The Impartial Yogurt Motel

I've been in a very soupy mood lately.
Either that or chili.
But mainly soup.

Also, I'm so extremely burned out with school right now.
So incredibly burned that I don't even want to get my master's anymore.
I've lost my momentum, my motivation, and even my reason for becoming a CPA.
It's quite a tragedy.

But I'm just really tired of grad school getting in the way of my future.
Which is really ironic, if you think about it.
But it limits me.
Limits us.

And I'm really tired of people being like, "Oh! You're graduating in May? Congratulations!" because they assume, you know, that I'm moving on with my life, when in reality, I'm just going to be doing the same thing I have been for the last 17 years.

Yes, I started Pre-K when I was 4 and have been in school ever since.

The word "graduate" doesn't even hold the connotation it used to.

Concerning this summer:
I want to go to Chicago.
I want to go on a cruise.
I want to live ALONE. Ish. (less than or equal to one roommate)

But more than anything, I just want to sit in my room and sew.

All day erry day.

That would be life.
And it would be grand.

*yesterday at work*
Me: Well, I'm going to go learn about enterprise funds.
Caleb: I'm going to read about air conditioners.

Every haberdashery has a story,
TWS