The kid who sits next to me in one of my classes glanced over my shoulder to look at what I was doing. “Jeez, have a little bit goin’ on?” he asked in response to my agenda. It makes sense though, I had at least one thing going on after school everyday this week. On Monday and Tuesday I stayed after until after 8:00pm for play practice, on Wednesday I was selling dumplings for Chinese Club after school and on Thursday I had piano practice and then went back to school at 6:00 for the Crucible, same with today (Friday). On Saturday I have shopping plans and another show after that, and on Sunday I have tennis lessons.

As you can imagine, my agenda looked pretty hectic, especially if you throw in all the homework, projects, tests, quiz’s, and little things I had going on around all of that. I think it just about gave my desk partner a heart attack, especially since he doesn’t use his agenda. We got into a whole argument about how useful agendas are. I think I won.

~Courtney

A few years ago, my older sister got a class ring! It wasn’t super shmancy or anything, just a simple gold band with some decorations that suited her. It’s accented with her birthstone too. She wears it ALL THE TIME. I remember when she first brought home the packet to order them, I was so pumped that in two and a half-ish years, it would be MY turn.

So today, we finally got the packets and a website to design them. Practically the second I arrived at my house, I was on the computer. My dad watched as I registered and started designing my very own class ring…then I saw the birthstone for June. It’s not super ugly, some people might love it… but to me the “alexandrite” stone is just some ugly grayish color. I was devastated. My sisters’ birthstone was gorgeous, my favourite color even, and my little brother’s was uber awesome too, but mine was GRAY.

Needless to say, I gave up on trying to design around this grayish color, I changed to a red, January’s birthstone, and my favourite color. The (many) rings I designed were amazing, and really pleased me, but I’m still upset that I couldn’t use MY birthstone, especially since in reality, the birth”stone” for June is really a pearl.

I actually had a lot of fun, though. I got to see and play with my parent’s class rings (which are very similar, considering there was only one style back in the days of the dinosaurs.) My mom’s old ring actually fit me (it wasn’t a perfect fit though) and my dad’s ring…fell off my thumb. It didn’t even fit on his pinky finger anymore- but it fit my little sister’s hand… *cough*

When I was showing my little sister my ring designs, I could see the desire in her eyes. She wanted one. She wanted to make one of her own, so that she could wear it around. I shared an inner laugh with myself, because I had felt the same thing. She’s just going to have to wait another couple years, then she could come and show off her ring. My little brother had a similar look…oops, maybe I should have waited a few more (like, six) years to show him. Now he’s going to want one for an eternity.

~Courtney

Thats right- it’s Monday. Why do we go to school on Mondays? It’s a question I often wonder (mainly on Monday morning) After all, nobody is awake on Mondays. Nobody is focusing and Nobody cares. Monday is the cursed day of torture that we all must endure. Why why why are we forced to go to school on Mondays!!!?????

I hate Mondays if you couldn’t tell. I suppose that is why they exist, one day of the week has to be the worst.

In case you haven’t noticed, I pretty much used ever word I know that means “bad” or at least all the ones I (think) I can spell.

~Courtney

Today, I stepped into the shower fully clothed and looked down at my feet. I looked back up and tried to remember what I was attempting to do. Then realized I meant to get on the scale.

Yesterday, while I was on the phone with a friend she screamed, “Oh my gosh! a spider!” To which I jumped on my bed and screamed, “where?!” The spider was, obviously, at her house.

~Courtney