OH SNAP.
EDIT: Yes, my attention deficits go through the roof when I'm forced to focus on things I do not enjoy doing. D: Spending 2.5 hours with just stats? Giving me a literal headache. kasdjnkad. Will go do fish tank maintenance for sake of sanity and relief from head pain!
Why does this stupid default moodtheme have no "doomed" mood? D:
Anyway. My dad lands in Toronto tonight. :D
My family from NYC and Cirque du Soleil tomorrow!
Stats exam on the day after--and this is possibly the first time I can say truthfully that I have done next-to-no studying for an exam. I mean. Usually, when I say, "I didn't really study much D:", it is in comparison to my friends who spend endless days with their heads buried in books and redoing problems and such. But like, this time I've really just done nothing, when I know that I actually need to...
**Wait! My attention deficiency senses detect a tangent coming!**
--So like, hitotsu came over to my house yesterday after all. All you online lovelies have no idea how extraordinary that is. He is officially the first outsider I have willingly invited into my home. Ever. (There was one other incident but that was kind of because of factors beyond my control.) And I felt like a crummy host since you know, I had nothing to offer in the way of hospitality, and then you have Johnathan, who offers to come over to help me clean my house for no apparent reason than that he wants to and has nothing better to do.
Yeah, thinking about it sends me on half a guilt-trip. Thanks a bundle, slutface. Well, I do mean thank you, like "Thankyouthankyouthankyou hi John you're my favourite person ever for cleaning part of my house for me omg." But you know what I mean.
Like, looking at my TV room now, I'm still kinda grossed out. Because it's all organized and shit. I'm afraid to move things.
My aunt actually heard us. At dinner she said flatly, "Someone was here today. Who was it. And I heard you say that I was going to be unconscious in bed. And I swear, I was going to yell at you, but then... well, then I fell unconscious. >_>" My aunt is funny like that. And also scary like that. And then I said, "Yes, I let Johnathan come over and he was compelled to clean the TV room and now it's totally disgusting. You should see what he did to it."
And then you have my aunt leaving the kitchen and running upstairs.
And you hear her, in English, going, "Oh. My. GOD."
Last time I checked, my aunt was Buddhist.
I think you've just scored +902802398 points in my aunt's book. She even said that you should come over once a week to clean things. Jokingly, of course. But she did ask, "DID YOU LEARN ANYTHING FROM WATCHING HIM? WILL YOU LEARN TO CLEAN BETTER NOW?" And of course, the answer is, "Yes, I did. I just won't do it because it is against my nature." And that earned me a smack to the head, obviously.
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So yeah, action plan! Make crib sheets for stats exam! That way, even if I don't study at all for this exam, I can at least stand half a chance of passing because of a.) My special brand of dumb luck, b.) My ability to half-ass things and still have a vague understanding of it, c.) Crib sheets, because that's what they're for.
Yes. So I get cracking now, and after dinner, hopefully I'll be done making notes by then, but I can finish straightening up the master bedroom so my dad doesn't have a sighing, "What have you done with my house in my absence? D:" fit. Yeah, John, you're just like my dad. You both do that sighing, slight head-shaking, "Twiggy, I do not understand how you live in such a disorganized environment and now I feel an uncontrollable urge to start cleaning!" expression. So you are now a cross between my aunt and my father, with a strange mirror relation to my cousin. Maybe we're really more closely related than expected.
This is so gross to think about D:
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Okay. Now, with a very, very clear deadline in front of my face, I should be able to get to work. I hate working under pressure, but sometimes I think that I can't work unless I'm under pressure.
YES. GOODBYE.
Why does this stupid default moodtheme have no "doomed" mood? D:
Anyway. My dad lands in Toronto tonight. :D
My family from NYC and Cirque du Soleil tomorrow!
Stats exam on the day after--and this is possibly the first time I can say truthfully that I have done next-to-no studying for an exam. I mean. Usually, when I say, "I didn't really study much D:", it is in comparison to my friends who spend endless days with their heads buried in books and redoing problems and such. But like, this time I've really just done nothing, when I know that I actually need to...
**Wait! My attention deficiency senses detect a tangent coming!**
--So like, hitotsu came over to my house yesterday after all. All you online lovelies have no idea how extraordinary that is. He is officially the first outsider I have willingly invited into my home. Ever. (There was one other incident but that was kind of because of factors beyond my control.) And I felt like a crummy host since you know, I had nothing to offer in the way of hospitality, and then you have Johnathan, who offers to come over to help me clean my house for no apparent reason than that he wants to and has nothing better to do.
Yeah, thinking about it sends me on half a guilt-trip. Thanks a bundle, slutface. Well, I do mean thank you, like "Thankyouthankyouthankyou hi John you're my favourite person ever for cleaning part of my house for me omg." But you know what I mean.
Like, looking at my TV room now, I'm still kinda grossed out. Because it's all organized and shit. I'm afraid to move things.
My aunt actually heard us. At dinner she said flatly, "Someone was here today. Who was it. And I heard you say that I was going to be unconscious in bed. And I swear, I was going to yell at you, but then... well, then I fell unconscious. >_>" My aunt is funny like that. And also scary like that. And then I said, "Yes, I let Johnathan come over and he was compelled to clean the TV room and now it's totally disgusting. You should see what he did to it."
And then you have my aunt leaving the kitchen and running upstairs.
And you hear her, in English, going, "Oh. My. GOD."
Last time I checked, my aunt was Buddhist.
I think you've just scored +902802398 points in my aunt's book. She even said that you should come over once a week to clean things. Jokingly, of course. But she did ask, "DID YOU LEARN ANYTHING FROM WATCHING HIM? WILL YOU LEARN TO CLEAN BETTER NOW?" And of course, the answer is, "Yes, I did. I just won't do it because it is against my nature." And that earned me a smack to the head, obviously.
[/tangent]
So yeah, action plan! Make crib sheets for stats exam! That way, even if I don't study at all for this exam, I can at least stand half a chance of passing because of a.) My special brand of dumb luck, b.) My ability to half-ass things and still have a vague understanding of it, c.) Crib sheets, because that's what they're for.
Yes. So I get cracking now, and after dinner, hopefully I'll be done making notes by then, but I can finish straightening up the master bedroom so my dad doesn't have a sighing, "What have you done with my house in my absence? D:" fit. Yeah, John, you're just like my dad. You both do that sighing, slight head-shaking, "Twiggy, I do not understand how you live in such a disorganized environment and now I feel an uncontrollable urge to start cleaning!" expression. So you are now a cross between my aunt and my father, with a strange mirror relation to my cousin. Maybe we're really more closely related than expected.
This is so gross to think about D:
[/half a tangent]
Okay. Now, with a very, very clear deadline in front of my face, I should be able to get to work. I hate working under pressure, but sometimes I think that I can't work unless I'm under pressure.
YES. GOODBYE.