A can of whoop-a#$

Recently I've been feeling directionless

Or maybe I have too many different directional possibilities?

Either way, for whatever reason, I have been feeling unaccomplished, antsy, and generally unhappy.

After work tonight, I called my father to get the standard "you-have-accomplished-enough-just-by-living-in-New-York-City-I-am-so-proud-of-you-and-will-always-love-you" talk. Instead, to my immediate distaste and surprise, my father actually decided to tell me the truth. 

In other words, my Dad straight up handed me a can of whoop-a@# over the phone. I felt like a 10 year old who had just tried to throw her vegetables underneath the table during dinner. I was embarrassed, upset and most of all: inspired.

An interesting fact about Courtney- I am motivated the most by people who tell me the hard, cold truth. If you tell me I suck, I'm going to work to prove you wrong. If you tell me I'm fat, I'm going to lose 20 pounds. It's weird, I know.

I now have a direction, and it's not just to prove my father wrong! I love to be creative and it's time I started allowing myself to successfully do so!

I filled the "about" section of my blog; I also added some of my poetry to the "poetry" section as well.  Next up: Music section (once I can figure out how to go about doing so!)

The moral of this story: 

Just Do It. No More Excuses. Go For It.


Fresh new start

 A HUGE thank you to Mary Plautz for designing this amazing new blog for me! 

She's so great to work with and if you'd like her information let me know!!


The End of My Harry Potter Journey

Less than 15 minutes ago I completed the reading all 7 of the Harry Potter Books for the first time. As I type this blog post I am still wiping free flowing tears from my eyes and can't help but feel a surge of different emotions!

What an absolutely outstanding series of books. I have never been so captivated by a story before, so enthralled by a person's talent to tell a tale, and utterly felt so much for a group of fictional characters! 

This isn't just a silly children's story, it's a touching tale of friendship, love, good vs. evil, and overall one of the best forms of creativity I've beheld.

I grew to love these characters so much. I cared for their well being and as silly as it sounds, I became head over heels engrossed in their magical world.

I've always known I was a little dramatic (stories tend to really effect me emotionally sometimes) however, I've never been ashamed of it because, well, I'm an actress- it's my job to be dramatic :) These books however, have engulfed me for life. This will not be the last time I read this series and I will definitely share them with my children. The life lessons and pure entertainment you can gain from these books are worth every minute of your time!

Even though I was slow to catch onto the craze of it all, I am now a Harry Potter fan for life !


Must....read.... Harry Potter.

1/2 way through the 7th book and my life is falling apart around me because ALL I WANT TO DO IS READ THIS BOOK!!!

Current Feelings: Anxious, sadness, hopelessness, curiosity, confusion, anger, love, excitement, frustration, horror, disdain, and obsessive.

I'm starting to think that this 'light summer reading' I picked up is having the opposite effect that I wanted it to!

Holy Hipogriphs I LOVE THIS BOOK!


One down Forty Two to go!

Today I fully accomplished the first thing off my bucket list: skydiving

I made a reservation for the 1st of May to go skydiving and have had to reschedule about 10 times. Finally today the sun was shining, the sky was cloudless, and no one had any 

I met Charlie in front of the West Side Story marquee in Times Square and hopped on the N train out to Queens where we met up with his friend Kyle (who was also going with us!) We packed up Kyle's car and drove to Long Island where the Skydiving Center was located. 
Here's the website if you wanna take a look! 


Upon arriving we could see the air field filled with small planes and 2 big trailers, where we went to register! As soon as we entered we were ushered over to the seats where we had to initial tons paragraphs stating that we wouldn't sue them if we died, 
that it was our own choice to jump out of an airplane, and that whatever happened would be our fault. That was followed by a video from the manufacturer of the parachutes. This man (who looked like a mix between Gandolph the Great and an Amish man) explained how there would be no way to sue the company for any type of malfunction... comforting. 

After signing our life away, we hopped into a van called 'the shaggin wagon' . It was the coolest car I've ever seen. It was a 1980's van that had been completely gutted on the inside. It had brown carpet on the floor, burnt orange carpet on the sides, and patterned carpet on the ceiling. 

We were driven further out on the landing strip and matched up with our Tandem-jumper. Mine was a 6'4'' British man who had dried blood all down the side of his face. He was so hardcore. As he was harnessing me up, he quickly explained what was going to happen (in a complete blur) and then said "got it?" 

Basically what I began thinking was this: Wait... that was it? No class or written test, or recitation back? Are we not jumping out of an airplane?!!?

The smallest airplane I've ever seen pulled up on the runway and I was instructed to sit on the floor next to the pilot with my knees to my chest... right next to the only door. My instructor/tandem jumper man crawled in right beside me (as did Charlie and his instructor).

Our take off was extremely smooth and in no time we were flying over the Hamptons and the Atlantic ocean. It was absolutely beautiful!! We spent about 15 minutes in the air and I loved every minute of it. I wasn't nervous at all... I love flying and I love being up among the clouds!

My instructor tapped me on the shoulder instructing me to come to my knees as he strapped me to his harness... after I had placed my goggles on and had checked all my straps, the instructor opened the door right next to me. There I was facing the wide open air with nothing keeping me inside. 
This is when I started getting nervous. We put our right foot out on the wheel of the airplane, ducked under the doorway and out onto the side of the plane. Then as we were dangling outside the plane, my instructor yelled "NOW!" and we jumped!

The feeling was unbelievable. At first you're falling 120mph and you can barely breathe. I was screaming at the top of my lungs and gasping for breath at the same time; it was exhilarating beyond belief! Once the parachute opened it was as if we were two feathers floating down toward the earth. It was so peaceful and surreal. I was able to steer the parachute for a while as we turned in 360 circles and did flips in the air. 

Half way down, the instructor began loosening the straps connecting the two of us (to make the landing a little easier). However, all I felt was a sensation that at any moment I could become unattached from him and be hurtling towards the ground... not a fun split second :)

The landing was smooth (even though we landed on our butts) and as the parachute lightly fell  around us, I was speechless. All I could say was "oh my gosh!" and giggle uncontrollably!



I'm in trouble...

I've got a huge confession to make. 

Something has started to happen to me that I never dreamed in a million years.

I can't believe I have let this happen.

It's time I came clean to myself, to my friends, my family, and the world:

I am officially, unhealthily, over the top addicted to Harry Potter. I literally have let my life fall apart around me. All I do is read these amazing books and I can't believe I ever had a life without Harry P. As I y'all in a previous post, I am reading the books for the first time.

I'm about to finish the 5th book tonight and almost peed my pants when I saw this yesterday:


Also, the Harry Potter theme park opens in Universal Studios on the 18th of June and it took SOOOOO MUCH self control not to book a 4 day vacation there the day it opens.

Well there ya go....