Modern Major and General ed

I think that I have finally picked my major.

Sure . . . I really don't know if I want it . . . and granted . . . I am not the most decisive person and can therefore end up switching it halfway through . . . but here's my reasoning behind this.

A few weeks ago, my roommates and I were talking about majors. They asked me what mine was going to be and I replied; "Well . . . here's the thing."

As we all know, any speech that starts out with 'here's the thing' doesn't really end well, and this one was no exception.

I went on to explain that I hated math, despised english, sucked at art, and couldn't sing and or play and instrument to save my life. And given my downright AWFUL people skills, I really shouldn't be a teacher. Therefore, I reasoned, that I really didn't have many options in terms of majors.

They all got a good laugh out of that (go figure) but it did prompt me to start seriously thinking about majors.

I know I need one. And I want one. See, I'm of the "what if" attitude. Although I want to be a stay at home mom, "what if" something happens to my husband and I need to provide for my family? I don't want one of those dumb degrees like "bachelor of young wife studies" or something. I need a legit major that will actually rake in the dough. So, I turned my attention towards science.

I've always loved the medical field. In fact, I wanted to be a nurse for a long time (until I took human bio. senior year and learned that me and guts don't mix well) and since I couldn't do that . . . well . . . I'm not sure when I realized it (it probably had something to do with my week long psych marathon) but I have decided to go into pharmaceuticals.

So . . . congratulations to me . . . for finding a major. And congratulations to you for actually getting through this rather long winded, picture-less post. Here is a picture just for you:

Count Dracula . . . he's always watching.

Movin' Along

Hello Internet.

Today I am blogging from my couch. Strangely, I have found that I have internet on the couch in my apartment, but in order to get internet at my desk I have to use an ethernet cord. Just using that word makes me feel . . . odd. It's such an old fashioned thing. I mean, we're living in the wireless age, and having to use an "ethernet cord" . . . it's unbelievable.

At any rate, I am coming to you live from my living room, where life is getting well . . . interesting.

In the past few weeks, I have started college (although I suppose it's been more than a FEW weeks) gone grocery shopping without my mother, had to cook every night, begun to eat breakfast again, written over 263 quotes on our quote wall, and gotten into a staring contest with the resident fish (who's a bit of a stalker like his owner) (love ya karli . . . if you ever find this!)).

Life is still just moseying along . . . and I guess I have to just mosey along with it.

Facebook

I have done it. I have finally joined Facebook. Something I never thought I would do in a million years. And I have to say . . . it's a bit overrated.

Maybe it's just me, but there really isn't anything to do on Facebook. AND I am constantly getting emailed and texted whenever anyone comment's on anything I post or on something that I have commented or liked on. It's very irritating.

And that's my pessimistic view of one of the most beloved social networking sites on the web-iverse.