Day 348: Sleepless and restless

I picked up an LSAT study book on Sunday to go with the practice test and spent the last couple of nights studying on top of my other homework. Most of my friends have serious confidence in me. I say this in utter honesty: I'm fucked. That's all there is to it. I'm going to try anyway, because that's who I am, but I am so fucked that it's not even funny. I have started riding my bike to and from school. I took it out for an experimental run to the library on Sunday. Yesterday when I rode it to class my bookbag was so heavy that I tipped off the bike and took a header outside mine and Del's bedroom window. Sad. But I managed, and it helped loads. That bookbag is so heavy. As much as I appreciated dad's efforts, the book thing on the back is in no way adequate to actually handle my load of books. Such is life. I got my Dickens presentation out of the way. In retrospect, I was babbling so nervously that I'm not sure if I even stuck to my five minutes. My sense of time becomes awfully skewed when I'm nervous. But I am enjoying Oliver Twist. I worked two hours in the writing center, had a break, and then went to Latin. I think I'm okay at the tutoring. I got lucky the first few times and the writers I handled were okay, but everyone has to hit their millstone sometime, and I hit mine. I think we were equally frustrated with each other, but the boy's grasp of English was abominable. It always confuses me how people can speak well but cannot write well, since, for all intents and purposes, writing is an extension of speaking.

I read the entirety of the Merchant of Venice last night, and I have a crazy load of Latin tonight, on top of studying for the LSAT's some more - my primary focus being on the analytical reasoning sections rather than the reading comprehension sections - and then I couldn't sleep. I was totally bombed. It drove me buts. And I looked a bit zombie-ish today. But Shakespeare was fun, and it's a class I always enjoy, so that was good.

Yesterday I had lunch with Marty, and we talked. He has a place in town now, so we can hang out more. It turns out that he dislikes his roommates, so I told him that he can find a refuge with us if he likes. Today, BenTen and I had lunch with Dr. Tvordi and Dr. Harris, which was interesting. I don't think Harris was ready for exactly how weird we are. In class, apart from being chatty before class starts, I generally seem like a pleasant, open-minded, academically focused students.

I also received my book on Vlad the Impaler for my CJ class, which means that my reading burden this month, until the LSATs are done, is going to be pretty hellish. It seems as if there just aren't enough hours in the day. But for now, House is on. I shall count that as a study break and move on.

Day 348: Spatial non-integration

I am glad to report that my LSAT studying went much better tonight. I actually got questions right, and in good time as well. My main problem with test-taking in general is that I have to read the questions carefully. I've discovered that oftentimes some of the options in the answer set are right if I misread the question. It is a very bad sign, however, when the answer I come up with is not an option whatsoever. This won't fly during the test, but having other people around, and reading the problems aloud (and receiving many an exclamation of "who cares?!" from my roommates) helped as well. Being more awake helped as well, I think.

But still, it seems I lack some essential spatial skills that, up until now, I have managed to survive without. Always knew that sort of willful neglect would come back to bite me in the ass, as it were.

I wonder if allergies are going around because autumn is coming and the trees are falling apart and shedding like mad and flooding the air with things to irritate my nose. Del is suffering some pretty severe allergies, and I noticed that during Shakespeare today that Dr. Tvordi seemed to have a case of the sniffles as well. But today I woke up with a sore throat, and after I woke up from my nap I had a soar throat, and I've had a headache all day. It's really starting to annoy me.

I also should get to bed, because I work at eight tomorrow morning.

Baka.

I guess I should stop stressing so much.

And crushing on boys who are younger than me. Maybe it's just my rotten luck, but I like to think I speak from experience when I say those few months make a difference. After talking to Tvordi yesterday, I'm starting to wonder, however, if it's just people who give in to their addictive personalities who don't grow up.