Note Disclosures

You should know upfront that:
Only approximately 29% of you will find this post amusing. And part of your amusement is just because you’re too giggly. Let’s account for this:

My blog post 100
Realized amusement 29
Deferred amusement 71

And then when others of you find it funny later on in life:

Deferred amusement 57
Realized amusement 57

As you can see, I’m doing governmental accounting because I’m just pulling random accounts out of my butt and assigning numbers to them.

And it’s happening again.
I’m having accounting dreams. I shall account for them with some more journal entries!

Sleep 7
Dreams about clothes 1

Dreams about going to school naked 1
Dreams about going home 2

Dreams about accounting 3

See, sleep is an asset, which is why we debit that, and then dreams are more like equity accounts, so we credit those.
But the thing about dreaming about accounting is that it actually REDUCES the quality of sleep because you don’t wake up refreshed. You just wake up wondering if you should really take the tax class next semester and drop governmental accounting while you still have the chance. It’s more like an expenditure…

Ergo:

Expenditure: Dreams about making a 79 on my first governmental test 1
Sleep 1

And see, we credit the asset to decrease it.

The weird thing about having the dream about going to school naked was because I knew it was a dream in the dream. I was like, "Dad said everybody has this dream." And I realized my exposure while I was walking to the bus stop. I never go to the bus stop in reality. But the weather was SO real and windy. Then I woke up and the fan was on, which could account for the breeziness.

Haha. Account.

Anyway- accounting dreams challenge me to not make 79s on my first test, so I now live and breathe accounting. I’d be wrong to say I hate it. I even think I eat it.

Poop 1400
Food 1400

(accounted for in calories, not dollars)
~To record digestion~

Also, I was wrong about making babies for the sole purpose of the child tax credit. This is apparently “tax evasion” and, as a future accountant, I’m like ethically required to advise against such things. And I’ve been ethical for quite some time now.
That’s what a summer of all yard work and no pay will do to a 3rd grader.
True story.

So how’s about the WEATHER CHANGED?
It reminds me of being at a place that’s not here. And marching band competitions. (STILL?)

And here’s a picture of some goobers at the park:

At the time, I was wearing a sweater dress, brown tights, and my $2 thrift store boots.
But this isn’t a fashion blog, so I’ll leave it at that.

I told Brian that I wanted to stab the song in the face with a fork.
Why would I want to stab the song in the face with a fork?
I think the song speaks for itself. You really only need to listen to the first 22 seconds of it to get the gist.

Listen here.

But other than that, life is pretty fun.
And fun is just 11 letters away from fund accounting.

GAH!

6 foot 7 foot 8 foot bunch,
TWS