What's in a name?

On my drive home the other night I saw something that struck me as quite amusing. I don't want to say that I was in a "ghetto" part of down because that word is overused, and quite frankly, not quite true in this situation. I'd say semi-ghetto, but that goes back to the overuse thing. The description "dilapidated" paints the picture nicely - I think.

Anyway. Driving home through said dilapidated area and happen to pass by a Home Depot. It being night time and dark the letters were all illuminated except for the "me" of Home. Thus the store read brightly "Ho Depot".

I laughed.

I wished I had my camera.

We Were Only Freshmen

I hate high school graduations. Every year I come to realize this more and more.They are just so tedious and overblown (ll "Pomp and Circumstance" if you will). It isn't that I don't appreciate the work that these kids put into their schooling, or that I don't realize the significance of their accomplishment - but the whole graduation ceremony is just something I fail to comprehend.

I assign my distaste to a few different possibilities. One being that I was home schooled and thus miss the whole significance of doing something in a class of more than one person. The second is that I just don't find the graduation from high school to be that monumental of an achievement.

As for being home schooled I never felt deprived of friendships or socialization. I did several activities with other home school and public/private school children and adults of all ages. This included: girl scouts, gym class, volleyball, Bible club (AWANA), spending lots of time with my grandma and her friends at her retirement center, theatre, choir, hand bells... I even went to a couple proms. Under socialized home schooler I was not. I even had the opportunity to walk at "home school graduation", but refused. It just had no appeal to me which brings me to the second point.

What is so great about graduating from high school? Completing twelve years of compulsory schooling just to sit in a hot and uncomfortable cap and gown for hours? Sure. It is a good photo op to show your grand kids, but how many people actually want to sit through all of that? Two hours to hear one name called is not my idea of a celebration.

Now hear my heart on this when I say that I go to graduations without feeling like I am being put upon or oppressed. I am honored when people invite me to their graduation because it is something that is special to them (and there is often free food afterwards but that is a completely secondary motivator) even if I can't understand for the life of me WHY it is so important to them.

I am so glad graduation season is over.

Amber is the Color of Your Energy

Ooof.
Summer vacation.

Essentially I have a week of summer where I am not working and I am in it, but even though I am not putting hours on the clock I am definitely putting hours in around the house. I'm back up here in KC and it is good to be home, but I am finding that in the 9 months of school much has gone unattended. Thus I have spent the past few days of my home stay/vacation cleaning like... something that cleans quite a bit. Yes. That is exactly how I've been cleaning. Mainly it is going through old clothes, throwing things away, putting things in bags to sell or give away... essentially spring cleaning.

On a more interesting note (not that it would be hard to find something more interesting than me talking about cleaning) Prince Caspian is an excellent movie. I highly recommend it. This is coming from someone who could take or leave The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe. If you liked LWW, no offense is meant, it was good - but not nearly as captivating as Prince. Go see it. It is one of those movies that is good to see on the big screen just for the visual richness of it.

In other news: I made ice cream cup cakes yesterday. They are awesome. Pictures may be a-coming....

Shake your money maker

Twelve finals and several thousands of dollars later - I have officially finished my junior year of college learning. That is kind of surreal. I'm a senior. Granted I have three semesters more until my under-grad and then at least one year of masters work ahead of me - but it somehow seems so final to say: "I'm a senior.". Yeah. Just another step into the adultness of it all.

Whatever.

I've been talking to a few different accountants over the past week about certain aspects of the profession and asking if what I am learning is really useful. They actually say it is. I'm glad that I picked a major where the course work is actually applicable to the profession instead of one of those majors where you spend years learning things that won't be used out side of the classroom.This isn't saying that I will learn everything about accounting from a textbook, but it is nice to know that if I am going to pay five hundred dollars a semester on books that I am actually going to get a return on that.

That last sentence really made me sound like a business major. What can I say? It is all about the dollars.

Yo! Gabba Gabba Party In My Tummy

This is a legitimate and popular show on Nickelodeon. This is what is teaching our children. This show also features Biz's Beat of the Day which demonstrates basic beat boxing. If I had this show when I was a kid I would be significantly cooler than I am now.

A Rise to a Challenge

Ah mix tapes. I remember making them of favorite songs on the radio and giving them to friends, but mainly I remember keeping them and listening until they literally wore out. Well friends - here is a mix tape that won't wear out from over use. Yes. A digital mix tape.

In response to Pete's challenge, I have created my very own compilation of tasty musical treats. For my mix tape I went with a theme and decided to go with music I already had. This collection is of what would be dubbed emo songs. This is because everyone has had a bad day and/or a bad breakup. That's what this music is all about - even if it has a more heavy emphasis on the later of the two qualifications.

Luckily you can listen to these tunes without having to assume the full emo persona including tight pants, too small band tee-shirts (it is better if no one knows the band), eye liner for both genders, black hair dye, straightened and badly fringed hair cut. No. You can simply lock yourself in your room, curl up in a little ball in your lonely bed, and drown in the sadness. Well. That might be a little dramatic - but that is what emo is all about.

Anystyle, I enjoyed putting together this play list and hope that you find at least something you like or at least find amusing.

Brought to you courtesy of muxtape.com: Songs for Your Inner-Emo

Circle of Life?

I have had my fair share of blogs, and in fact, still have my fair share of blogs. Though most of them are seldom, if never, updated I still have them. There are a few that are active simply because I have a circle of friends that use that certain blogging site and I have a blog simply to comment on theirs. One of these days it will be that everyone knows enough programming to buy their own domain, write their own scripts, and we won't have to hassle with all of this multi-blog nonsense.

Traditionally the start of a new blog or journal for me symbolizes the beginning of a new part of my life. I had my good old paper and pencil through grade school, xanger through middle school, open diary through high school, and livejournal through late high school and early college. Now I am here on blogspot in my late college years looking forward to young professionalism Who can blame me for the transition anyway? blogspot is just so cute and sexy, who wouldn't want one? Monogamous blog/blogger relationships are so rare anyway. Who actually only has one forever?

Regressing slightly, seriously, did I just call a web page sexy? Oh no. That is almost as bad as laughing at accounting jokes because I actually understand them.

I started prepping for final studying - I have a fifteen page study guide for one class. I'm not even in graduate school. Does that happen?