"Oh MiMi, tell us some great studying techniques! Give us advice MiMi!"
Here's my own slice of advice for you:
-Find someone else who knows how to give great advice.
Truth be told, I'm blogging this while leaning against my bed-frame with a large glass of sweet tea on my left and my Psych book on my right. The only one I have touched is the sweet tea.
Well, I DID have chicken nuggets too, but my dog seemed to think that I was fat enough without that delicacy and snatched them up when I was in another room. The only way I can think of how he managed to eat seven nuggets without spilling the sauce, moving the container, OR getting crumbs all over my floor, was if he slurped them up like a milkshake.
One big processed chicken (not even chicken..) milkshake.
So, that was how I suddenly became unmotivated to even start studying, but oddly enough, I've had crazier stories. See, studying is like a nearly impossible task to do if you tend to think of twenty things at once. It's like the Tri-Wizard Tournament, extremely difficult and deadly to pretty much everyone except for that one kid (otherwise known as Cedric Digggory) who no one likes. You start with good intentions, but once you google something for that test, you're screwed. You could go from looking up how to rationilze a denominator to reading an article about a rumored Wicked movie adaption, which then leads to flinging your math homework in the air while standing on your bed belting out the lyrics to "Defying Gravity".
I have discovered that not only do I have bad balance, but I have super sensitive reflexes. Draco drew the short end of the straw and learned both of those first hand.
Story time? Why not! Because this blog entry is about distractions while studying and I'm obviously not going to get any studying done, neither is anyone reading this.
We were rehearsing a scene from our play, a very sexist play mind you, and I have to almost beat him up with my staff. To do so, I was standing on two chairs out together, a "bench", with my staff over my head. At this time, Draco is walking back and forth giving a monologue about how women are dogs compared to men, completely in to his character. Everything was going good until I started to lose my balance and wobbled off the bench rather embarrassed, my staff knocking me into head and me falling on the ground in just enough time for me to say my lines.
Jump back to the first scene Draco and I share, and we find a romantic exchange between our characters. Meaning, a kiss and other lovey-dovey crap. I managed the survive the first awkward kiss well, and was able to keep in character for several runs, but then my director suggested a "Persian Goodbye" and that's when the trouble truly began.
A Persian goodbye is a reference to Oklahoma, and is when a guy kisses down your arm "romantically". I forgot to mention to him that I was a rather ticklish person, so when he kissed the palm of my hand....I kind of...elbowed him in the face.
...hard.
We ended up practicing that specific action three times that night, and by the third time I was able to stay in character and not hurt him physically. But fortunately for the both of us, we laughed away the embarrassment (me) and pain (him) and carried on with our lives.
I personally don't know why Draco keeps up with me. The only thing that's going to result from this is more pain in the face, which I guess is why he always has the other end of the triangle to fall back on: the Cho Chang of the cast.
And that concludes our segment of "Draco, Cho and I", back to the original task at hand. Love triangles and chicken nuggets keep me from studying, what's your distraction?
-MiMi out.
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