AFTER BREAK UPDATE:
To be honest I actually had no idea my brain was so out of it. In fact, being unable to type or comprehend pretty much everything has never happened to me before, mainly because I've never made myself study that hard and intensely before. Again, being a procrastinator meant I was a crammer for pretty much all my school work. I do work very well under stress, but go for too long that way and my body's needs catch up with me. So now that my new goal of being super #1 student involve all this studying and new types of study habits I've never attempted, my brain was pretty much mind fucked.
I actually felt nauseous after I finally finished the chapter, but I believed that my ability to spell and type well would override all this. I forget the brain controls the fingers apparently. I did try. I swear I did. I managed to correct the errors I originally made in the title, but when I still could not convey to the fingers what I wanted them to press and in what order I pretty much gave up. Hopefully my body will get used to this new lifestyle soon.
Oh, I did attempt drawing something while playing my game....but my brain started to hurt again. So I apologize for the below sketch. I'm unsure if my right arm there is a syringe or a needle to fix my clearly over-sized pants....
The top sketch on that paper is actually one of my cats, Sachi, who seems to have this odd habit of sitting on the backs of any chair while someone either is in them or not. For future reference I have 2 cats. Sachi is my tiny, fluffy female. She a pro at looking painfully cute for her own devious purposes. Sonic is my "large", bumpy (the act of bumping onto everything in hopes for love and attention) boy. He's pretty much a pro at being really, really fucking loud until you can't take it anymore and give in to whatever the fuck he's begging for....food, attention, outdoors, attention, having the closed doors in the house open, attention, etc.
Speaking of cats.... I've also found that I am a kinesthetic/visual learner. So I learn really well with hands-on, seeing things like pictures, and doing something while I study. Since I don't want to walk around the house while reading, mainly because I'm sure my husband would walk in and give me strange looks on top of the ones I already get, I decided having a cat in my lap was a better choice. That way I could be actively petting it (sort of moving) while reading and taking notes on the material.
Now, I've allowed my cats into the office before, when doing something important, and every single time I fall for their cute fuzzy faces just long enough for them to take over the work area. I know my cats don't really want to be in my lap. Being in the lap translates to "Oh awesome, thanks for putting me closer to the desktop where you already have these great sheets of paper and books laid out for me to sprawl on." When my cat comes into the bedroom at night it's not to cuddle with me it's, "Sweet, you're body has provided just the springboard I need to access the windowsill." Rushing to greet me when I enter the house is not a display of missed affection it's, "Quickly! Before they shut the door and we can't dash out into the yard and eat grass like cows until we throw up!"
There are many more things that I've begun to learn mean something completely different with them. Coming in to the office to look cute on the floor is really a diversion to wait until I move and they can take the warmed chair. I've sketched them below because at the time I couldn't do anything else, and I was too much of a pansy to move them since they both looked so damn happy. Looking happy and cute I think is another sneaky way to fool you into feeling guilty if you plan on moving them. -_-
This post is getting long so I'll save my story from class today for a later date. I'm a bit worn out and have Statistics homework tomorrow, so an easy, brainless post on my cats and how cute and annoying they can be at the same time sounds pretty good. :)
PS.
Lol. I just went back to spell-check my post and automatically went to the top of the page and almost fixed all the errors from my earlier fail post. I stopped after thinking "Wait a minute, I typed this shit? I'm not that bad at spelling errors, what was I thinking??"
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