Bah. I’ve been forcing myself to study all evening but my brain refuses to cooperate with me. I’ve resigned myself to writing reviewers and hoping that maybe I’ll actually get around to memorizing them when I’m done. I’m a weird person–I can only memorize stuff that’s written in my own handwriting. That’s why I make my notebooks as neat as possible. If I think my handwriting is ugly I don’t feel like reading my notes. It consumes a lot of time but it’s worth it, and I get a pretty good notebook grade.
I did something really important and symbolic this afternoon: I had my hair cut. My long hair which remained untouched since last October is now shoulder-length. I know you’re probably wondering what’s so symbolic about getting a hair cut. Well for me, a hair cut means I want to make a certain significant change in my life. You know, shed the old me and make way for the new me. I’m not so sure what that certain change is–I decided to have it cut on impulse. Maybe something interesting will happen to me, and my deciding to cut my hair was a premonition of that interesting event. Or maybe I was just bored with my old hair.
Well. Back to my handwritten reviewers.
