Remember that post where I mentioned that my mind has a mind of it's own?
(I was going to say pun intended, but now I can't decide if my brain having a mind is a pun or a literal statement)
I have another one. Tonight my mind wondered if there exists a family with the last name 'Sippy,' and if the wife/mother is referred to as Mrs. Sippy. And then I wondered if there is a Sippy family that lives in the state of Mississippi. I'm currently doing investigatory work.
I have never been to Mississippi.
There is nothing Mississippi-related going on in the news.
I have no idea where this came from.
But thanks for the study break, I guess.
April 2, 2012
April 1, 2012
T-Minus One Day
Here is a photo of the creature in her natural habitat
one day before her next CPA exam.
"I'm so excited for my test!" April fools
one day before her next CPA exam.
"I'm so excited for my test!" April fools
March 31, 2012
First Time
Last night you called for the first time in a really long time
And for the first time, I wasn't secretly hoping you'd want to get back together,
or that you were finally coming to visit,
or even that you missed me
I was just wondering why you wanted to call after all this time.
And for the first time, I wasn't secretly hoping you'd want to get back together,
or that you were finally coming to visit,
or even that you missed me
I was just wondering why you wanted to call after all this time.
March 25, 2012
Just Keep Swimming
I set a ridiculously ambitious weekend study goal, and (for once) achieved it. I attribute it to the rain (my productivity and the weather have an inverse relationship). Who/whatever is responsible, *pat on back*.
I said I would be back when things were different. Actually, nothing is different, but there are updates:
My 4th exam is a week for tomorrow, and the "re-match" test two weeks later. A week of intense cramming, followed by two weeks of intense (and vengeful) cramming. On the eve of what will probably be the mentally toughest 3 weeks of my young life, I could think of nothing better to do than write a post. I already tried sleeping, but there are too many Latin legal terms and tax code provisions swimming in my head for sleep.
But for real, I won't be blogging for the next three weeks. I need to focus on more important things, such as breathing, sleeping, and beating the shit out of these tests.
I said I would be back when things were different. Actually, nothing is different, but there are updates:
My 4th exam is a week for tomorrow, and the "re-match" test two weeks later. A week of intense cramming, followed by two weeks of intense (and vengeful) cramming. On the eve of what will probably be the mentally toughest 3 weeks of my young life, I could think of nothing better to do than write a post. I already tried sleeping, but there are too many Latin legal terms and tax code provisions swimming in my head for sleep.
But for real, I won't be blogging for the next three weeks. I need to focus on more important things, such as breathing, sleeping, and beating the shit out of these tests.
March 10, 2012
Hiatus
My weekend study schedule goes something like this: wake up, eat breakfast, assemble study materials, go to work, study until I can't take it anymore, return home and take a long walk with my iPod, feel better, study more, go to sleep.
Today was no exception. As usual, I left work when I was too burned out to study any more, and set out for my walk. I walked and I walked, and listened to music and walked some more. At a certain point I realized that, despite the fresh air and music, I didn't feel any better. I started to get frustrated at myself, which obviously didn't help me feel any better. So then I was tired, upset and annoyed.
I've stopped bringing my phone with me when I walk, mostly because I don't want to carry it, but also because I realized how rarely anyone actually calls or texts while I'm walking. For that matter, nobody emails me or contacts me through Facebook, Twitter, or comments on these posts. I'm starting to think that my life is the movie Back to the Future and I'm the one who has been erased from the family photo - only nobody bothered to tell me. All for the pursuit of a goal that has done nothing but suck all forms of joy and human interaction from my life.
So, I think it's time for me to take a break. I'll be back when things are...different.
As for my song - this one isn't new (it was the song on my myspace page when I was 16 or so), but, I still enjoy hearing it when it comes up on my shuffle.
Aqualung - Something to Believe In: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WdG6qP1G7ls
Today was no exception. As usual, I left work when I was too burned out to study any more, and set out for my walk. I walked and I walked, and listened to music and walked some more. At a certain point I realized that, despite the fresh air and music, I didn't feel any better. I started to get frustrated at myself, which obviously didn't help me feel any better. So then I was tired, upset and annoyed.
I've stopped bringing my phone with me when I walk, mostly because I don't want to carry it, but also because I realized how rarely anyone actually calls or texts while I'm walking. For that matter, nobody emails me or contacts me through Facebook, Twitter, or comments on these posts. I'm starting to think that my life is the movie Back to the Future and I'm the one who has been erased from the family photo - only nobody bothered to tell me. All for the pursuit of a goal that has done nothing but suck all forms of joy and human interaction from my life.
So, I think it's time for me to take a break. I'll be back when things are...different.
As for my song - this one isn't new (it was the song on my myspace page when I was 16 or so), but, I still enjoy hearing it when it comes up on my shuffle.
Aqualung - Something to Believe In: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WdG6qP1G7ls
March 8, 2012
The 'Plan Man' Theory
I don't want to go to sleep, because sleep has a strange way of solidifying events. There's always a moment first thing the morning after when I have to reflect upon the events in question and decide that a) it was just a dream, or b) yeah, that really happened. Unfortunately, with bad things, the answer is usually b.
Instead, of sleeping, here's a theory...
Preface: I didn't grow up in a particularly religious household, but I went to I went through all the steps (Sunday school, services, celebrated the holidays, etc.). Once I reached an age where I was able to think freely, I realized that I didn't feel much of a connection to religion (it probably didn't help that both my parents expressed that they found organized religion to be bullshit, and personal experience taught me that religion and morality do not go hand in hand). If you are religious, you might not like this theory. And you don't have to, because it's mine.
The Plan Man Theory
I generally like to plan out my life. Having a plan gives me a sense of direction. However, I've found that when plan too much, something always goes haywire and I have to change my plans entirely. That's where Plan Man comes in.
Who is Plan Man? He is the man upstairs, who sits at a desk all day and night and approves or rejects the plans we submit. He's usually a reasonable guy, but Plan Man can also be a pretty controlling guy, and does not like when we attempt to defy his authority and implement our own plans without his approval. When he gets the sense that we are making too many major plans on our own, he will probably start rejecting plans just to make a point.
The trick: plan out your life just enough, but not so much that Plan Man becomes offended and screws up your plans. It's a delicate balance.
Instead, of sleeping, here's a theory...
Preface: I didn't grow up in a particularly religious household, but I went to I went through all the steps (Sunday school, services, celebrated the holidays, etc.). Once I reached an age where I was able to think freely, I realized that I didn't feel much of a connection to religion (it probably didn't help that both my parents expressed that they found organized religion to be bullshit, and personal experience taught me that religion and morality do not go hand in hand). If you are religious, you might not like this theory. And you don't have to, because it's mine.
The Plan Man Theory
I generally like to plan out my life. Having a plan gives me a sense of direction. However, I've found that when plan too much, something always goes haywire and I have to change my plans entirely. That's where Plan Man comes in.
Who is Plan Man? He is the man upstairs, who sits at a desk all day and night and approves or rejects the plans we submit. He's usually a reasonable guy, but Plan Man can also be a pretty controlling guy, and does not like when we attempt to defy his authority and implement our own plans without his approval. When he gets the sense that we are making too many major plans on our own, he will probably start rejecting plans just to make a point.
The trick: plan out your life just enough, but not so much that Plan Man becomes offended and screws up your plans. It's a delicate balance.
It happened
A wise man once said:
It happened - my biggest fear - and I'm still alive. I didn't cry, though I got a bit misty when I received a 'you tried your best and I'm proud of you' text from my mom. That's the scariest part of this all- what if my best isn't enough? I have friends/coworkers who have failed 4 or 5 tests already, and now that my cloak of invincibility is off (and I can no longer be one of the 10% that passes all 4 tests on the first try), I'm worried that this could be my future too.
But, as always, I refuse to go down without a fight. I'm going to study with vengeance for my next test, and I'm even referring to the re-take a "rematch" instead of the F-word (fail, for those of you who need things spelled out). Unfortunately, this rematch will cost me $250.
And finally (mostly for my own sake), and inspirational picture, because everything bad will eventually end.
**And a special shout out to my family and friends, who have been super supportive through this whole process. My sister is currently driving all the way across LA in rush hour traffic to take me to dinner. That's love.
"Do not check your test score at workActually, a wise man didn't say that. I said that. Because I did it, only to discover that I was two points shy of passing. Two points. TWO. And then I had to sit at work for nine more hours.
unless you are prepared to find out your test score at work"
It happened - my biggest fear - and I'm still alive. I didn't cry, though I got a bit misty when I received a 'you tried your best and I'm proud of you' text from my mom. That's the scariest part of this all- what if my best isn't enough? I have friends/coworkers who have failed 4 or 5 tests already, and now that my cloak of invincibility is off (and I can no longer be one of the 10% that passes all 4 tests on the first try), I'm worried that this could be my future too.
But, as always, I refuse to go down without a fight. I'm going to study with vengeance for my next test, and I'm even referring to the re-take a "rematch" instead of the F-word (fail, for those of you who need things spelled out). Unfortunately, this rematch will cost me $250.
And finally (mostly for my own sake), and inspirational picture, because everything bad will eventually end.
**And a special shout out to my family and friends, who have been super supportive through this whole process. My sister is currently driving all the way across LA in rush hour traffic to take me to dinner. That's love.
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