one week.

It's been a week. A very long weird week. Last Tuesday was a terrible, sucky, just completely awful day. That day has been added to my list (it's a short list) of worst days of my life. What also made the day so sad was that I know it just wasn't my worst day -- the day dealt with and probably hurt a lot of people. A couple of my close family members I am assuming they did not like last Tuesday as well. I cried all day and then most of the week.
**side note** I used to cry all the time when I was younger, especially at movies. When I saw Moulin Rouge for the first time... I bawled like the super ugly cry. I was so devastated. I watched that movie all week and I cried every time I watched it.  I stopped crying at everything around the end of high school. Then last August happened and I am back to crying at everything. I have some very good friends. They just listen over and over again and let me cry again and again. **end of side note**
After work on Tuesday my dad picked me up and we went to dinner. It was one of the best talks I have ever had with my dad and that is saying something because I have had a lot of great talks with him. My dad rocks.
My dad gives good/funny advice. I was telling him how Tuesday was the worst day. His response with a laugh was, "Well, it wasn't the worst day -- you will have another day that tops this day and another day after that. They will keep coming." See -- good/funny/TERRIBLE advice. It's good advice cause it's totally true , its funny cause my dad was laughing and he has a good laugh, and terrible cause well it's just not what I wanted to hear. It made me think a lot though. He's totally right , there will be a worse day and look I got through this bad day. Even during that bad day I saw how awesome my friends are and how truly blessed I am to have them. During this week I have good times since then and been happy. I've felt at peace with things I can not control and realized that I also have more control then I think.
This week was long. This year has been long and really hard. I've learned a lot though :) That's the whole point of this thing right?

coco

Here is another funny story about me and my dad. I know my dad does not mean to make me sad or hurt my feelings but we are two very different people. I am very emotional and my dad is very rational. This combination could only lead to funny stories.
I had a sad breakup last year that really ... just rocked my world. Ouch. My dad was in Tempe and was helping me move stuff around in my room. We went to get gelato ps gelto is delish. He was asking me how I had been feeling and I started crying (no surprise). I was saying that I miss him so much and I wonder if he misses me at all. My dad responded with ," He probably doesn't miss you Courtney. Actually... ya I don't think he does -- you probably stressed him out a lot so he has been feeling relieved." I instantly stopped crying and contemplated how right my dad probably was.
Another gem by Regan Effing Stone. I love you daddy :)

Why yesh , yesh I do have a blog.

Well here goes nothing! I am a terrible writer, my grammar and spelling are atrocious, and to top it off ... I am very much lacking any witty sense of humor. Don't get me wrong I am hilarious in person but putting my genius wit to paper has never been a strong suit of mine. When writing papers for school I stare at the computer screen for hours . It seriously takes me like 3-6 hours before I can even start a paper, like the first paragraph. It's not because I have a lack of ideas -- I have a million things to say about almost anything. When the time comes to put my crazy thoughts to paper... it has never come across exactly like it is in my head. I have had countless teachers tell me they can tell where I am going but it doesn't quite get there. Or mine and my sister Madisen's personal favorite, "You're ideas are awesome. They are original and thought provoking. What's distracting from your great ideas is the grammar mistakes. If you weren't an idiot and knew anything about commas I would have given you an A".
 Long story short -- writing is a bery big insecurity of mine.
haha I know it says "bery big" up there --I was going to change it but I thought it was funny so I left it.
So why did I decide to blog ... for ME :) I hope with this blog I can overcome some of my roadblocks with writing and then maybe become a better writer so I can graduate college ha.
 I was also inspired today by another blog post from a kind-of-friend/ kind-of-random person who was writing about how everyone has their own story and we shoud share them. I love reading peoples blogs, I'll read anyones blog. I am so much of a stalker/time waster that I will go back years and read everything you have posted. I love knowing how people think. Their daily musings over life - it's very fascinating to me. Everyone thinks so uniquely and they come to those thoughts in their own way -- unlike any other person. It's nice to escape my thoughts and be somewhere else. Maybe someone will need to hear my story like I have needed to hear others. If nothing else -- some pretty funny stuff always seems to be happening to me so I hope to give you a laugh. Here is the first laugh.

I take the bus and then the lightrail to work and home after work. I take the express bus so it's totally normal because it is just full of people who work in Phoenix downtown. The lightrail is insane and terrifying. It's full of crazy people. I could an entire blog just on the funny people and their antics on the train. Yesterday morning I am sitting down and kind of next to me but not super close to me is this guy yelling on his cell phone. He was yelling so loud but I could not understand him because I swear he was just talking gibberish. Anyways, I get up to get off the train at my stop and he yells at me "HEY GIRL -- HEY BLONDIE! I like your toes." Well thank you sir.
 My toes are pretty awesome right now. They are bright yellow and sparkly. They make me happy when I look down and see them.
The End.