I hate making up titles... just so you know.

Though I seem to be a woman of many words, I will try to keep this somewhat short tonight - mainly because it is difficult to type because the underside of my right forearm hurts (either from carpal tunnel and Shorinji Kempo combining together, or because it is bruised from blocking kicks and attacks tonight) and it is somewhat complicated to type right now.

I started taking Japanese in college mainly because I wanted to get a BA.  Truthfully, that was my driving factor.  The reason why it was Japanese instead of Spanish or French or something more "useful" was because by that time, I was fascinated with the country and I didn't have the desire to learn any other language.  An English degree is automatically a BS in my college, and I thought that was silly.  Or maybe because I was a music major before which is BFA (Bachelor of Fine Arts) that I just wanted an "Arts" attached to my degree.  But really - English isn't a science no matter how you look at it.

Anyway... to get the BA in English, I needed to have language credits, so I started taking Japanese.  For the longest time on my transcript, under "Current Program" it said "Bachelor of Science."  I was slightly nervous about that but I figured it was because I didn't have all the language credits for it yet.  When all my grades were posted, I got even more nervous about it - even though I had passed all four semesters of Japanese.  So yeah, long story short, the other day I checked and it now says "Bachelor of Arts" and it just made my day.  It also said the graduation date on there, so I feel like I can finally start to believe that yes, I am indeed a college graduate now. ^_^  My jazz band teacher wanted me to go back and get a masters.  I told him that I didn't even need a bachelors degree to write, a masters wouldn't help me much from here on out.  His response: "Oh, I don't care what you would go into... I just want you in my band still."  Sorry Dr. Hipster... not gonna happen.  Thanks for the compliment though. ^_^

In case you were wondering about my once fallen clock - it is still going strong. ^_^

And more pottyness.  About four days ago was the first time I could get Goof Ball to poop in the toilet.  Until then he was pooping in his underpants nearly every day.  Eventually I started remembering around the time when he pooped the day before and then I made him try and go poop, and until he did, I didn't put any pants, under or otherwise, on him.  I was so thrilled when he did it for the first time.  The next day he pooped in his pants again.  But he had done it once, so I knew it was possible and tried to keep the positive energy going.  He didn't poop at all yesterday, but I got him to do it in the toilet again today.  But I still had to do the same thing - have him go around butt naked until he did it... Hopefully we can keep this trend going enough for him to learn when to do it on his own.  And I won't have to clean out anymore nasty underpants. >_<

All in all though - this trying-to-do-things thing is pretty good for me.  I feel pretty good about life in general and feel more secure in life.  Though today was a more lazy day and I didn't really do much from the need to do list, I figured I deserved it from all my hard work from yesterday.