HAIR TODAY GONE TOMORROW

CRIED BY COURTNEY:

im just like my mother. i constantly need change. i get bored easily.

im always re-organizing, re-arranging, and re-doing things.

im on a constant quest to make things better, to find a new challenge, to experience new things.

i also like to act on my impulses or act without thinking, which often gets me in trouble. but i guess i like the attention.

one thing that im very impulsive about is my hair.

i LOVE to cut and dye it, from platinum blond to black. 

& its always been short. 

my hair obsession started the summer before 8th grade. i was in london for my cousin's wedding.  it was dirty blond about to my shoulders. my mom and i were doing one of those city tours on the double decker bus. we passed by a hair salon with a  picture of a model sporting a sexy pixie cut in the window. we both looked at each other and 2 hours later  later my hair was only an inch and half long. (i wish i had more pictures)

that lasted about a year. from then on i had what my mom likes to call, "the courtney cut." (she still calls it that today when she is doing her bi-weekly "cut your hair" guilt trip). which is a bob. short in back and long in the front.

what can i say? i have a problem.

however, the past few years ive been refraining from cutting and dyeing it, which has proven quite difficult.  i even had a minor rebellion last march and went cool-aid red for a few months. i still get the urge to just chop it all off. luckily i have friends who remind me of all the hard work ive been putting in. 

currently, its a dirty blond color. i'm still growing it out. ironically enough, it's also been a dream of mine to have it longer than my boobs.   clearly, ive never been able to achieve this goal. ive never even been close. but now im finally getting there. 

then i can cut it all off again! i mean why the hell not?

TWILIGHT

CRIED BY COURTNEY:

here is a rare treat for you.
if you get the chance go outside and look at the moon. you will see two bright stars next to it. those two stars are Jupiter and Venus.  you won't see that alignment for another 30 years. it will be in the sky for the next few days! don't miss your chance.

(http://dsc.discovery.com/news/2008/11/26/thanksgiving-night-sky.html)

SEATTLE

CRIED BY COURTNEY:

i lived in seattle for four months back in 2006. it was a bittersweet.

while i enjoyed the city, the people, the arts, ultimately i didnt feel right. so i moved home. the hardest part was leaving  some of the most incredible people i have ever met.

now i visit once a year, using Goodwill's Glitter Sale as my excuse.

this is my third year attending.

this is how it goes: i go to the glitter sale. i buy a ridiculous sequin dress. then i wear it on the new year's eve. this will be my 4th year.

(mickey avalon 2006 / san fran 2007)

we get there earlier each year. yet never early enough to be first in line. this year we we got there at 7am, TWO whole hours before it started and we were still 89th, 90th, 91st. at least thats better than last year (we were around 150th). however, this year was COMPLETE mayhem. i have NEVER, in all my three years, seen so many people. by 8 am the line had already extended past the end of the building. (usually that doesn't happen until 5 minutes before doors open). as we walked out, the line was  through the store, along the outside of the building, and all the way to the bridge!

i got lucky enough to grab a neiman marcus Black Tie Label light pink silk dress with silver bead-work. $20. im probably going to cut out the shoulder pads. regardless, i think this dress will be a great start for 2009.

 i also got a dark brown and black fur cape-let. (i know. weird, a vegetarian who wears fur). and some jewelry. 

overall, success!

CRIED THE FOX

CRIED BY COURTNEY:

I run, cried the fox, in circles

narrower, narrower still,

across the desperate hollow,

skirting the frantic hill

and shall till my brush hangs burning

flame at the hunter's door

continue this fatal returning

to places that failed me before!

Then, with his heart breaking nearly,

the lonely, passionate bark

of the fugitive fox rang out clearly

as bells in the frosty dark,

across the desperate hollow,

skirting the frantic hill,

calling the pack to follow

a prey that escaped them still.