I recently had the opportunity to see my favorite musical artist, Butch Walker, perform at a bar. It was pretty much amazing. It's kind of a blessing and a curse that I love Butch so much. You see, he's not well known in these here parts. Which is nice because it earns one "cool points" to love someone that no one else has ever heard of. And then when he does perform here you get an amazing, intimate setting, because he couldn't exactly fill up a stadium here. But it's a curse because he doesn't show up here too much. Why would he? There are a million other places he could go to play to a lot more adoring fans. I really hoped, given the intimate setting, that I would have the opportunity to meet the guy. I met him once many many years ago (the beginning of the obsession), but haven't had a chance since I've discovered his art (not just the hotness that a teenage girl focuses on-- who cares if he writes thought-provoking lyrics? He's dead sexy!). Well, unfortunately, it didn't happen this time. That's alright, I still got a great show, even if I have no "me & Butch" photos to post on my Facebook. But it got me to thinking... what would I say to him if given the chance?
There are so many "your music changed my life" cliched kind of things. All of them would be true, but that's not really the most biggest thing I would want to tell him. I COULD tell him about how dead sexy he is and how I would make his baby if he wanted me to, but I'm pretty sure he's heard all that before. What I would REALLY want to tell him (and what would really ensure that I would not be getting freak-nasty with any rockstars that night) is that when my boys were babies, I sang his songs to them every day. The first song either of them ever danced to was "Freak of the Week." My two and four year olds recognize his voice when it comes on. They can sing along to the more appropriate music. Some of my favorite memories with my children involve his music. One day when my kids are grown and they remember the good things about their childhood, at least a couple of those things will involve Butch Walker.
So what I would tell Butch is not how cool I think he is, or how much I love his music, or how happy he makes me. It's how cool my kids think he is, how much they love his music... OK, and how happy he makes me. Does it make me SO OLD that, if I had the opportunity to speak to this particular rockstar, I would talk about my children? Probably. Maybe it's better that I DIDN'T get that opportunity.
Thursday, May 20, 2010
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Ode to Coffee
I've been reading Starbucked: A Double Tall Tale of Caffeine, Commerce, and Culture and I love it. At this point it is discussing the history of Starbucks. It reminded me of my own history of coffee, which I shall share with you now.
I grew up with grandparents who drank Folgers religiously. Grandpa had been in the military in Alaska as a young man, and the only way to keep warm was through nasty government issued coffee. Grandma had been on Weight Watchers at a time when the only approved drinks were water or black coffee. I was around it a lot but never ventured a taste-- the smell was bad enough! My grandparents affinity for cheap coffee turned not only my young self but also my mother off of the stuff, so it was never in my house. When my mother married my stepfather, he brought Maxwell House with him. The stuff smells no better than Folgers, so still this was not something that interested me. I grew up in a world of Pepsi, there's no need for nasty coffee when you have Pepsi!
So this brings us to high school in the mid to late 90s. I remember the first time I was introduced to our local coffeehouse, The Coffee Scene. I was in love. It was truly the most magnificent place I had ever seen. It was full of young, hip people, sipping drinks, playing board games, reading poetry, smoking. It was immediately a world I wanted to be a part of. Of course, I got some sort of fruit and cream concoction. It didn't even have coffee hidden in it, it was pretty much just pure sugar. That probably ruined my hip coffeehouse cred right there. I did not become a regular at the Coffee Scene, but the impression it made on me never faded.
That was a time before Starbucks had taken over the world. To my knowledge we didn't have one in our town. We did get a couple of bookstores with cafes in them. This is where I experienced my first coffee beverage: an Irish Creme Mocha. Pretty much pure sugar again, but this time it made me feel mature and "in the know." The bookstore cafe never offered that rush that I got from the Coffee Scene, but it offered tasty hot beverages and I didn't get that feeling of inadequacy I got from visiting the real coffeehouse (looking back I know that the Coffee Scene didn't really deserve feelings of inadequacy- I know many a lame high schooler that went there- but at the time it seemed way too cool for me).
Fast forward a couple of years. The whole college thing hadn't worked out for me and I needed a full time job. I had no skills and very little work experience. I had always loved books, so I was visiting the big chain bookstore looking for solace and on a whim I filled out an application. I was offered a job and given my choice: open on the book floor (you have to be in by 7 a.m.) or open the cafe (you have to start at 8 a.m.). I had never had another coffee beverage since my occasional aforementioned mocha in high school, but 8 is better than 7, so I chose the cafe. Again, I fell in love.
I have never experienced any other job I love as much as working in the cafe. I stayed for as long as I could. I loved my customers, I loved the art of drink making, I loved stocking the bake case... I seriously loved everything about that job. Well, I could have done without cleaning table bases, but nothing is perfect, right? I took my job very seriously. Even though I had never had coffee before, I tried every drink offered to me. I knew customers would come in and ask my opinions, and I wasn't going to lie. So I developed a taste for all of those specialty coffee drinks. Of course, my favorites were the ones that were full of sugar and not much coffee. My absolute favorite was the white chocolate mocha.
I can still taste those white chocolate mochas of yesteryear. It didn't matter to me that I had a bad relationship with my family, that I'd quit college and ruined my chance at a good life, that I had no money and no home, when I took a sip of that white chocolate mocha I just felt happy. It brings tears of joyful nostalgia to my eyes just to think of it now.
I met some of my best friends in that cafe. I met my husband in that cafe. When my oldest son was a baby, I took him to that cafe every week, where I would drink a cup of tea or a soy latte and meet up with friends. In recent years my life has changed. With two young children, it's harder to be able to sit with a drink and friends. We moved further away from that particular cafe (not that there aren't 20 others between here and there). There are many reasons I don't do the whole coffeehouse thing anymore, but I still love it passionately. I would absolutely love to support independent coffeehouses, but those are few and far between. I used to pretend I hated Starbucks because they crushed the indie shops, but I don't really. I love Starbucks. I love that they offer happiness in a cup. I love that if it weren't for Starbucks, I wouldn't know that I love coffee in all forms (even black) and I wouldn't know that the coffee business is the business I want to be in (someday).
To sum it up: coffee very good, Starbucks pretty good, independent coffeehouses even better (if you've got one, go support it!), Steph an addict.
I grew up with grandparents who drank Folgers religiously. Grandpa had been in the military in Alaska as a young man, and the only way to keep warm was through nasty government issued coffee. Grandma had been on Weight Watchers at a time when the only approved drinks were water or black coffee. I was around it a lot but never ventured a taste-- the smell was bad enough! My grandparents affinity for cheap coffee turned not only my young self but also my mother off of the stuff, so it was never in my house. When my mother married my stepfather, he brought Maxwell House with him. The stuff smells no better than Folgers, so still this was not something that interested me. I grew up in a world of Pepsi, there's no need for nasty coffee when you have Pepsi!
So this brings us to high school in the mid to late 90s. I remember the first time I was introduced to our local coffeehouse, The Coffee Scene. I was in love. It was truly the most magnificent place I had ever seen. It was full of young, hip people, sipping drinks, playing board games, reading poetry, smoking. It was immediately a world I wanted to be a part of. Of course, I got some sort of fruit and cream concoction. It didn't even have coffee hidden in it, it was pretty much just pure sugar. That probably ruined my hip coffeehouse cred right there. I did not become a regular at the Coffee Scene, but the impression it made on me never faded.
That was a time before Starbucks had taken over the world. To my knowledge we didn't have one in our town. We did get a couple of bookstores with cafes in them. This is where I experienced my first coffee beverage: an Irish Creme Mocha. Pretty much pure sugar again, but this time it made me feel mature and "in the know." The bookstore cafe never offered that rush that I got from the Coffee Scene, but it offered tasty hot beverages and I didn't get that feeling of inadequacy I got from visiting the real coffeehouse (looking back I know that the Coffee Scene didn't really deserve feelings of inadequacy- I know many a lame high schooler that went there- but at the time it seemed way too cool for me).
Fast forward a couple of years. The whole college thing hadn't worked out for me and I needed a full time job. I had no skills and very little work experience. I had always loved books, so I was visiting the big chain bookstore looking for solace and on a whim I filled out an application. I was offered a job and given my choice: open on the book floor (you have to be in by 7 a.m.) or open the cafe (you have to start at 8 a.m.). I had never had another coffee beverage since my occasional aforementioned mocha in high school, but 8 is better than 7, so I chose the cafe. Again, I fell in love.
I have never experienced any other job I love as much as working in the cafe. I stayed for as long as I could. I loved my customers, I loved the art of drink making, I loved stocking the bake case... I seriously loved everything about that job. Well, I could have done without cleaning table bases, but nothing is perfect, right? I took my job very seriously. Even though I had never had coffee before, I tried every drink offered to me. I knew customers would come in and ask my opinions, and I wasn't going to lie. So I developed a taste for all of those specialty coffee drinks. Of course, my favorites were the ones that were full of sugar and not much coffee. My absolute favorite was the white chocolate mocha.
I can still taste those white chocolate mochas of yesteryear. It didn't matter to me that I had a bad relationship with my family, that I'd quit college and ruined my chance at a good life, that I had no money and no home, when I took a sip of that white chocolate mocha I just felt happy. It brings tears of joyful nostalgia to my eyes just to think of it now.
I met some of my best friends in that cafe. I met my husband in that cafe. When my oldest son was a baby, I took him to that cafe every week, where I would drink a cup of tea or a soy latte and meet up with friends. In recent years my life has changed. With two young children, it's harder to be able to sit with a drink and friends. We moved further away from that particular cafe (not that there aren't 20 others between here and there). There are many reasons I don't do the whole coffeehouse thing anymore, but I still love it passionately. I would absolutely love to support independent coffeehouses, but those are few and far between. I used to pretend I hated Starbucks because they crushed the indie shops, but I don't really. I love Starbucks. I love that they offer happiness in a cup. I love that if it weren't for Starbucks, I wouldn't know that I love coffee in all forms (even black) and I wouldn't know that the coffee business is the business I want to be in (someday).
To sum it up: coffee very good, Starbucks pretty good, independent coffeehouses even better (if you've got one, go support it!), Steph an addict.
Monday, May 17, 2010
Listing
Over the years I have made many, many lists. I looooooove lists. Currently I am working on a list of goals, I guess. Now that I have successfully accomplished the whole Bachelors Degree thing, I need to figure out what I want to do next. If I don't I'll end up eating bon-bons and watching soap operas. So here's a few of the things that are currently on the list of things I want to do.
Things I Want to Do
1. Read. A lot. Done and done. I have 2 current goals in this category: a) to read all the books I have checked out from the library, and b) to read all the books I own. The hard part of this is that I keep adding more books to both of those goals, making it an endless process that can never be completed. However, I'm trying to become a little better organized on this front and maybe I can make some headway. I've been turned on to a site called GoodReads which is amazing, though I am still figuring out how to navigate it. I'm hoping to create a couple of lists on the site to help me keep track of the hundreds of books I currently have floating around. You can check out my profile at http://www.goodreads.com/profile/stephaniemblack .
2. Learn a language. I'm not overly picky about which language. I've been particularly interested in Russian, Gaelic, and most other totally useless languages. Husband would love for all of us to learn Mandarin together. Fortunately, my library offers a really cool language learning feature on its website. Unfortunately, none of the aforementioned languages are offered. So my new goal is to learn Latin American Spanish.
3. Take classes. Lots and lots of classes. I never want to stop learning. I am interested in just about everything. Even things I didn't think I was interested in, it turns out I am. I'm hoping to start finding all those free discussions and classes that the library and other community establishments offer and taking advantage of them. Non-profits are fizzling out, they just don't have any support by the people or by the government (at least around here), so it's important to take advantage of all the cool programs they offer while they can still offer them.
4. Bake my way through Martha Stewart's Baking Handbook. I have wanted to do this since I got the book in 2005. Just start at the beginning and bake every single recipe. I'm thinking rather than try to do a new recipe every day, maybe one a week would be more practical. The recipes aren't exactly low-cal, and they often call for ingredients that are either difficult to find or expensive (or both), so trying to rock through it too fast is just going to make me even fatter than I already am, and even poorer.
5. Get active. I have got to be one of the laziest human beings in the world. I bought a Wii Fit, thinking if it was for a video game I might actually move around a little. That lasted about two weeks. My goal is to do something other than sit in front of my computer or behind my book or whatever it is I'm sitting with. I just need to stop sitting. There are two physical things I have always wanted to do: Kickboxing and Yoga. I'm not too interested in much else. But kickboxing would very clearly kick my ass currently. So I think this goal needs to be broken up into many smaller goals. Mini-goal number one: just move for thirty minutes every day, even if that means just pacing back and forth across the house.
So there we have it. Top 5 goals of the day. I'm sure I have a lot more to add to it. Which is good because if we're not striving for goals, what are we really doing? I encourage anyone who may be reading this to think about what you would like to accomplish, and do something small to get yourself on the way to that. Until next time, happy listing.
Things I Want to Do
1. Read. A lot. Done and done. I have 2 current goals in this category: a) to read all the books I have checked out from the library, and b) to read all the books I own. The hard part of this is that I keep adding more books to both of those goals, making it an endless process that can never be completed. However, I'm trying to become a little better organized on this front and maybe I can make some headway. I've been turned on to a site called GoodReads which is amazing, though I am still figuring out how to navigate it. I'm hoping to create a couple of lists on the site to help me keep track of the hundreds of books I currently have floating around. You can check out my profile at http://www.goodreads.com/profile/stephaniemblack .
2. Learn a language. I'm not overly picky about which language. I've been particularly interested in Russian, Gaelic, and most other totally useless languages. Husband would love for all of us to learn Mandarin together. Fortunately, my library offers a really cool language learning feature on its website. Unfortunately, none of the aforementioned languages are offered. So my new goal is to learn Latin American Spanish.
3. Take classes. Lots and lots of classes. I never want to stop learning. I am interested in just about everything. Even things I didn't think I was interested in, it turns out I am. I'm hoping to start finding all those free discussions and classes that the library and other community establishments offer and taking advantage of them. Non-profits are fizzling out, they just don't have any support by the people or by the government (at least around here), so it's important to take advantage of all the cool programs they offer while they can still offer them.
4. Bake my way through Martha Stewart's Baking Handbook. I have wanted to do this since I got the book in 2005. Just start at the beginning and bake every single recipe. I'm thinking rather than try to do a new recipe every day, maybe one a week would be more practical. The recipes aren't exactly low-cal, and they often call for ingredients that are either difficult to find or expensive (or both), so trying to rock through it too fast is just going to make me even fatter than I already am, and even poorer.
5. Get active. I have got to be one of the laziest human beings in the world. I bought a Wii Fit, thinking if it was for a video game I might actually move around a little. That lasted about two weeks. My goal is to do something other than sit in front of my computer or behind my book or whatever it is I'm sitting with. I just need to stop sitting. There are two physical things I have always wanted to do: Kickboxing and Yoga. I'm not too interested in much else. But kickboxing would very clearly kick my ass currently. So I think this goal needs to be broken up into many smaller goals. Mini-goal number one: just move for thirty minutes every day, even if that means just pacing back and forth across the house.
So there we have it. Top 5 goals of the day. I'm sure I have a lot more to add to it. Which is good because if we're not striving for goals, what are we really doing? I encourage anyone who may be reading this to think about what you would like to accomplish, and do something small to get yourself on the way to that. Until next time, happy listing.
Thursday, May 13, 2010
My Newfound Confidence: or, How I Answered the Phone
Today, I did something I have not done in YEARS. I answered the phone!
You would think this is an exaggeration, but it's not really. We always have Caller I.D., and if you are not my brother, my husband, or my mom, I probably will not answer the phone for you. I don't answer the phone if I don't recognize the number, I never call anyone (except the aforementioned people), half the time I won't answer the phone even if I DO recognize the number, for fear of not being able to probably communicate.
You see, I don't know that it's that I ever really thought myself stupid, just ill-prepared. One (at least, this one) never wants to come across as confused, now does one? So it's better to not answer the phone, let that person state their business on the answering machine (or better yet, email), then I can think about it and decide the correct thing to say. At that point I will either email them in response, or I'll make my husband call them back and give them the answer they need.
Well, over the past two days we have had this little repairman drama going here. See, it all goes back to our buying our house in September. The house advertised these great perks, the one in capital letters being, "IRRIGATION SYSTEM!" Sweet, sprinklers! I'm not all about lawn pride, so honestly I didn't care that much, but the husband thought it was pretty cool. So we move in, and we can't turn them on. Oh, and did I mention we get this letter from our water company telling us we need the backflow tested (whatever the hell THAT means)? Well, we got that letter right after we moved in, and with all else going on I kind of ignored it. And since we couldn't figure out how to turn it on anyway, it didn't seem to really matter much. Husband was a little annoyed, but it was almost fall anyway, so we just didn't worry about it.... And now it is spring.
We get ANOTHER letter from the water company telling us we must report our test results to them. So we have the city's water guy come out, and he tells us that he doesn't know how to turn them on, and when we figure it out we should call him back and he'll test it for us. Now, Husband and I are kind of lazy people sometimes, and very confused most of the time, so this whole process has already taken a couple of months. We finally call an independent repair guy, who was supposed to come look at it yesterday. And didn't. And Husband, who originally set all this up, is out of town. So it all falls on me to deal with. So I actually CALLED to find out where he was! This is pretty huge for me, but desperate times call for desperate measures. I received a call back yesterday from a "cellular call" (which I NEVER answer) and yeah, I totally answered that. Then I did the same thing again this morning. I'll tell you what, I felt so capable all of the sudden!
I'm not quite sure if this burst of confidence has come from the fact that Husband is out of town and I have no other choice, or if I have my pride in myself in general. My college degree symbolizes so much for me. I was a smart girl growing up, then I grew up, and then I was stupid. I made mistakes and fell into a life I didn't want. I was working retail and watching many people whose IQs were about half of mine make good on their lives. They went to college, got degrees, and started careers (most of them as teachers-- not sure what that's about). And here I was making them coffee. (Side note: I LOVE making coffee. Nothing brings me greater joy than working in the coffee business, and I know in my heart of hearts that's where I want to be, and, God willing, I'll be there again someday.) They looked down on me, and I looked down on myself. I was so ashamed of myself for letting my life get so out of control. It's one thing to CHOOSE to make a career out of selling coffee or books or some other form of retail, it's quite another when you're doing it because no "real" job will take you.
Then I met and married my husband. And I thought, "it's OK, I don't need a degree. I don't want to work, I just want to be a wife and mother." So true. Not working is the best. I love being a wife, though I suck at keeping up with laundry and dishes, and I really love being a mother. But I still didn't feel complete. I loved to read, I loved to learn, I could hold my own in conversations on many intellectual subjects. But I was very self-concious. I had that "what, you think you're better than me?" defense going on.
I admitted to myself that I went back to school for two reasons: 1) all I ever did was read books anyway, I might as well get some credit for it, and 2) we all need a backup plan. You just never know what will happen in life. I have a secure relationship with my husband, and I don't plan on him leaving me anytime soon, but you just never can tell what will happen. I was pretty sure that going back to an $8 an hour retail job wasn't going to cut it should I ever need to be the provider for my family. Having a degree provides me with some better options. But what I actually got was so much more. A sense of pride I haven't had since I was in high school. The belief that I can accomplish anything I set out to do. The knowledge that no one is better than me just because they have a little piece of paper and I don't.
OK, now of course there's some of you that will say they never were better than me, and that having a diploma means nothing, and on some levels I can totally agree with you. But for whatever fucked up psychological reason, that's how I felt before, and this is how I feel now. And I feel good enough to answer the phone. And that's pretty damn good.
You would think this is an exaggeration, but it's not really. We always have Caller I.D., and if you are not my brother, my husband, or my mom, I probably will not answer the phone for you. I don't answer the phone if I don't recognize the number, I never call anyone (except the aforementioned people), half the time I won't answer the phone even if I DO recognize the number, for fear of not being able to probably communicate.
You see, I don't know that it's that I ever really thought myself stupid, just ill-prepared. One (at least, this one) never wants to come across as confused, now does one? So it's better to not answer the phone, let that person state their business on the answering machine (or better yet, email), then I can think about it and decide the correct thing to say. At that point I will either email them in response, or I'll make my husband call them back and give them the answer they need.
Well, over the past two days we have had this little repairman drama going here. See, it all goes back to our buying our house in September. The house advertised these great perks, the one in capital letters being, "IRRIGATION SYSTEM!" Sweet, sprinklers! I'm not all about lawn pride, so honestly I didn't care that much, but the husband thought it was pretty cool. So we move in, and we can't turn them on. Oh, and did I mention we get this letter from our water company telling us we need the backflow tested (whatever the hell THAT means)? Well, we got that letter right after we moved in, and with all else going on I kind of ignored it. And since we couldn't figure out how to turn it on anyway, it didn't seem to really matter much. Husband was a little annoyed, but it was almost fall anyway, so we just didn't worry about it.... And now it is spring.
We get ANOTHER letter from the water company telling us we must report our test results to them. So we have the city's water guy come out, and he tells us that he doesn't know how to turn them on, and when we figure it out we should call him back and he'll test it for us. Now, Husband and I are kind of lazy people sometimes, and very confused most of the time, so this whole process has already taken a couple of months. We finally call an independent repair guy, who was supposed to come look at it yesterday. And didn't. And Husband, who originally set all this up, is out of town. So it all falls on me to deal with. So I actually CALLED to find out where he was! This is pretty huge for me, but desperate times call for desperate measures. I received a call back yesterday from a "cellular call" (which I NEVER answer) and yeah, I totally answered that. Then I did the same thing again this morning. I'll tell you what, I felt so capable all of the sudden!
I'm not quite sure if this burst of confidence has come from the fact that Husband is out of town and I have no other choice, or if I have my pride in myself in general. My college degree symbolizes so much for me. I was a smart girl growing up, then I grew up, and then I was stupid. I made mistakes and fell into a life I didn't want. I was working retail and watching many people whose IQs were about half of mine make good on their lives. They went to college, got degrees, and started careers (most of them as teachers-- not sure what that's about). And here I was making them coffee. (Side note: I LOVE making coffee. Nothing brings me greater joy than working in the coffee business, and I know in my heart of hearts that's where I want to be, and, God willing, I'll be there again someday.) They looked down on me, and I looked down on myself. I was so ashamed of myself for letting my life get so out of control. It's one thing to CHOOSE to make a career out of selling coffee or books or some other form of retail, it's quite another when you're doing it because no "real" job will take you.
Then I met and married my husband. And I thought, "it's OK, I don't need a degree. I don't want to work, I just want to be a wife and mother." So true. Not working is the best. I love being a wife, though I suck at keeping up with laundry and dishes, and I really love being a mother. But I still didn't feel complete. I loved to read, I loved to learn, I could hold my own in conversations on many intellectual subjects. But I was very self-concious. I had that "what, you think you're better than me?" defense going on.
I admitted to myself that I went back to school for two reasons: 1) all I ever did was read books anyway, I might as well get some credit for it, and 2) we all need a backup plan. You just never know what will happen in life. I have a secure relationship with my husband, and I don't plan on him leaving me anytime soon, but you just never can tell what will happen. I was pretty sure that going back to an $8 an hour retail job wasn't going to cut it should I ever need to be the provider for my family. Having a degree provides me with some better options. But what I actually got was so much more. A sense of pride I haven't had since I was in high school. The belief that I can accomplish anything I set out to do. The knowledge that no one is better than me just because they have a little piece of paper and I don't.
OK, now of course there's some of you that will say they never were better than me, and that having a diploma means nothing, and on some levels I can totally agree with you. But for whatever fucked up psychological reason, that's how I felt before, and this is how I feel now. And I feel good enough to answer the phone. And that's pretty damn good.
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
Here we go again....
I love blogging. LOVE IT. Unfortunately, my chronic perfectionism does NOT love it. See, I try to come up with a schtick. Anybody can write about their boring-ass life, right? And unless you're already famous, guess what, nobody cares about your boring-ass life. So when I create a blog, it has to have some angle. First, it was about being a newly converted Mormon (yeah, that didn't work out-- the blog nor the life choice), then I went on to a super fun look at finance and saving money known as Hooray for Budgets. I still love finance and budgeting, and I definitely love saving money, but the cold hard truth is that I do not have something to say about it every day. And you know how it goes. You realize you don't have anything worth saying on a certain subject for a few days, then all of the sudden you totally forget you were supposed to be talking about that at all. Sadly, that is what happened with Budgets. So here we are, trying it again. No tricks, no themes, just whatever I decide I should be talking about right now. Am I that interesting? Debatable. On one hand, I'm a stay at home mom in the almost-suburbs/ almost-ghetto of an almost- big city in the midwest. Not sounding promising. On the other, I'm interested in everything and I'm flaky as all hell, so I tend to do things that others might not do (and it's probably better not to). That does not by any means mean that I'm a daredevil. Nooooo way. I don't do scary things. I literally just do things that no one else would ever think was a good idea. Like, I just graduated college, but I don't want to get a job. Most people wonder, "why would you go in debt (insert a five digit number here) dollars if you don't want a job?" My answer? I just wanted to. I decided having a degree would make me happy. Does it make sense given my current life situation? No. But it's pretty cool to have a degree!
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