ACT XXI

Never put off until tomorrow what you can do the day after tomorrow.

- Mark Twain

I am so bad at Minesweeper. I put mines where I want them to be so the pattern will look nice instead of where I really know they are because I can count. (Anyone who has never played Minesweeper would be totally confused by that sentence.) I love playing it though, especially the expert level, because I know when I finally do beat it, it will be such an enormous occasion that somebody better be around to hug.

I was trying to think of a metaphor for that last thought, but all of mine were incomplete, so make your own! It can be a game inside our heads.

I went shopping today! I think Cody and I are going to have to move somewhere far far away from a Nordstroms because I swear that place is going to make us homeless (but well-dressed). I got a lovely plaid skirt that totally isn't my usual style but I fell in love with the dusty colors. I think I'll wear to the park on Wednesday when I go to study between my classes.

I just realized that because this is finals week, I won't ever be able to go lay down in my car or sit on the grass and get some sun on my shoulders and listen to the children laugh in the school yard right next to the park after this week. I treasure those afternoons and now they're almost gone! I'm sure Burbank has parks though, and probably one just as lovely.

This week is going to be insane. Here is my list of things to do:

- Study for finals
- Take finals
- Highlight sheet for the Sunday service
- Bulletin for the Sunday service
- Monthly Echoes publication
- Memorial bulletin

Somebody in the church died sometime this last weekend. My first reaction was not one of sympathy for the family, but "Great, one more thing I have to do this week!" Isn't that an awful attitude? I immediately scolded myself for thinking such things and apologized to the family in my mind, not because they could hear me, but I imagined that they could and I wanted to right it in my imagination. I swear I'm not crazy; I have an active imagination. Sure.


So today I have gone shopping, been at Adam's, helped Chels to make cookies, Photoshopped, made a playlist in Winamp, and played Minesweeper instead of studying. I just don't think I need to study and instead I just want to relax and easy my way into the lazy summer.

Bekah complimented my writing today. I never thought I was a good writer until Senior year when Mrs. Stempson said my prose analysis on the first party scene in The Great Gatsby was "a piece of heaven" and even since then, I've thought it was just that paper. Thank you for that compliment, Bekah. It made my day!

I sent Mrs. Ackermann a Mother's Day card and it wasn't until it was already in the mail that it occured to me how weird that might seem... it was more of a "thanks for doing such a great job raising Cody" rather than a "I love you, Mommy!" card, but still. Should I send Mr. Ackermann a Father's Day card to make things even? I think I'll get him this instead.

Here are some pictures I took at the beach and the flower fields yesterday on our Mother's Day excursion:








I think Mom had a good day. I wrote her a pseudo-haiku in the card I gave her and she started to cry a little. I thought the poem was crappy, but she liked it.

"Mothers are fonder than fathers of their children because they are more certain they are their own." - Aristotle

That made me laugh.

I shall get back to studying. Goodnight!

posted by Jess @ 9:42 PM