this isn't about
My mom made chocolate chip cookies earlier to take to my grandpa's "surprise" birthday party tonight, and left them on a platter covered in tin foil. Then she and my dad left. They smelled wonderful, and the two little bits of dough that I had stolen earlier weren't satisfying the desire. So I stole one. The trouble is, it was delicious. (Taft was) I could most definitely eat about six more.
I went swimming earlier, which felt wonderful, aside from the teeny tiny bugs that kept stinging or biting or something me. I didn't like it. Swimming was nice though, and now feeling clean and showered is good too.
Corrie and I made wonderful time getting home from Greenville last night. Picked up Sarah and found our way (eventually) to the RBC center for the Harvest Revival Something or Other. It was good all around, but David Crowder was wonderful, as always. It was also really cool to see the hundreds (thousands?) of people respond to the invitation and make their way down onto the once empty grey floor of the arena. Not gonna lie--I cried. Then we found our way (eventually) home and sat in the church parking lot indecisively discussing what to do with the rest of our evening. I proposed that we make pancakes, so we did. We definitely took a lot longer than your average person to make a batch of pancakes, but we did a great job and they were mostly very nice looking and tasting. Especially the ones with chocolate chips. Darn, that reminds me of the cookies...
I probably should be spending this time studying for my chemistry test that is on Tuesday. Class started Thursday, and despite the horribly early hour that it was, I stayed awake and payed attention and ultimately felt like I kind of knew what was going on. (it's amazing what a little incentive can do)
The class is going to require a good bit of work and time and probably a lack of social life for the next 5 weeks...but it's important to me, so I'm going to do what I have to do.
We get to use iclickers, which are basically electronic devices used to take in-class quizzes without using papers. Essentially, our professors are too lazy to grade things the old way. I just hope I don't get carried away in a Who Wants to be a Millionaire fastest-finger-question kind of mentality, and press the buttons before I even know what the question is. I like to press buttons. Push them even, and sometimes mash them, if necessary.
My grandpa got himself a new convertible. It's red, a 2008, and generally an extremely hot car. You know, the kind where you're like whoa, check that out! and then you get up next to it and discover an elderly gentleman driving it and you're like uh, darn. He deserves it though...I just hope no hot blonde chicks want to go for a ride in it with him.
I could never be a girl with a billion pairs of shoes. They are way too much trouble to break in and make comfortable, and by then, if you're one of those girls, you'll want a new pair anyway. If only the world was cleaner, and I could be barefoot everywhere.
If I get lost in thought about three times as much as I actually think about the task at hand, does that qualify as ADD? Or maybe it just makes me a daydreamer...
I'm going to go steal another cookie.
I went swimming earlier, which felt wonderful, aside from the teeny tiny bugs that kept stinging or biting or something me. I didn't like it. Swimming was nice though, and now feeling clean and showered is good too.
Corrie and I made wonderful time getting home from Greenville last night. Picked up Sarah and found our way (eventually) to the RBC center for the Harvest Revival Something or Other. It was good all around, but David Crowder was wonderful, as always. It was also really cool to see the hundreds (thousands?) of people respond to the invitation and make their way down onto the once empty grey floor of the arena. Not gonna lie--I cried. Then we found our way (eventually) home and sat in the church parking lot indecisively discussing what to do with the rest of our evening. I proposed that we make pancakes, so we did. We definitely took a lot longer than your average person to make a batch of pancakes, but we did a great job and they were mostly very nice looking and tasting. Especially the ones with chocolate chips. Darn, that reminds me of the cookies...
I probably should be spending this time studying for my chemistry test that is on Tuesday. Class started Thursday, and despite the horribly early hour that it was, I stayed awake and payed attention and ultimately felt like I kind of knew what was going on. (it's amazing what a little incentive can do)
The class is going to require a good bit of work and time and probably a lack of social life for the next 5 weeks...but it's important to me, so I'm going to do what I have to do.
We get to use iclickers, which are basically electronic devices used to take in-class quizzes without using papers. Essentially, our professors are too lazy to grade things the old way. I just hope I don't get carried away in a Who Wants to be a Millionaire fastest-finger-question kind of mentality, and press the buttons before I even know what the question is. I like to press buttons. Push them even, and sometimes mash them, if necessary.
My grandpa got himself a new convertible. It's red, a 2008, and generally an extremely hot car. You know, the kind where you're like whoa, check that out! and then you get up next to it and discover an elderly gentleman driving it and you're like uh, darn. He deserves it though...I just hope no hot blonde chicks want to go for a ride in it with him.
I could never be a girl with a billion pairs of shoes. They are way too much trouble to break in and make comfortable, and by then, if you're one of those girls, you'll want a new pair anyway. If only the world was cleaner, and I could be barefoot everywhere.
If I get lost in thought about three times as much as I actually think about the task at hand, does that qualify as ADD? Or maybe it just makes me a daydreamer...
I'm going to go steal another cookie.