Did She Just Say What I Thought She Said??

I’ve been studying for the GRE and one very predominant section is ‘Vocabulary’. Yikes. At first I wasn’t as intimidated as I should have been. I mean, I read a lot. I’m certainly not ignorant when it comes to words. I’ve been capricious; I’ve heard a eulogy; I know the difference between ingenious and ingenuous- and would much prefer to be considered ingenious. I even find it vexing to hear these words used incorrectly; however, this section is hard!! I was surprised to find I only labeled a third of the (most common) words correctly. A fourth of the words I don’t think I’ve ever read at all.

This focus on the English language got me thinking- about words (duh). Not necessarily the DIFFICULT words, but the weird ones. Or the ones that just sound funny when you say them. So I started compiling a list:

Words I Try Not To Say Because I Just Start Laughing:

1)      Pew

2)      Moist

3)      Squeegee

4)      Matriculate

5)      Bulbous

6)      Periwinkle

7)      Ukulele

8)      Ornery

9)      Titillated

10)   Spackle

Maybe some of these words just crack me up for personal reasons. Or possibly a couple sound a little dirty- which, I suppose doesn’t say a lot about the brain power I’m using here. A couple I hear in conversation and they don’t crack me up, but as soon as I see them written down I can’t help myself. Ukulele is the worst. I don’t know why, but it is.

Ok- so if anyone wants to add to my list you’re more than welcome! (Or I’m sure I’m not extremely original here. I could probably just use google…)

Facebook Obsession

Depending on the day and what time you ask me there are a number of ‘worst things’ I could tell you about living at home; however, the ‘worst thing’ about living at home while attempting to go back to school is definitely the personal space conundrum. Don’t get me wrong, I have great parents. They let me move back in with them after I graduated from college. That alone can prove their love- because I’m more than positive they had alternate plans for my bedroom. But still… it’s THEIR house. I have no control over anything- including the noise. So when my dad comes home after six and I’m already set up in the living room with my laptop and my books- I can’t say anything when he turns on the TV and cranks up the volume to the perpetual state of Loud he so thoroughly enjoys. So what do I do? I get frustrated and start surfing the internet.

My favorite waste of time is Facebook. I just recently read the book ‘The World According to Twitter’ (Which was hilarious by the way) and it mentioned how twitter-users are among the smartest/most educated people out there on the social networking sites. I disagree- to an extent…  I think the fact that Twitter is NEWER than Facebook makes the statistics lean in its favor.  But I’m going off on a tangent…  I occasionally check my twitter account on my phone but my internet home page is always Facebook. I could spend mind-numbing hours on this site. I absolutely love it, and I love the people that use it.

Lately, ‘themed profile weeks’ have been popular. Most recently ‘Doppelganger Week’ where users were encouraged to change their profile picture to a celebrity they -or their friends- think they look like. Before that, girls were posting their bra colors for Breast Cancer Awareness (Teal lace!). This trend of universal profile/status changes has me checking my Facebook a couple times per day. I don’t want to be left out! A social psychologist would most likely inform me this is my need to be accepted or be part of a group. That I’m a follower.

I just think it’s fun.

Alexis Bledel, Me, and Katy Perry- I'm not sure who took the peictures, I merely found them on a google search.

So while I should be reading about the Renaissance and the Protestant Reformation I’m on myheritage.com plugging in my picture and wondering if I look a little more like Alexis Bledel or Katy Perry (which, I must admit- is more of a wish than reality). Not only that, but I’m blaming my father for the reasoning behind why I’m not studying in the first place because everyone knows I wouldn’t be procrastinating like this if I only had my own place… If I DID I could unhook my internet and unplug the TV and I would be a Study Queen… Everyone knows that. (Ha!)

So here I am, using Picnik to make a collage which I will probably add to Facebook and hearing the Tennessee- Florida game reverberate throughout the house.

If anyone has any study techniques they would like to share I would be forever grateful.

Here goes…

 

So here I am- starting a blog.

I have never really understood the point of having a blog. I mean, who really cares enough to sit here and read all my ramblings? Not only that, but when on earth am I going to have time to sit down and write anything?

Well, I thought I’d give it a try. (Try again, really. I try to forget the previous attempt at a blog.)

I’m going through a bit of a change in my life and I thought it might be interesting and beneficial (therapeutic, really) to keep some sort of log. I’m twenty-four years old, live at home with my parents, working thirty-five hours a week, and am attempting to go back to school. I say ‘attempting’ because going back to school is HARD. It was all fine and dandy when my parents were paying for my education- along with my apartment, my food, and any other expenses. But one book alone costs $120. One hundred and twenty dollars!! That’s a month’s car insurance!

That’s how I think about things now…

So, I’m evolving. Growing up, I guess. I made fun of the Britney Spears song ‘I’m not a girl, not yet a woman’ at the time it came out- and yet I find that it fairly accurately describes this point in my life. I suppose she really knew what she was talking about.

I thought I would keep this blog to document this lovely stage in my life. Hopefully I’ll be able to look back at all the things I stress over and worry about and laugh over them in the future.

Here goes…