I woke up this morning feeling good about the day. Maybe "good" is an overstatement, so let's say better then I did on Monday. This morning I enjoyed a good hour long game of badminton with Big Dan, drank Starbucks for lunch, and received my grades, which kicked ass. I barely made a C average in high school, but leave it to me to be getting a B+ average in a language I never learned to read in. I know, I sound like an ass, but it feels good after years of living in shame with bad grades. The worst part though? I still don't study. I am actually getting good grades and still not working for them (If Dr.Sylvia reads this she is going to kill me). The good thing about these grades is that it pushes me to put a little effort into my work so I can rub perfect grades in my fellow classmate's faces. Oh, and I made fajitas for dinner tonight, complete with all the fixin's and made the meat mixture from scratch, spices and all. Talk about a kick-ass Tuesday.
If you know me well, and you should hope that you do, you should know that I highlight as I read. I always carry a highlighter in my purse, and if I am reading I usually have it in my hand or at my side. I won't use just any color, I like to stick to the orange, red, yellow highlighters, you will never see my books highlighted with blue or green. I have a system for highlighting degrees of importance and relativity, and special markings for how deeply I relate to the words or if they could be used for something in the future. Sometimes I highlight things that I don't understand, or don't understand but know I should, but mostly I highlight the things I can relate to, sound advice, or lessons learned. Memoirs are my favorite because they usually have the most to highlight, but every now and then I find a piece of fiction that never even gives me the chance to re-cap my pen.
So, from now on (or until I forget), I am going to end each blog with something I have highlighted. I have a whole bookcase behind me, and I will be randomly picking the highlights.
Tonight's Highlight:
"She could tell that I was zipping up the sleeping bag of myself, and I could tell that she didn't really love me."
Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close, Jonathan Safran Foer
(Pink highlighter: thin line)
2 comments:
Congrats on the good grades! I'm very proud of you! I really like your new addition of the highlighted text.
i love that quote. that book rocks. the funny thing: i made fajitas last night too. wonder if we did it at the same time. probably both longing for home fried potatoes on the balcony, but settling on mexican, which could still remind you of cinquo de mayo if you're not careful. which i'm not. i feel exactly like when you came back from cali, took one look at me and said, "man, you have really missed me."
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