To introduce myself, I guess I will begin by saying that my name is Courtney but everybody calls me ‘CC.’ Recently, actually yesterday, I was pretty much diagnosed with severe depression. Please note that when I was ten and daydreaming about my twenties, this was not the reality I had in mind. Clearly however, it is nobody’s desired reality. Unfortunately though, it is was I have to deal with for the time being. I am a complete nutcase for all things cats, carpets and the letter ‘C’. Kidding, not actually weirdly obsessed with things that start with that particular letter, it just seemed to be a trend I wanted to joke about. Mission success? Probably not, I am not as funny through text (or speech) as I like to believe. Seriously though, I do not think people understand how badly I want to own a comfy rug of some sort to put in my humble abode. Unfortunately, due to my current living situation which is bombarded with blue carpet, I have yet to be able to satisfy that particular need. But, one day.

As per usual, I am making this blog to challenge myself. This is always the reasoning behind the birth of my blogs, I am sick of being lazy or not writing as much as I would like to and so I create a blog or purchase a new journal in hopes that I will be like Carrie Bradshaw.

Is it not awful how the moment I have the intent to write, I open first my Microsoft word and second, my internet social media devices. “I will only be on a quick second” I say to myself more often than not and before I know it, I have completely disregarded the intent to write and get my brain stimulated because I am so sucked into the same repetitive news on Facebook. The most pathetic thing is often I am just recycling the same posts I read an hour previous, because I have noticed it is a new trend to not post on Facebook to make it appear as if the addiction to the book is no longer existent in our culture when it so evidently is.

When I think about leaving school, I have all these ideas of what I am going to do with my life. Save money, work on my wardrobe (one of the more materialistic goals in mind) and maybe even travel somewhere by the end of 2014. Keep in mind, what I am about to say is not intended to be pessimistic by any means but I wonder if I have some unrealistic confidence. In order to achieve what I want, I’m going to have to get a full time job, but that is not necessarily guaranteed.