tomorrow, tomorrow

I just read my D'land comments from Aug 30-- D'land doesn't tip you off when you get comments so you have to go look every time to see if anyone said anything, and I never think to do that. Why would I keep going back to my own diary? I know what I said. Anyway, I had a particularly heartening comment from Celynen. She says "If [the desired grad degree is] in the Humanities, I can tell you from being on an admitting committee that they won't care what your math GRE score was..." Whew! That makes my heart lighter. And my daughter, who knows me really well and is one of my most highly respected advisers on her own merits, tells me to not study the day before the exam, which is today. Hrm. I was going to ignore that bit and review math some more, and maybe take another practice test on the computer, just because I don't really get test anxiety but I have noticed that I forget what I've brushed up on if I don't keep brushing it up. (Perhaps I should review the writing part of the verbal, with special attention to run-on sentences.)

Celynen goes on to say, "You want to score high on verbal and analytical, and that shouldn't be a problem for you." Thank you! I have been consistently upbeat about the verbal part. The analytical, however.... well, that's one of the reasons I hate getting into political debates. I am just not good at thinking on my feet, analyzing what the other person said, and pulling cogent responses, complete with examples, out of my hat. And unlike some people, I particularly don't want to pull responses out of any portion of my anatomy. The good thing about the essays is that they allow 30 and 45 minutes respectively for writing, and there's no one blasting you with rhetoric while you're composing. I realize that as part of the analytical thinking you're supposed to try to pick holes in your own arguments, but I don't get all pissy with myself while I'm doing that. If I'm going to talk to myself, I am determined to maintain a polite discourse.

The day stretches ahead of me. I think I'll walk up to the library to drop off some books and to the grocery to get some milk. My car gets good gas mileage, and they are both extremely short trips, so the gas is really negligible, but the walk is an extremely good idea. Perhaps some straightening around the house- put up some of that Pennsic stuff. And maybe a long tub soak, murder mystery in hand. I think I'll just squinch in a teensy bit of review in between those activities, though. Just a litle.

just an old softie

I've got my music playing random music, though I've selected what might be rudely called "lite" music, 'cause I'm just in that mood right now. Anyway, I have to say that I think Johnny Mathis sings the ultimate in love songs. First it was Chances Are and a few songs later it was The Twelfth of Never (though I don't know in what order those songs were popular. I just heard them in that order today.) I swear, that man had the purest voice on the planet.

Geez, and after my comment yesterday about getting all misty eyed over something Mother said, you're going to think I've just gone completely 'round the bend- sunk completely up to my neck in old-fartdom- and will never listen to hot rock and roll or blues again.

Wrong.

Well, THAT'S a relief.

Gotta love that senstive Bush family. And Shrub says, "Out of the rubbles of Trent Lott's house -- he's lost his entire house -- there's going to be a fantastic house. And I'm looking forward to sitting on the porch. (Laughter.)" Hey, it's all good now, right?. source And you'll notice that the last quote came from the whitehouse.gov site, so you can't accuse me of spinning it. It spins just fine on its own, thank you. And Brownie's doing a hell of a job, so we can all go on about our business now.

You heard me. Get back to your lives and quit worrying about it.