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Day 922: Mind-bending
Jul. 10th, 2010 09:24 pmThursday was not so great. The MBE. I barely scraped up the minimum number of points by the skin of my teeth. I did worse on the second half than on the first, but that was because I was tired, and also because they were repaving the bloody street outside and we were all distracted by the scent of fresh tar and that sub-audible throb like when someone's playing too much bass in their car and you can't quite hear it but it rattles in your jaw and in your bones and you want to punch something.
I ended up staying up way too late catching all but the last two episodes of Kyle XY. In the end, the characters I liked most were Josh, Andi, Kyle (obviously), Declan, and Mark. I liked Amanda at first, but then she got annoying. Lori and Hillary reminded me why I hate high school. I wonder what it says about me (or mass media) that in any adventure story, the most likeable characters are the males or the ones like Andi who are tomboys and don't conform to the feminine stereotypes. Apparently even after a long day of mental stress I can't turn my brain off.
I dragged myself out of bed and to the law school on Friday morning...for no good reason, since MBE analysis is all online. I ran some errands and then dragged myself home. I was tired and disconsolate. I slept too much and then...I played the last episode of Kids Week Jeopardy, which felt like cheating because I've had years to learn the things those kids fought hard to know. I tatted. I talked to Angela and Ericka and John online and then...and then Cody called. We talked. I wandered around the streets in the dark, paranoid because I've misplaced my kunai and I like to go armed, but glad to have his voice.
It's a conundrum - I'd be safer on the streets because if I'm not on the phone I'm not distracted and no one can get the drop on me, but one time Cody's phone dropped its signal and I felt terrified and alone. Damn my ninja-bred paranoia.
My mother asked what Cody and I talk about. We usually have at least one martial arts segment. Also music. We talked plans for Cedar, and he told me funny stories from his mission. We talked about things like stress, achievement, getting things done. We talked about our best friends in college (his is Steven, mine is Ericka, and we are still best friends). Based on our conversation, it seems like Steven:Cody::Me:Ericka. Like...Steven always nagged Cody into getting things done, but Cody had a certain edge in the way of brilliance, spontaneity, and survival skills. Like me and Ericka. I was organized and hardworking, she was brilliant and inspiring. I think it's a sign that Cody and I complement each other. He made me promise to not burn midnight oil but to get some sleep, so I did.
I woke up this morning and talked to Angela, picked up the last volume of Kabuki, and then took the ego beating of a lifetime. As in...I checked all the questions I got wrong. I could tell the lecturer was getting tired, because explaining 200 questions isn't easy, but near the end his explanations got shorter and his disdain for wrong answers became more pronounced. Being told you're wrong a good 85 times in a row isn't good for anyone. But afterwards I ate food and read that last volume of Kabuki and...wow. Talk about breaking the fifth wall and being intellectual and amazing and...yeah. Sandman is the series I love, but Kabuki makes me think in ways Sandman never did. I love it. I always will.
And now...now I'm going to make something cute for my new baby nephew. Yeah. I have a baby nephew. I guess I count him and not my other nieces and nephews (some of whom are older than me) because his father was the closest thing to a real brother I had growing up. So there you go. Crocheting, here I come. I've been making lace for a while, but that project is aimless, so I'm going to do something unselfish for a while.
I don't know what I'm doing for Cody's birthday. He's already given me two presents, including one he made. I'll think of something, I'm sure.
Also, I'm going to get caught up on my smaller, daily writing exercises. Yeah. Mass productivity to make up for yesterday's total loss.
I ended up staying up way too late catching all but the last two episodes of Kyle XY. In the end, the characters I liked most were Josh, Andi, Kyle (obviously), Declan, and Mark. I liked Amanda at first, but then she got annoying. Lori and Hillary reminded me why I hate high school. I wonder what it says about me (or mass media) that in any adventure story, the most likeable characters are the males or the ones like Andi who are tomboys and don't conform to the feminine stereotypes. Apparently even after a long day of mental stress I can't turn my brain off.
I dragged myself out of bed and to the law school on Friday morning...for no good reason, since MBE analysis is all online. I ran some errands and then dragged myself home. I was tired and disconsolate. I slept too much and then...I played the last episode of Kids Week Jeopardy, which felt like cheating because I've had years to learn the things those kids fought hard to know. I tatted. I talked to Angela and Ericka and John online and then...and then Cody called. We talked. I wandered around the streets in the dark, paranoid because I've misplaced my kunai and I like to go armed, but glad to have his voice.
It's a conundrum - I'd be safer on the streets because if I'm not on the phone I'm not distracted and no one can get the drop on me, but one time Cody's phone dropped its signal and I felt terrified and alone. Damn my ninja-bred paranoia.
My mother asked what Cody and I talk about. We usually have at least one martial arts segment. Also music. We talked plans for Cedar, and he told me funny stories from his mission. We talked about things like stress, achievement, getting things done. We talked about our best friends in college (his is Steven, mine is Ericka, and we are still best friends). Based on our conversation, it seems like Steven:Cody::Me:Ericka. Like...Steven always nagged Cody into getting things done, but Cody had a certain edge in the way of brilliance, spontaneity, and survival skills. Like me and Ericka. I was organized and hardworking, she was brilliant and inspiring. I think it's a sign that Cody and I complement each other. He made me promise to not burn midnight oil but to get some sleep, so I did.
I woke up this morning and talked to Angela, picked up the last volume of Kabuki, and then took the ego beating of a lifetime. As in...I checked all the questions I got wrong. I could tell the lecturer was getting tired, because explaining 200 questions isn't easy, but near the end his explanations got shorter and his disdain for wrong answers became more pronounced. Being told you're wrong a good 85 times in a row isn't good for anyone. But afterwards I ate food and read that last volume of Kabuki and...wow. Talk about breaking the fifth wall and being intellectual and amazing and...yeah. Sandman is the series I love, but Kabuki makes me think in ways Sandman never did. I love it. I always will.
And now...now I'm going to make something cute for my new baby nephew. Yeah. I have a baby nephew. I guess I count him and not my other nieces and nephews (some of whom are older than me) because his father was the closest thing to a real brother I had growing up. So there you go. Crocheting, here I come. I've been making lace for a while, but that project is aimless, so I'm going to do something unselfish for a while.
I don't know what I'm doing for Cody's birthday. He's already given me two presents, including one he made. I'll think of something, I'm sure.
Also, I'm going to get caught up on my smaller, daily writing exercises. Yeah. Mass productivity to make up for yesterday's total loss.
