9:28p.m. School Helps You Watch Television

So I have a terrible terrible final tomorrow. I’ve been studying a lot, or at least I’ve been trying to. So tonight I was taking a break and was watching a repeat of House because apparently repeats of House are my new addiction.

Anyway, at one point House asked the Team where fear was in the brain, and before Foreman answered I told him out loud “the central nucleus of the amygdala”. Right after I did, Foreman answered “the amygdala”. Now I actually understand much of the neurological terminology on the show. I guess this class was good for something.

9:16p.m. Uselessness

Bird in the Supermarket

I survived the short-answer half of my Physiological Psych test. Considering the fact that he gave us no real insight into what it would consist of, I’m pretty sure I did pretty well. Have a few essays to write for the second part by Friday… but I’m just relieved to be done with the first part.

So! As you might know, I’m a big fan of twitter. Today the guys at twitter were kind enough to offer me the username liz. When I first signed up a looong while ago, the username Liz was taken. However over the past several months the account has been dead, and they were nice enough to kill the account and offer it to me. This totally made my day (as silly as it is). So… go add me! Yay! :)

The new spiffy address is: http://twitter.com/liz/

4:03a.m. F*ck Statstics

My psych stats professor is easily the worst teacher I’ve ever seen.

It is going to be a very long and painful semester.

On the bright side there is an Apple press event tomorrow, and there is this fantastic Office clip out for the new season! Soooo! Excited! About! The! Office!

3:58a.m. I F*cking Miss College

I spent at least four hours today doing my graduate psych statistics homework. Three chapters of homework for the first week. He said most of it would be review. Well, I got an A+ in my undergrad stats class two years ago, and I’d say 97% of that shit was new. I even found my old notebook and textbook, and none of it was there. I spent three hours sitting in that class on Tuesday, and he didn’t teach a damn thing.

Graduate school sucks. I have no reason to get a masters, and I’m pretty sure I’ll never, ever be motivated enough to get into a PHD program. (However I was somehow motivated enough to do at least four hours worth of statistics homework blindly. What the heck is that about?)

I’m seriously starting to think that graduate school isn’t for me. However everyone around me now seems to think its what I should be doing.

I would much rather be watching Deadwood. If Deadwood were still on the air I think I’d choose to to do any kind of work involved with the show just to support it. How did I miss it when it was on the air? How the heck did it get canceled? It might just be the best show I’ve ever seen.

10:16p.m. The Impossible Has Occurred

I have officially completed my undergraduate education. Omg.

4:28a.m. Box Tops. The Adventure.

So yesterday I bought eleven 3-box packs of Kleenex, four 4-roll packs of Scott Toilet Tissue, and three boxes of cereal I don’t normally eat.

Why, you ask?

So I could have 40 Box Tops for Education. Each box top is worth a quarter of a point on my Introduction to Exceptional Children final, and you can earn up to ten points. I feel I should also point out that each box top is only worth ten cents, which means that I spent a whole bunch of money on paper goods for four dollars for a school. I would rather give my professor 40 dollars cash. Of course that would seem like bribery, so I suppose cutting out forty box tops will have to do.

What a pain in the butt.

9:19p.m. Cohesive Thoughts Are Not My Forte

But that shouldn’t stop me from posting, right?

• So last Thursday I won two awards at my school’s Psi Chi dinner. I won the Psi Chi National Service award, and the Dowling College Buck award for excellence. Fun stuff, fun stuff.

• My college career is nearing its end. This doesn’t mean I’m thinking about my term papers or finals yet, but I did finally order my class ring.

• I am presenting an experiment again this weekend, this time at the Hunter College NEURON conference in Manhattan. If i wasn’t so lazy I would link to it for you. Oh well.

• My school is having a “Clash of the Lions” hip-hop dance party in a couple of weeks. Or something. I guess I should mention that the lion is our school mascot. Anyway, I am seriously thinking of going, because after all, this is one of the last college events I’ll ever be able to go to. Or something.

• I have become nostalgic and have begun watching Daria from the beginning. Its amazing how I can remember so many of the jokes from so many years ago. Its just that good. I miss it.

• I finally got around to installing Adobe CS 3. I am rather impressed. Photoshop CS 3 final seems faster than the beta, and way, way faster than CS 2

• I am even more impressed with these CS 3 replacement icons.

11:48p.m. Next I’m Going to Forget My Own Name

This is a week for forgetting. Tuesday, I remembered that I had a midterm, but forgot I had to hand in a written assignment with it. Luckily I had time during the day to complete the assignment and handed in later in the day.

Today, I completely forgot I had to hand in a written assignment for my Newswriting & Reporting class. Luckily I had a pretty much finished copy in my notebook from the week before. Then right after I realized I forgot about the assignment, I also realized I had forgotten my books in another classroom.

I also forgot to call the school to see why I they haven’t confirmed my graduation status for May yet. Luckily I received a graduation packet in the mail today.

And as I type this, it seems I forgot to order my mom’s side-order for dinner. Luckily the restaurant forgot to bring half of mine, so they’re going to have to come back anyway.

8:47p.m. School. Its For Learning. About One Night Stands.

My Construction of Personal Identify (yes that is a class) professor is a fantastic woman. Talk about someone who really understands and embraces her craft. I wish I had taken classes with her before my senior year.

As you may have guessed, Construction of Personal Identify is a class that is all about how your identity is created. Its kind of like a Theories of Personality class on drugs. (Or maybe it is exactly like Theories of Personality and I just had a crummy professor. But anyway.) I’m going to have to write a term paper on well, myself. All of the major events in my life that I believe have impacted my identity, and all of the general concepts about myself that I hold to be true. As if I needed an excuse to be that vain. I’m thinking that I am going to have to preface my paper with something like “I’m going to try to be honest, so the rest of this paper is going to sound horribly self-absorbed. I just wanted to warn you.”

I already know most of the theory and experiments that my professor cites in lecture, but sometimes her spin is refreshing. I hope that if I end up becoming a professor, I have a style like hers. By style, I mean that she refers to sex whenever possible. Not in a lewd way, but in a silly and charming way.

Like how today she brought up how great anonymous one night stands can be. Oh silly professor!

5:38p.m. A Quick List About My Week

• This was my first week of class, so it has been busy.
• I’m taking a Psychology in Film class as my senior seminar. Its tougher than it sounds.
• The professor of my film class has a lisp.
• I was actually twenty minutes late for my film class this week. I was feeling sick after dinner, and couldn’t handle driving. So that was my professor with a lisp’s first impression of me. I’m a super late jerk.
• A kid from my fifth grade class is also in said class. He recognized me. Seriously.
• We had a current events quiz in my Newswriting (yes it is one word apparently) and Reporting class. I somehow got a perfect score. Although the professor did chide me for watching The Daily Show instead of reading a newspaper. What can I say? The news makes me sad. The Daily Show makes me laugh.
• Scary Lady (thats what her name is going to be) is in my Cognitive Psychology class. My professor asked for the meaning of “pay attention” and Scary Lady (maybe I should call her SL for short?) kept answering “it means to pay attention to one thing”. Scary.
• For the past few months I have been promising that I would present an experiment at the Eastern Psychological Association conference in Philadelphia in March. I just realized I’m now supposed to attend my cousin’s bridal shower, bachelorette party, and my grandfather’s 80th birthday party that same weekend. I am so screwed.
• Although it has nothing to do with psychology, I really love that USA network show “Psych”. Its so funny. It has the silliest premise, but I guess that is what makes it so funny. Yay for Psych!