Two down, two to go

     I had my second of four exams this morning: Theories of Personality. In truth, this class was more of the existential garbage which I hate. We were tested on eight or so men who were psychologists, most of them having rather philosophical or existential views; Fromm, Laing and Frankl, to name a few. The exam comprised of 80 multiple choice questions, 10 fill in the blank (which I hate) and ten definitions. I think I did okay on the MC and the definitions, but the fill in the blanks are so annoyingly ambiguous...there are several answers that make sense and fit, but only one specific one will actually be marked right, and of course synonyms are usually never good enough. I really don't mind though, because for this class the teacher gave us several marking options, and I chose to do the test and write the take-home which guarantees a C. And I'm okay with that. I have to be. Now I have a few days off to relax, and spend some of the Easter holiday with Matt.

     And I am mellow, and don't feel like writing any more right now. Tomorrow I am planning on finishing my room clean up, and reading more of Rumors. Now it's time for chocolate ice cream with Rolo syrup, yummmm.

     Thought I'd share a funny FML: Today, I discovered why my boyfriend was always so excited to spend the night at my place. Sex with my roommate. FML.

Crash and Burn

     Well I just finished my first exam, which is the hardest of them all. I wasn't sure if I was going to classify it as my hardest but now I definitely know it to be so! There is no way that anything could be harder than that.

     I don't know if I want to laugh or cry, or some creepy-hysterical combination of the two. Hmm probably the hysterical one. Allow me to fill you in: 75 multiple choice questions worth 70%; I knew a bit more than half and think I did okay with guessing the rest. Not bad right? WRONG! The next part was short answers, five questions worth a total of 30%. And I didn't know the answer to a single one.

     I'm really not kidding.

     One question asked something about how treatment of mental illness was improved and name the important figures in such transformation. Oh yah! I remember studying this! There was a list of people and they each contributed one thing. Um ... well one person ordered the patients to be released from their chains ... um, another person founded the York Retreat which was supposed to be a centre where the mentally insane were to be treated kindly. And then ... um ... someone said that mental illness does not equal criminality. Um ... 
     So I wrote that. Pretty much exactly that, literally leaving an underlined space where the names would go, so I could go back and fill it in if I remembered it later. (You have permission to laugh. I sure did when I was reviewing it: "you thought you'd remember?! Oh dear, Caitlyn...")

     I vaguely remember one of the questions to be about the discrepancies within the field of neocontemporary something-or-other. Um hmm yah forget it. It got so bad during the exam that I started to confuse who Skinner and Watson and Piaget were and what they did. And forget about the other randoms. Hull, Bartlett, possibly a Hall, definitely dozens of others ... I just had no clue.

     One of the other short answer questions asked what were the antecedents of Gestalt psychology? Hmm, well I remember that Gestalt psychology has to do with perception and all those optical illusions. And I remember reading about Functionalism before Gestalt. And I remember that someone named James had something to do with functionalism (I think? or was it Hull? or someone-else-whose-name-completely-escapes-me-right-now? Knowing my luck, effing-probably.) So I wrote "James developed functionalism, which was an antecedent to Gestalt Psychology". ...and that's it.

     Like, that's when I filled in my Scantron form, and got up, and left. FML.

Multitask Much?

     I was stumbling through the blog-o-sphere earlier today, reading some blog reviews for Mockingjay, comparing them with my recent review post. (By the way, mine is the best! Check it out: here) It seems that a lot of people like to share with the world their playlist they put on while reading.

     Hang a tick. Say what now? People listen to music while they read?

     How in the world can people concentrate? If I want to read on the bus, I can't listen to my music. I do have to keep my headphones in to drown out the mindless, brain numbing noises made by utterly dumb corpses polluting the earth (too angry?) ... If I'm trying to study, I can't have any noise. Even if I get caught up in a quick blurb online or in the paper or something, I can't help but tune everything else out.

     Does this make me strange? Am I the anomaly? Should I be able to listen to music while reading, and be able to pay attention to both? Or are other people the strange ones? Or are they perhaps not able to immerse themselves as fully in their novels as am I, and therefore are actually impeding their own reading pleasure?

     Thoughts/Comments/Questions?

The Infinite Question...

What do I do now?

     I am so frustrated; I don't want to do anything. Literally, I've been pondering this for the past hour or so. I have tons of things I could do, and not even all of them are chores. I don't want to watch TV or a movie, I don't want to play any video game, I don't want to read, I don't want to cook or eat, I don't want to quilt. I don't want to do the dishes or tidy my bedroom. Taxes, write a cover letter for my CV, look for jobs, colour, sudoku or crosswords, read school books. Nothing.

     I don't even want to sleep! Come on people, that's got to mean something!

     So I suppose I'll just vegetate. Yum.

Commercials

     Ahh yes, Geico. They have the most amazing commercials! My personal favourite is "does a former Drill Sergeant make a terrible therapist?". It's just too funny. I love the one about Elmer Fudd too (okay people, google the link yourself, I can't always do all the work for you....) Probably the best part about the commercials, as Holly pointed out last night, is that there are so many of them, this way you never get sick of them 'cause you're always seeing a different one. Plus the fact that they're so darned clever and entertaining I'd watch them out of my own free will!

     Though the commercials are just supposed to be a way to grab people's attention (which they do), I don't know if it would make me want to switch insurance companies ... I guess personally that isn't an issue, but it makes me wonder just how effective these commercials are.

     Which reminds me: election time is coming up. This means that everyone and their mother is campaigning. As I have previously mentioned I hate politics. Really a lot. I know enough to know that my views and beliefs fall in with the Liberals, but don't care much further than that (around election time I always do look into things to be sure I make an informed vote. But that's not the point right now). Their commercials are comical. I saw on TV shows (like One Tree Hill) that in the states they have commercials which are basically trying to discredit their opponent. I really thought that was either a joke, exaggerated, or just an American thing. Well apparently now we Canadians do the same thing. My opinion is if you can't get votes based on your platform, then you don't deserve them. Telling us that the other team cheated brings us back to the playground. Grow up already!

     Dammit for some reason now I have a craving for McDonalds. Mmmmm Big Mac....

Excitement? Destroyed.

     You know that feeling you have when you're waiting for something exciting? An e-mail or instant message from a crush? A phone call for a job interview? A date to ring the doorbell? Well, I'm sure that's how all you, my readers, have been feeling lately. Right? Because I have been slacking on blogging lately. I'm going to try hard and keep up with things.

     I ate too much goat cheese dip for dinner, and I have a headache, so all the posts I had planned for tonight will have to wait until tomorrow. [Except for one]...

     Actually I had that feeling today. Matt needs a new apartment (his current landlord wants to kick him out for not being able to pay rent ... it's a long story but basically he was let go from his job around Christmas without warning, and none of the jobs he's applied for or started working at have panned out. Plus, the rent being asked for the shithole he lives in now is outrageous). There's an amazing place four houses away from his current place (which is still a perfect location) that's a great price and comes with furniture, which he doesn't have, twice as much room as he has now, and more or less a private bathroom. Sounds great, right? Well he got the place! It's so perfect and I was on cloud nine when I found out! A real bed, more room to live in ... it's so exciting!

     Yah well, apparantly one of his potential rommates is allergic to cats, so Matt can't bring Pepper and Simba, so he won't move in. Except that I am very allergic to cats too, and they don't bother me. Plus, they don't even shed! Piss me right off the horse. Holly said it was okay for them to come live here, which I think is perfect :) I know Matt may be a bit lonely, but maybe he'll be okay to take Pepper. I'm going to arrange for the roommate to see Pepper and find out if he has a reaction to her. Damn people, won't even give it a chance.

    I really need to go to bed now. Remind me to tell you tomorrow about Geico commercials.