My possessions are breeding. Unfortunately, they are not breeding prettily like this butterfly.
Trying to pack, clean, and prepare to leave this place in just under a week, I am realizing that I need to take a vow of poverty. As the discoveries of lost earrings, piles of dust, and stray hangers drives me closer to pulling out all of my hair, What better time than now to completely ignore the chaos around me, and waste time participate in a vocabulary analysis? “TestYourVocab.com is part of an independent American-Brazilian research project to measure vocabulary sizes according to age and education, and particularly to compare native learning rates with foreign language classroom learning rates.”
I scored pretty well – 37, 200 – but as an English major and a writer, I’d BETTER have scored well, or all those student loans are for naught. The people creating the test are at Testyourvocab.com, and are looking for teens and kids to complete the test.
Surely there’s some piece of work you could be ignoring, to help them out?
It’s such a short test that you probably have more time to waste, er, spend. Howzabout a game of Knoword? This is a great game that has a lot in common with Jeopardy! in that it’s kind of backwards. You get word definitions, and the first letter of the correct word… and you have to quickly type it in. It’s a game of speed and recall, and will wind you up more and more tightly, the more correct words you get… because eventually you’ll either be stumped or screw up, and then the loud groaning will begin. It’s definitely a great way to sock away more words into your brainbox for a rainy day. After all, school is starting soon, right?
Yes. I had to say it out loud. School. Starting. Monday for my brother – his first year in college (Go, College Man, woot!), Tuesday for my sister, freshman year of high school (Go High School Girl, woot!) and Tuesday for my mom, and the two-year-old and the four year old nephewlets at her school. (Go Early Childhood Educators, woot!) The niecelet has another five weeks off before her last year of college – (Go Matriculating Senior, woot!) – and since all of these people (sans Mom) were a year old about a week ago, I feel incredibly old suddenly. Erg. Oh, well. A shout out to my school peeps: have a great year, guys!
Aaaand, that’s all from me. There’s a good chance that while my back has been turned, I’ve been gifted with another sixteen hangers and another stack of clothes. Next time I have a break, I’ll have to come back and play Fowl Words — or do a wordsearch, or…
Happy time wasting!
What fun with words! I was surprised that I only scored 35,900 on the vocab.
And I will agree with the others that that is a nice and tidy stack o’ boxes. Happy move!
I couldn’t stop myself from doing the vocabulary test. At first I was all, “This is easy!” Then I was like, “Oh.”
I should spend more time reading the dictionary.
I took the test, and got 32, 100. My SAT scores were pretty abysmal, too. Nonetheless, I was a fervent reader in high school and had hoped that the SAT scores would bear me out (but then spent much of my SAT prep time in a hypnopompic* state). “Ppppht to standardized tests!” says this sore loser.
I shall refrain from sending you anything new until you are settled into your new flat. Lost earrings are cause for celebration, but piles of dust are sternuatory**.
FSD
*Relating to the partially conscious state that precedes complete awakening from sleep.
**Causing sneezing.
I don’t actually even remember my SAT scores – I’m sure they were fairly horrible. I don’t test well; I didn’t really realize that this thing would give me a score and a breakdown of what it meant, either.
BTW: Remind me to tell you about the moths, Farida… talk about sternuatory.
I’m SO with you. Almost literally, if we were on the same continent. Planning the packing (can’t actually pack yet because we don’t have the final piece of information that says we’ve really sold this house,) wondering how we accumulated all of this useless stuff in the mere three-and-a-half years in this house, and distracting myself with totally useless pursuits. I should at least be KNITTING but I’m really just playing solitaire.
And stressing.
I’m just so excited that your house sold!!!!
I know from the stressing, though. I am getting NOTHING done that resembles work. Nothing. It is its own distress as well… vicious cycle, that…
I’m impressed with your tidy, efficiently taped boxes :)! Don’t envy the packing and moving and cleaning and organizing at all. My possessions continue to breed as well — totally out of control, in fact.
Good luck, happy trails to you . . .
I live with Mr. Organized, aka Tech Boy, but in his organized guise, he’s sort of scary…
School’s starting already? Nooooooooooo. It’s still August! The signs I see on the grammar and high school’s around here say September 6th and I’m hoping it stays August forever. Neverending summer.
Anyway, happy packing! I hope it goes swiftly and easily.
Oh, hon, school’s even starting here. Today’s the first day, in Stirling, at least…