Prepoceros

I’m trying to focus on the positive things about today. This afternoon we had a test in Latin. I almost didn’t rock it, but a few minutes of cramming in the parking lot ensured that conditional statements and deponent verbs were, in fact, rocked. Yay for at least one easy class.

After school I went to a coffee place because I knew I would get nothing done at home. I still had internet access, but there was no puppy to play with and I couldn’t watch YouTube. After getting the compulsive bits of newsreading procrastination out of the way, I worked on a Nutcracker Market post for a while, but the words weren’t coming out the way I wanted them to, and I couldn’t get it organized properly. It still needs revision, which is why you’re reading this post instead of that one.

After almost an hour of decent work (on the post), I suddenly lost all focus and didn’t regain it for the rest of the evening. This probably goes without saying, but I would like to be able to control my motivation and ability to concentrate. They seem to come and go with little warning, and though I’m sure there’s a reason each time it happens, I’m not usually conscious of it.

Again, blindingly obvious here, but I imagine the first step is to figure these reasons out. I ought to keep some sort of log of my focus levels and possible contributing factors: food, sleep, time of day, stress, location, yada yada. Why am I telling you this? I don’t know. This is the sort of “project” I used to embark upon as a child/teenager/aw heck, I still do it all the time: detailed, ambitious, and destined to fail or be forgotten about within twenty-four hours. But there is a germ of a good idea in it, no?

Hello, and welcome to my ramblespace, my brain dump, my sounding board when Sam’s asleep. Come in, sit down, and prepare to be bored out of your mind. Cookies and lemonade are on the table in the back; please help yourselves. No, I didn’t remember to bring napkins this time. Eat your free cookie and quit yer bitchin, geez.

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Linkage: If you’re in the mood for food porn, look no further than Chocolate and Zucchini. I’ve been reading C&Z for a couple years now, and Clotilde has never failed to bring the deliciousness. The descriptions! The recipes! The photos! This woman knows her way around a kitchen, folks.

Every time I read about another dish she’s whipped up out of nowhere from all that wonderful fresh food, I look at my sad little bowl of pasta (or worse, sack of tater tots), and I am ashamed. Le sigh.

My OTHER favorite thing about C&Z is getting to practice my French food-words, which constitute probably half of my passing acquaintance with the French language. I don’t really know any verbs, adjectives, or function words to go with them (except of course manger), but I can translate a shopping list like nobody’s business.

Tags: NaBloPoMo

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