Dream Psychology So I started reading Freud. I mean, I have this idea that, as a "psychologist", I hsould have some knowledge of his writing. So I started with his book, Dream Pyschology. I'm through the first chapter, and it's... everything I expected from Freud. I don't really know what I think of it so far. Other than I'm pretty sure that my current dreams are more a product of the cough syrup with codine I'm taking at night, and less a product of some secret unfulfilled sexual desire. But that might be just me.
Yeah, still coughing. Did practically nothing this weekend, cause I felt like crap.
Dude. I love/hate spam subjects lines. I just got one that says (no joke) "Pregnancy and Sex link Established." Wow! Imagine the scientific breakthrough that brought this jewel of biological knowledge... and all this time, I thought it was something in the water.
ok... so I have a problem with this. While I will admit that having sex behind the wheel of a car is not a safe driving practice... the driver of the other car most likely *fell asleep* at the wheel. And veered out of his/her lane. Thus, the accident is not the fault of the couple (one of whom, the man, died during the accident), but of the other driver. Possibly, the accident could have been avoided if the couple were like, paying attention to the road instead of each other... nevertheless, fault lies with the other driver.
Just a note.... Sephen is not all about sex. Someone I recommended it too said it was, but i have compiled the statistics.... out of the 34 Sephen strips published to date, only 6 of them are about sex (implied or otherwise)... that's less than 1/5 of the comic... which is less than the sex content of say, Sinfest, or even *gasp* Mega Tokyo (if you don't count the dead piro days and stick man strips). Imagine that.
At least Sephen doesn't lust after 15 year old anime girls... *grin* She just uses her man for sex. Not unlike Tank Girl, hence another reason I compare Sephen to a combination of Tank Girl and Gundam Wing... You want something that's all about sex, watch Tank Girl. Oh yeah.
It's like the first time you got laid... and you looked up and said, "Daddy, are you sure this is right?"
~Tank Girl, talking to Jet (her sidekick)
I hate stupid, pointless assignments. That being said, I also hate stupid people. Especially ones that bug me when I'm having a bad day... and expect me to do their work for them. So there.
So, for the last two days, all I have done is homework (except for an hour or so last night when William came over and I hung out, and today when I grabbed a quick dinner at the Wesley). When I got to lab today at 3:30, I was not in the best of moods, having had two extremely long and, for the most part, unproductive. A heart-to-heart with my lab TA help my mood a little.... but then this guy, who has decided that I'm his lab partner, decided to bug the crap out of me. He wouldn't even read the frickin' lab, he kept asking me what he was supposed to do.... then he wouldn't think about how to solve the problem, and wanted to copy my code... and after the lab TA explicitly told him he couldn't just copy, he needed to work it out for himself, he still bugged me until the TA and I showed him how to modify his code to make it work.... But he was still an ass. And he still pissed me off. But *ha*ha*.... I almost finished my lab, and he didn't get halfway done. So there.
Speaking of asses.... I hate it when people assume the know things about my personal life. They find out Chad was here last weekend, and they asuume that all kind of crap went on, and they feel obligated to ask me about it and say stupid things like, Did you have *fun*? Did you get rugburn on your knees? Do you like to take it up the ass? etc, etc... ad nasuem. People assume that just because Chad and I are dating, certain things happen in our relationship.... and they also assume that our relationship is somehow their business. Ok, everyone, I know this may be a suprise to you... anything that happens between me and Chad stays just that.... between me and Chad. And our God. Not between you and me, or you and your deity, or you and your friends, or you and your imagination. Not that anyone that regularly reads my blog has been a problem.... but just in case the thought ever occured to you, don't ask. Grr.
But dinner at the Wesley was nice. Everyone is worried about my lung problems... everyone's being so nice. Hopefully, Myra (my nurse practitioner) will figure out something to do... this inhaler thingy isn't helping a lot. But i go back to her tomorrow. Damn bats.
And now I do more homework... and more homework... and tomorrow, I will do still more homework. And next semester, I will have buttloads of homework.... but only one lab (yay!!). Note: Never take three labs. You will die. Or wish you had.
I think I'm going to cut (guys read: trim) my hair this weekend. And maybe highlight it some more. We'll see. And I might buy Memento, if I can figure out if Chad has it or not... I dreamed about Guy Pierce last night.... it was odd.
This is my brain..... in part, at least.
