chippin' around - kick my brains around the floor
Aaargh. I guess never posting is better than spamposting, right? At least your flists aren't filled with a bajillion emo posts from me every day. Right? Right?
D:
My GRE is (*looks at clock*) technically tomorrow. I spent the evening learning 250 new words. I'll be reviewing all day tomorrow. And probably doing at least one practice test. I'm just not confident in my math skills. (You could even say I'm feeling diffident! LOL NEW VOCAB *shoots self*) At all. Everybody says DON'T WORRY IT DOESN'T TEST COLLEGE MATH, JUST REALLY BASIC PRE-ALGEBRA AND STUFF but guys omg I had to ask my fiance what an integer was last week. I AM NOT READY TO BE TESTED ON BASIC PRE-ALGEBRA. AAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!!
........... anyway.
(This is not assisted by pretty much everyone in my whole life insisting that I am the smartest person on the planet or something. Stop trying to make me feel better, it is actually only giving me an inferiority complex. D:)
I'm thinking about just not going to class tomorrow and spending all day cramming. It's one quiz section and Hinduism; nothing due, no teachers who know my name/can tell me apart from the other students. But our papers might be getting handed back in quiz section tomorrow, and the lecture on the Bhagavad-Gita is on the schedule for Hinduism. And I love the Bhagavad-Gita. (Of course, this could be a good reason why I CAN skip - since I know it so well, etc.) So I should go. And I shouldn't go. And I should go.
*kri*
But okay. I am actually doing better at the quantitative analysis practice tests than I think I am. I've consistently been getting about 70-75% on them, which is actually pretty dang good. And my verbal scores are pretty bloody high - 85-95%, usually, which is CRAZYPANTS for verbal scores. And if I can just get something higher than like.... I don't know, 1150 or something, I'll probably be fine. I mean jiminy christmas, the program I'm applying to doesn't even care how OLD my GRE scores as long as I can prove I took the test. It's just about the LEAST IMPORTANT PART of the application. (They actually said this in the information session) I should be panicking over my third recommendation letter, or stressing over my personal statement, or SOMETHING.
AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!
OKAY HELLO, NOT-CRAZY-GRACE SPEAKING NOW. THANKS. HOW ARE YOU? I AM FINE. JUST REALLY FUCKIN FINE. EXCEPT I PROBABLY CANNOT AFFORD TO DISNEYWORLD ON MY HONEYMOON AND I AM REALLY SAD ABOUT THAT. OH WELL.
Josh made homemade chili today, and we ate it curled up on the couch with Daisy, who was snoring, while I quizzed both of us on GRE vocab. (Josh and me. Not Daisy.) I have a very smart boy who is very smart and knows a lot of words. Did you know that? Because I do. He is very smart. And makes marvelous chili.
I also ate what was probably my weight in various candies, the majority of which was probably tootsie-pops. Also cookies with chocolate in the middle. And I know a lot more words than I realized I did, and I know a lot more words now than I did this afternoon.
I'm stressed out enough that even the part of my brain which sits in the back of my head spitting out short story ideas has gone dormant. It usually goes into hyperdrive when I'm stressed, like some kind of built-in procrastination device, but it's been quiet for weeks.
Someday I will draw again. Someday I will write something that's not a research proposal. Someday I will read a book that isn't a textbook, or a study guide.
Today is not that day. Tomorrow isn't looking good either.
D:
My GRE is (*looks at clock*) technically tomorrow. I spent the evening learning 250 new words. I'll be reviewing all day tomorrow. And probably doing at least one practice test. I'm just not confident in my math skills. (You could even say I'm feeling diffident! LOL NEW VOCAB *shoots self*) At all. Everybody says DON'T WORRY IT DOESN'T TEST COLLEGE MATH, JUST REALLY BASIC PRE-ALGEBRA AND STUFF but guys omg I had to ask my fiance what an integer was last week. I AM NOT READY TO BE TESTED ON BASIC PRE-ALGEBRA. AAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!!
........... anyway.
(This is not assisted by pretty much everyone in my whole life insisting that I am the smartest person on the planet or something. Stop trying to make me feel better, it is actually only giving me an inferiority complex. D:)
I'm thinking about just not going to class tomorrow and spending all day cramming. It's one quiz section and Hinduism; nothing due, no teachers who know my name/can tell me apart from the other students. But our papers might be getting handed back in quiz section tomorrow, and the lecture on the Bhagavad-Gita is on the schedule for Hinduism. And I love the Bhagavad-Gita. (Of course, this could be a good reason why I CAN skip - since I know it so well, etc.) So I should go. And I shouldn't go. And I should go.
*kri*
But okay. I am actually doing better at the quantitative analysis practice tests than I think I am. I've consistently been getting about 70-75% on them, which is actually pretty dang good. And my verbal scores are pretty bloody high - 85-95%, usually, which is CRAZYPANTS for verbal scores. And if I can just get something higher than like.... I don't know, 1150 or something, I'll probably be fine. I mean jiminy christmas, the program I'm applying to doesn't even care how OLD my GRE scores as long as I can prove I took the test. It's just about the LEAST IMPORTANT PART of the application. (They actually said this in the information session) I should be panicking over my third recommendation letter, or stressing over my personal statement, or SOMETHING.
AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!
OKAY HELLO, NOT-CRAZY-GRACE SPEAKING NOW. THANKS. HOW ARE YOU? I AM FINE. JUST REALLY FUCKIN FINE. EXCEPT I PROBABLY CANNOT AFFORD TO DISNEYWORLD ON MY HONEYMOON AND I AM REALLY SAD ABOUT THAT. OH WELL.
Josh made homemade chili today, and we ate it curled up on the couch with Daisy, who was snoring, while I quizzed both of us on GRE vocab. (Josh and me. Not Daisy.) I have a very smart boy who is very smart and knows a lot of words. Did you know that? Because I do. He is very smart. And makes marvelous chili.
I also ate what was probably my weight in various candies, the majority of which was probably tootsie-pops. Also cookies with chocolate in the middle. And I know a lot more words than I realized I did, and I know a lot more words now than I did this afternoon.
I'm stressed out enough that even the part of my brain which sits in the back of my head spitting out short story ideas has gone dormant. It usually goes into hyperdrive when I'm stressed, like some kind of built-in procrastination device, but it's been quiet for weeks.
Someday I will draw again. Someday I will write something that's not a research proposal. Someday I will read a book that isn't a textbook, or a study guide.
Today is not that day. Tomorrow isn't looking good either.