Yay for the holidays. Yeah, it’s only Easter, but it gives me an excuse to go home. And gets me away from classes.

My parents moved into their current house the summer I graduated from high school. I only lived in my room for 3 months, so I don’t really consider it my room. Some of my things are in there, but the room is just a place for me to sleep. I hate the room.

I guess my mom was trying to make it more of my room, but the fact is, I’m never going to live at home anymore, so I don’t care what they do with the room. Just as long as they make it a room. Well, ever since I came home for Christmas, my mom has been nagging me to pick a color. I picked a color the first day. A dark plum. Not too dark, but rich, bold, COLORFUL. That woman is afraid of color. She’s only painted shades of white since she’s owned a house. For four months she asked me to pick another color, and I told her she needed to suck it up and embrace color. Finally she did.

You know what’s funny? She LOVES the room. It’s not dark, but comforting. It actually feels like a room in the house, now, not an afterthought. And, she finally bought my other sister a queen bed. (she gave her MY queen bed when we moved, since I was going off to college, I didn’t need it) So, now I don’t have to sleep on a kid’s twin size bed anymore with my feet hanging off the end. It’s sooo amazing. Even though there is absolutely nothing in that room except the bed, (not even a comfortor on the bed, literally just the bed) it actually feels comforting. Odd, no?

Now the only thing that’s wrong is the room faces the east. So, the sun is quite a bother. There are these big, chunky, blinds on the windows, and they keep the privacy, yes, but don’t block the sun. Even with the dark paint, it is incredibly bright in there. So, it wakes me up. Now that she’s embraced color, well, maybe taken the first step to embracing color, I’m going to talk her into those cloth roller blinds. That way, even though the sun will shine through, it won’t send patchy streaks of sunlight to blind my face at the crack of dawn.

What color is your room?

My English class is soooo not what I expected it to be. Of course, I pick the one course that isn’t a normal course to fulfill my English requirement. My teacher is still crazy, and getting more bizarre by the day.

But now, not only is her personality getting weird, but her assignments. Our last paper isn’t a paper at all. We are going to go through the motions of lobbying Congress, or any other business that is doing something we want to change. She gave the example of her father, who summer before last had health issues, developed mesothelioma, and there was something with their healthcare that they were refusing to help him. She kept trailing off on her sentences, making pauses to reflect on days past, so I basically only got the gist of what she was trying to say. Apparently it was directly against their policy, though, so they petitioned Congress about some health bill, even got help from a mesothelioma lawyer, and apparently whatever they were trying to do they did.

So now it’s my turn to make a difference in the world. My argument, there’s always going to be something wrong with the world, it’s always broken, so who cares if I fix one problem, I’m just going to make another down the road. I really don’t care about changing the world, I just want to do my own thing, who cares about the rest.

I tried to pick an assignment that was out of her knowledge base, that way she wouldn’t know if I actually did anything or not, lol. Since she knows nothing about computer games, I’m going to address the MMO industry’s refusal to allow players to resell their accounts. Like World of Warcraft. It’s nothing but greed that keeps them from allowing us to resell them. They want to open more accounts. Even though they spend so much time and energy banning such accounts, and they can’t stop the people in other countries that are doing so, only those in America, so in the big picture their efforts are pointless.

I hope this was a good choice. Let’s see how it goes.

I constantly amaze myself at how stupid I can be. I’m think smart, gifted person, and yet at times some of the blatantly obvious things completely elude me.

You know the moments I’m talking about, like when you pass by the same building every day for a year and then one day you look at it and ask, “Where did that McDonalds come from?!” Or the time I figured out how banks made money. Who knew a bank was a business?! Yes, at times I fail epically.

This time… I had no idea you could buy exit signs. Obviously, someone has to make them because buildings employ them by law, but the fact that you can actually buy them just blew my mind. I guess I thought that they just magically appeared in the buildings, didn’t even think that the workers had to put the signs up themselves, and yet, there they are, up for anyone to buy. I’d assume that they only sell to businesses and contractors, but I still can’t believe that they sell them. There is a company for just about any product you can imagine, so why didn’t I put two and two together before? What else have I missed?

Ever overlook something obvious?

I love coming across new words. It makes me feel worldly when I learn a new term. Then on some random occasion in the unforeseeable future I might actually have a chance to use the word, then make people think I’m smarter than I actually am because of my diverse technical jargon. Kind of lame, I suppose, but hey, I love learning.

What did I learn today? Well, I don’t know squat when it comes to health terminology. Just the thought of blood makes me feel faint, so I try to avoid it. But of course, I can’t avoid it completely, and I see the occasional hospital scene in the movies. You know that thing they put on the patient’s finger? I never really gave it a second thought, just thought it was part of all the pins and needles of the place. Little did I know it served an actual function, lol. It’s called an oximeter, measuring oxygen. This concept amazed me. A little thing on my finger can read the amount of oxygen in my blood. It blows my mind, while still making me queasy at the same time, lol. I doubt I’d ever need to actually buy an oximeter, but hey now I know.

Learn any new words recently?