In every single stupid breakup book, I feel like they say the first step to “rebuilding your life” is to immerse yourself in a new hobby or project to get your mind off of things.

My first thought was a makeover…diet, exercise, haircut…but that’s way too exhausting. And I need Taco Bell to console me.

So the next best thing is a makeover - of my apartment. Carrie did it in the Sex & The City movie…why can’t I?

I figure I’ll be spending a lot of time there by myself because I won’t be dating anyone for the next year, right? And right now, my apartment looks like a dorm room. I have a ton of hand me downs from mom & dad, random crap I bought at garage sales, & (gasp) FUTON! Are you allowed to have a futon past the age of 24?

The first room I decided to start with was my bathroom. It’s super small, so it should be the quickest room to finish. And the first step to making over the bathroom is finding the perfect shower curtain.

I found a super cute one at Target last night. Here’s a picture of what it looked like in the package:

Cute, right?

Well, apparently, I don’t know how to read…because when I opened the shower curtain & got it all hung up, it looked like this…

So today, it’s back to Target…to either return the freakin Hannah Montana shower curtain, or to buy the matching guitar toothbrush holder.

This project might be more of a pain that it’s worth.

After watching my latest Netflix delivery, In Good Company, curled up in a ball on my couch this weekend, I realized something.

I have a girl crush on SCARLETT JOHANSSON.

She is an unbelievably talented actress. She has the voice of an angel.  And I can’t lie, she’s easy to look at.

She is amazing.

Don’t take my love for Scarlett the wrong way.  I have no plans on switching teams anytime soon. Or ever.  I just want to BE her so bad it makes me drool.

When I told one of my guy friends about my girl crush, he was actually relieved. “Now I don’t have to feel as bad about my Derek Jeter obsession!”

Congrats to Miss Scarlett on marrying her super hot bf, RYAN REYNOLDS, this weekend in Canada.

How come I wasn’t invited?