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IBL 5

Oh - on Tuesday, I had my eye exam (remember the yellow goo?).  I picked out my glasses at CostCo and man did it take a long time to pick out a pair!   Actually, t just felt long, because my eyes were tired and I couldn't clearly see what I looked like anyway.  However, it was significantly less time than I normally take for a couple reasons. 1) I don't care what I look like anymore with glasses.  I don't even remember what I look like half the time now.  So, I didn't have a preference for how glasses fit on me.  I went more for comfort than anything.  BUT - there was this one pair that made me look like I came right out of a chemistry laboratory.  It was shiny with nice contours, and something just made me look like a scientist.  Me being the nerdy girl that I am, REALLY wanted those, but my family absolutely refused to see a chemist every day.  *sighs* Oh well...
2) CostCo is a little behind in fashions, I think?  The black plastic frames are the rage now and supposedly my complexion doesn't match that?  And I don't want big flashy jewels. But, yay! Costco didn't have many of those, so my sisters had fun picking out a pair for me.

There's one other Chinese person in my class, and she's a girl!  And she's ABC (want to make it clear, that means "American-born-Chinese), too!!  But... she's not my running partner... *sad*.  Mom says they didn't put us together, because that would be too much brainpower in one partnership.  Haha... probably.  For some reason, though, this is a hard lesson for me, and I can't seem to feel content about this situation.  My running partner seems like an active, life-loving, Caucasian, but it's just not the same as bonding with your "people".  It's NOT the skin color.  It's the cultural and societal differences that are easy to scale, but better left alone.  I'll get over it.  Mom says if my running partner (I'll call her AM on here, since those are her initials) is a non-Christian, this is my chance to witness to her.  If she IS a Christian, this program will be made a lot easier for the both of us!  I'm going to call her next week and discuss our work together, so that should be interesting.

I like Esserita's analogies, she has an awesome knack for connecting things you would never put together, like cookies and doing things for God: http://mindsmiscellaneous.blogspot.com/2012/07/to-smell-like-chocolate-chip-cookie.html .  You should go read it!

I just checked next week's homework and I have to read a whole book!  *wide eyes*  I haven't read a whole book in a short time in... probably... 6 years?! *gasp*  That's sad.  Aaannnddd... I have to take notes!  This is sad, but this also feels like a challenge.  Here I go, diving into "Mastery" by George Leonard.

"Intermission"

A list of things I want master in my life in no specific order (will increase as time passes):

  1. English 
  2. piano
  3. mathematics
  4. basketball
  5. Chinese
  6. violin
  7. writing
  8. swimming
  9. Latin
  10. guitar
  11. biology
  12. running
  13. public speaking
  14. roller-blading/ice-skating

Is that too many?  Who cares, I've got a long life ahead of me.  And no, I'm not being overly optimistic, because I'm rarely even optimistic (something I should alter in my personality).  [back to reading...]

And mother says I have to go to bed.

I don't think I'm doing enough longhand writing.  *sighs*  Time - the most precious resource... I wish i had more of it and energy to complement it.

~CJ

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