Rating my life?

This Is My Life, Rated
Life:	4.7
Mind:	4.4
Body:	6.1
Spirit:	6.4
Friends/Family:	2.3
Love:	0.8
Finance:	4.5
Take the Rate My Life Quiz

Woah. I didn't ace any of those.
Well, with love and finance I get it, really.
Why they joined friends with family I do not know. They're bloody different D<
I mean, friends score high, family not so high, for me.

Basically, the test is implying my life fails on the general scale.
Which I guess I knew, even though I did not let depression answer the questions.
At all. Quite the opposite. I'd've gotten a 0.1 for everything but friends if pessimism had let me.

Anyways. I'll retake it in three months. See if anything changed.
I'm aiming for a 7 or 8, at some point in my life D< There!

On a none related note~ This month passed really quickly. Lots happened. Not all good, but not a consistent down either. Quite sad it's over. Here's to a good next month =D ~raises her glass of blackberry juice~

xxx
The Gypsy

Three down, three to go

It didn't go so bad as I had expected it to...
BUT, I am extremely pissed at me wasting away a good 48 hours I could've used to reread the texts we had to do, instead of the research she apparently bluffed about, which never actually came in the exam. Bugger.

One "funny" thing happened though. I finished answering all the questions but one, for I could not for the world remember who the hell Emily Grierson was, or what she had done. I cramped up in the exam, and kinda gave up on answering that question.. Until, two minutes before the end, it asked the girl behind to remind me with her, and she turned out neither to be a novelist or a poet or anything... But a character in one of the short stories! xD I had a marvelous time laughing at myself after that.
After jotting down a quick paragraph, I handed in my paper, then got thanked by the girl who helped me out, because she hadn't even seen Emily's name in the question! So we helped each other out without really cheating, I mean, the question wasn't to who she was, at all. xD

Well, gotto dash.
Tired as hell.

xxx
The Gypsy

The Sea

I love the sea. It's the only thing of Egypt I'd miss if I went anywhere else.
Only /thing/. I'd miss plenty of people.
But the sea, that's something special. Like those people.
This morning, instead of trying to catch some sleep, I went out with two friends.
I should not have, I know. But I couldn't focus on studying anymore.
It was great.
We were as absolutely carefree as can be in the middle of an exam period.





And I was being absolutely crazy. :3 Specifically when driving was concerned xD
And I had cheesecake! Woohoo.




A bit more studying, then I'm turning in "early".


xxx
The Gypsy

Poetry.

I like the Waste Land.
Every time I read it, I discover new ideas, meanings, references, metaphors.
And according to my mood, it's like I read a new poem every single time.

I also like Emily Dickinson's poetry. :3
Like, foreals.
I never knew I was fond of any poetry but the metaphysical, where they depend mostly on intellect, and use far fetched ideas to persuade you.

Here come two short novels by Dickinson I read and fell in love with (when I should've been reading all about the American civil war. lol):

If I Can Stop
-----

IF I can stop one heart from breaking,
I shall not live in vain;
If I can ease one life the aching,
Or cool one pain,
Or help one fainting robin
Unto his nest again,
I shall not live in vain.

~*~*~

Hope is the Thing with Feathers
----

"Hope" is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops at all,

And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.

I've heard it in the chillest land
And on the strangest sea,
Yet never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.

~*~*~

Maybe I'll add more later?
Even if I seem to be hating upon the subject, I certainly do like a lot of the reading material.
If only that earned me marks. lol

xxx
The Gypsy

T. S. Eliot

Deserves a title to himself.
That man is pure genius. Seriously.
*luffs*
When I said he was a genius, pure and simple, a friend of mine raised her eyebrow.
Which is very true. He's nothing if not complex.
And so morbid xD
Don't look at me like that. lol. My taste is just different xD
I thought that my "most favourite" American poem ever would be and stay Poe's The Raven, but now there's so many things of Eliot I really like... Now I have lots of "most favourite" American works? xD

Anyways. Didn't study, obviously. xD
No, really, I didn't.
I got up only to find mum wanted me to go with her on umpteen errands.
Ended up going home with a new transformer (mine blew up two weeks ago o.o), a new shirt (yay), and a phone that looks like a bunch of grapes (o.o;; ).


I need to rest a while, then I'll seriously start taking studying seriously. *cough*

@ Johnny: Lies! I be not modest xD
Nor do I know anything much about those things I mentioned. I should pull myself together and get to know about them before Saturday though. lol
Jitters, yes. I got those. Too much of it.. D;

xxx
The Gypsy

Two down, four to go.

"Stapled shut, inside an outside world and I'm
Sealed in tight, bizarre but right at home
Claustrophobic, closing in and I'm
Catastrophic,
...
I am a world before I am a man
I was a creature before I could stand
I will remember before I forget.. before I forget that.."

Creative Writing Exam. So no pre-studying.
One of my favourite subjects.
Or it used to be. Ha, ha, double ha...
Catastrophically difficult exam.
When the papers were given out, there was a ripple of nervous laughter and giggling going to the class. Then twenty minutes of blank staring at the paper. Total shock.
Yay..

What's up next?
American Literature.
Which means memorizing American history, reading tons of poetry, short stories, and three novels, and researching about imagism, cubism, modernism and I don't know what else.
All this by Saturday.
~sighs~ I've done most of the reading, but know little to nothing about background or genres of literature or its authors. This exam especially is scaring me. Not my forte, and the professor promised us a mean exam.

Help?
Dx

Xxx
The Gypsy.

One down, five to go.

Exams have officially started. *rings some sort of Exam bell*
Three weeks of ickiness, stress, worry, either lack of appetite or too much of it, and plenty of headaches.
Funny thing is: seeing as these are my "last exams ever", I'm not complaining much. Maybe some day when I'm stressed out at my job I'll wish I just had exams every day.
Last exams ever are between quotation marks, seeing as I have no clue if I might not take up more classes at some point xP Right now I'm thinking a job first, think about what I want to do permanently later.

Anyways, novel exam went alright. The questions came really limited, so that even if you've got a lot to say about the novel itself, you can't say anything to the question. So not satisfied with either questions or my own answers, but at least if I do this much in every exam I'll have at least passed this term, which is as much as I can ask, really.

It smells really weird here right now. ~sniffs~
Not bad. But I can't place it.
~follows her nose~
Later!

xxx
The Gypsy