I have a test in Research Methods tomorrow, it's my first. I hate first tests because I never know quite what to expect, I usually overstudy, and then am bothered by the time I spent that I should have been working on other things.
Let me let you view a bit of this day.
Class from 9-12, a one hour break to do an assignment for my class from 1-2. A meeting with the dean at 2:30. Then I have to go to the library and complete my training for the National Institude of Health's Ethics course. Then I have two chapters to read for Research Methods, and tonight, I have our full dress rehersal for SING which opens - tomorrow! ... Busy busy!
Anyway, my daily activities are not what I intend this to be about. I was reading my first few entries here on diaryland and it threw me into a reflective stupor. When I look back on things, I generally do not focus on precise memories or particular instances. Looking back at my entries brought back some specific memories that were really emotion-producing. It reminded me how important some things are. I need to try to remember that. Living in the present, in emotion, is so difficult though, it's so much easier to be detached.
So I promised to tell about Valentine's Day, but again I'm low on time. Here's the short version: We wern't able to do what we had planned, which would have rocked, so we're going to do some of it anyway whenever I can make LaRae take me to Austin. Second, I got an embosser for my library! Now all of my books will have a seal saying "Ex Libris, Jordan LaBouff" Awesome!!!
Class ends, and so does this entry. (sidenote: Check out the new i-mood I put over on the "exits" section. It updates throughout the date when I tell it to, so if you're interested in my general feeling before you call me, look there.)
~J