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Multitasking:
During the first two hours of this morning, I vacuumed the floor, did skating stretches, and read The Little Prince aloud in its entirety (an attempt to get my French into better shape before school starts), and kept an eye on various tennis matches. Oh, and made a paper snowflake, too...except that it was later dismantled and converted into a weird chain-like thingey. :)
Been on unofficial hiatus again since the last post (how is it that being too busy or not busy enough both make me disappear from LJ? *_*). Off after this to catch up on the f-page.
The Good:
Sleeping problems are completely gone. I'd forgotten how much I'm encouraged to sleep whenever I go home. Given that my family goes to bed earlier than I do, it's so very quiet there, too -- nothing but the hum of the AC and light rain on the windows each night. I also spent 1-2 hours per day running around outside for the better part of two weeks, and being physically tired certainly helped. It has never, ever felt so good to be able to stay asleep until 9-10 a.m. in the morning, wake up with the knowledge that I could've slept even longer, and be teased, for once, for getting up too LATE. ^_^
The Not-so-Good:
I'm not entirely sure how long the good sleeping patterns are going to keep up, now that I'm back in Philadelphia. So far, everything's been fine, but that's because there's practically nobody back on campus, and work has yet to start.
I walked into my room back here and was immediately reminded of...unpleasantness. Namely, of all that time spent sitting at this same desk and staring out this same window, much too late at night or too early in the morning, trying to be invisible but also to convince myself that I had a right to, well, exist. It seems odd that just by being somewhere you inevitably sink into a certain mentality...or does it? :P
Chinese:
Tried to handwrite a journal entry using a different language, for once. It took the better part of an hour, and reminded me yet again of how much my writing still looks like a ten-year-old's. XD
...In general, though, writing something coherent in Chinese is for me a little like writing poetry in English. I love reading both when they're well done, and envy people who can do them well. But, left to my own devices, I wouldn't be able to produce either for the life of me.
(This has nothing to do with anything -- I just realized that. XDD)
During the first two hours of this morning, I vacuumed the floor, did skating stretches, and read The Little Prince aloud in its entirety (an attempt to get my French into better shape before school starts), and kept an eye on various tennis matches. Oh, and made a paper snowflake, too...except that it was later dismantled and converted into a weird chain-like thingey. :)
Been on unofficial hiatus again since the last post (how is it that being too busy or not busy enough both make me disappear from LJ? *_*). Off after this to catch up on the f-page.
The Good:
Sleeping problems are completely gone. I'd forgotten how much I'm encouraged to sleep whenever I go home. Given that my family goes to bed earlier than I do, it's so very quiet there, too -- nothing but the hum of the AC and light rain on the windows each night. I also spent 1-2 hours per day running around outside for the better part of two weeks, and being physically tired certainly helped. It has never, ever felt so good to be able to stay asleep until 9-10 a.m. in the morning, wake up with the knowledge that I could've slept even longer, and be teased, for once, for getting up too LATE. ^_^
The Not-so-Good:
I'm not entirely sure how long the good sleeping patterns are going to keep up, now that I'm back in Philadelphia. So far, everything's been fine, but that's because there's practically nobody back on campus, and work has yet to start.
I walked into my room back here and was immediately reminded of...unpleasantness. Namely, of all that time spent sitting at this same desk and staring out this same window, much too late at night or too early in the morning, trying to be invisible but also to convince myself that I had a right to, well, exist. It seems odd that just by being somewhere you inevitably sink into a certain mentality...or does it? :P
Chinese:
Tried to handwrite a journal entry using a different language, for once. It took the better part of an hour, and reminded me yet again of how much my writing still looks like a ten-year-old's. XD
...In general, though, writing something coherent in Chinese is for me a little like writing poetry in English. I love reading both when they're well done, and envy people who can do them well. But, left to my own devices, I wouldn't be able to produce either for the life of me.
(This has nothing to do with anything -- I just realized that. XDD)