Country USA Prep (400 Days of Exile, Day 13)

I don't have much time to write today.

I'm going to Country USA in a week or so.

I'm trying to prep for the big day.

Here: you can too:



Little Tornado

Suspicious (400 Days of Exile: Day 10)

I have a growing suspicion that the parking garage by the train station doesn't actually ticket you for not paying.

Hear me out: It's super manual. You don't need a ticket to get in or out.

You deposit the money (cash or change) in slots with your parking spot number on it.

I understand that this used to be the most efficient way to do this - I am not naive enough to believe electronic parking garage devices always existed.

But I definitely missed how to pay for this as a teenager and never got a ticket. Also, it would be a very inefficient way to give tickets. I just can't picture someone walking through the garage comparing numbers on spots with cash in the slots.

But what do I know?

I'm still going to pay the $2.

Little Tornado

WHEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (400 Days of Exile: Day 9)

I passed BEC!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Unfortunately some of this joy is stifled by the fact that I have three more tests to go - but I'm going to enjoy this small victory.

I am also choosing to ignore that after the initial congratulations, my mother was back on "Now don't go thinking you don't have to study now."

Today is going to be a great day.

Also, my outfit is on point!

[insert picture]

Little Tornado

Breakdown #1 (400 Days of Exile, Day 8)

So, I lasted a week.

I would be more proud if I wasn't shaking all over.

I got the majority of it out over text with Turtle Man - but my heart wasn't even in it.

My result for BEC could be posted in the next hour and a half, so I was trying to read - but the minutes were dragging by, where ten felt like an hour.

Whenever I sit down to write for this, I get consumed with exhaustion so I am hoping it will help me fall asleep.

My breakdown centered mainly around anxiety over this test score as well as some snide comments about my studying from my mother.

Textbook stuff.

I'm going to try to go to bed.

Little Tornado

P.S. Here's some more Mountain Goats, because.

CPA Talk: Anxiety (400 Days of Exile: Day 7)

So, I started studying for FAR 7 days ago. 3 days before that I had taken BEC. I get my result on Tuesday and I am freaking out.

I had already been freaking out about BEC. I'm taking Becker and I got an 83 and a 70 on my practice tests. The test in practice... I don't know. I don't even want to think about it.

I thought I had the perfect study schedule for FAR, but the problems are significantly longer than BEC and I feel so.... dismayed.

Why did I decide to do the Fast Pass?

I would write more, but I'm too high strung to write a long post.

#accountingforlyfe

Little Tornado

Wouldn't It Be Nice (400 Days of Exile: Day 6)

I miss sleeping with my boyfriend.

Literally sleeping with him.

I sleep much better when I can hold his hand.




Little Tornado

Prickly (400 Days of Exile: Day 5)

It has yet to erupt fully, but I can already feel myself getting prickly with my parents.

Nothing major has happened: a pointed comment here, an unwanted lecture there.

It is a familiar feeling that I remember from high school, though it is now coupled with something else: guilt.

Perhaps it took going away and meeting new people and learning about their family dynamics, but I've been feeling incredibly blessed about how wonderful my parents are. They are so helpful and willing to support me financially. They feed me, they clothe me. They are even granting me a remarkable amount of freedom.

Of course, I am going to feel like they are harshing my mellow when they ask me if I am studying enough or getting enough sleep. It would be easy to get mad at them - but I am trying my best not to. They do so much for me, they don't deserve my anger.

It will be tough to hold my anger - I can already feel it seeping into my tone sometimes. I will undoubtedly have to find some sort of way to communicate the negative things effectively.

The challenge is particularly strong with my mother. In many ways, we are remarkably similar. That causes us to butt heads almost as much as our differences.

Much like everything else I have mentioned, I will have to keep you posted.

So many challenges, so little time.

Little Tornado

The Little Things (400 Days of Exile: Day 3)

Juice made with spinach, bananas, and ambiguous fruits prepared by my super star of a dad

I approach this new adventure cautiously. It will be very easy to tip over the edge into an abyss of reliving my post-adolescence. Being stranded from a city, I adore, is hardly ideal.

However, the "comforts of home" are not to be discounted. In fact, focusing on these trifles will be vital to my survival in this suburban tundra of death. I have highlighted 3 in particular that I do not discount as insignificant.

Firstly, oh my god, the space! I had been living in a studio for the past two years, which maybe had three rooms if you counted my closet. Here, I have a room that might be the size of what my studio was. I can cook, eat, watch TV, study, and sleep all in a different room. It's INSANE! I can't believe I used to live like this.

In fact, I remember when I came back from college that first summer after my freshman year (which was nothing like this, by the way, because it was temporary. This is somewhat permanent in the matter that I don't have a set in stone end date other than the self chosen August 1, 2016), I felt like it had shrunk, and that I was so large. It felt like a place I had never been to before. I was still happy about the space, but I had been away for a measly 9 months - my small dorm hadn't tainted me yet.

I haven't managed to fully unpack yet, but the sheer amount of options of where I can put all my stuff... mindboggling.

Secondly, my bed.

Okay, so its not my bed. I had taken my bed - my super comfortable, amazing bed - to school with me. During that time, my parents had decided that there even more comfortable king-sized bed wasn't groovy enough for them so they got themselves a sleep number and moved their old bed into my room. MY bed, as of now, resides in the garage until it is driven up to its new home in the house my parents bought up in Michigan whose furniture, up until now, has consisted of two folding chairs and an air mattress.

And I swear I google searched this until my fingers bled, because there is a children's book that explains exactly how I feel, and I cannot remember the name. Anyway, it's about a little girl who has a small crib with all of her stuffed animals when she gets upgraded to a huge bed. She feels alone in it so she stuffs it with stuffed animals until its so full, there is no room for her! (If you know the name of this book, please let me know).

This bed is huge and soft and daunting and thrilling. I'm still kind of scared of it, but I'll keep you posted.


I saved the best for last, but easily the best thing about being home is THE FOOD.

Every morning my dad juices and makes my mom and me oatmeal. And every dinner is fully balanced and delicious. It's way better than my sporadic healthy food prep interspersed with lazy mac and cheese and Chinese food.

If I can continue to find advantages to being home, perhaps I can make it through the next 397 days.

That's all for now,

Little Tornado