Psychology Lies

I've come to the conclusion that psychology is a lie. Complete fabrication. In fact, psychologists would call it 'confabulation' if they ever realized what was going on. They just make things up, I swear.

Point-in-case: if called on in class, one can make up some answer and cite an experiment that may or may not support the argument, and it will be right. Doesn't even matter if the experiment is completely irrelevant to the topic. Any one will do, as long as you 'prove' your point.

Don't misunderstand me; I am majoring in Cognitive Science (aka psychology with other things attached). I love psychology, the mind-brain dilemma, the Freudian philosophies, perception, memory, biopsychology, etc. LOVE IT. I just think that some (probably most) psychologists are nutcases and really good liars. Wrong word. They are really good at finding patterns that may or may not actually exist.

It may seem like I'm confused on this issue. Psychologists are a bunch of liars and I love it. Um, no. It's just that when I take a psychology test, and I make up some answer because I have no idea, and then get full marks for it... something is wrong.

-j.cruz

Six Good Things

1. Getting the Ace of diamonds (HECK YES!)
2. Knowing I'm probably going to stay on-campus (WOOHOO!)
3. Home (YEA!)
4. Spring Break... is so close...
5. Water.
6. Knowing I have Good Things to post. :)
   

Holding On

I am. Really.

I think I've got my priorities in order:

• Orgo lab
• Orgo test
• Physics hw

Now, I could be entirely wrong. (And I probably am.) But, hopefully, this will be okay. I think I can live if I turn in a hw late. I haven't done it yet... I should be able to do this.

Cheater!

I know, I know!

So, I took my good things post and totally ruined it by putting my Happiness column there, but I was looking through the list and I couldn't help but notice that everything that was on there made me happy. For obvious reasons.

Anyway, the worst of the week is over. I still have all of next week to get through, but I think I can manage. Maybe.

Spring Break, here I come!

308 Good Things!

Catholicism. MOB. Rice. Transformers. Procrastination. Podcasts. Atomic Warfare. Spanish Poetry. TMNT. Former Presidents. Abnormality. Movies. Fitzpatrick. Crazy Logic. Stargazing. Ocean Waves. Defend Your Computer. Limericks. Someone's Dreams. Facebook. Words. Ballet. Peppermint Lights. Heat. "Sonrisa" Nerdy Jokes. Victorian Poetry. Turtles. R. Kelly. Marshmallows. Singing in Church. Crying. Scarves. Paul Franklin Dano. Liars and Lying. "Parapetia" Phononeology. Sandra Bullock. Risk. Pictures. Blank Pages. Plants. Plaid. Dysfunction. Fictional Prima Donnas. IPA. Adventures. Baseball. One. Polka Dots. Bubble Bobble! Fish Face!. Disney Anything. Snowglobes. Bandaids. Emoness. L-O-V-E. Dove Chocolate. Crocheting. Mascara. Dynamic Duos. Willy Week Jacks. Prospies. Trivial Pursuit. Vivid Imagery. Finger Knitting. Binder Clips. Gaim. New Clothes. Being Called By Name. Ballworld. Flute Language. Sparkly Things. Nintendo Wii. Music. Family. Beauty. Pets. "Azul" Fish. Pokemon. Coloring. Beads. Psychology. Confabulation. Learning Unix. Jackets. Markers. Zero. Saxophones. Saxophonists. Oversized Earrings. New Shoes. Peanuts. Pretty Pictures. Rolling Down Hills. Julia Roberts. Water. "H" Books. Art. Drugs. Limited Editions. Ducks. Kris Kimura. Thunderstorms. LOLcats. Fake Photoshop. Home. Carpet. Small Things. Alexander the Great. Laughing. Libraries. Bookstores. Dusty Attics. Light. Cherries. "WHEEler" Hugh Grant. Transcribing Conversations. Coffee shops. Tea. Food. Corners. Names. Getting Mail (or E-Mail). People. Smelling. Deep Structure. Posters. Mental States. Song and Dance. Soapboxes. Mexicanness. Pogo.com. Questions. Weirdos. Life. Handwriting. Bad Acting. Jewelry. Penguins. "Lurks" (Non)Appropriate Capitalization. Awkwardness. Wikipedia. Traveling. :) "Reloj" Quoting People/Movies/Books/Songs. Jazz Music. Ray Charles. Ninjas. Shoes, by Kelly. Language Not Linguistics. Inside Jokes. Greek Letters. Seafood. Lovers. Star Wars. Writing Implements. Christmas Lights. Clothes. Gumshoe. Messes. Soulmates. LifeMates. Lol Three. Eyes. Al Green. Uniqueness. Purses. Forgetting A Story's End. Consciousness. Elmo. "Reir" Fill In The _____. Blogging. Creativity. Chairs. Swimming. Oddities. "Flourish" Museums. Cheetos. Wandering. Throwing a Football. Fire. ! Reality. "Diamonte" Pondering Color. Monopoly. Desires. Gum. Fishing. Cold Weather. Typing. Making Someone Smile. Kisses. French fries. Rainy Days. Gricean Maxims. Sleeping. Kaleidoscopes. Biopsychology. God's Plan. Really Old Movies. Sand. Re-attempting Rollerblading. Eating. Hoarding. Playing A Musical Instrument. Talking. Beliefs. Giving Gifts. Rivers. Hugs. Wind. Beach. Breezes. Dancing. Superhuman Powers. Secrets. Edward Norton. Locks. Pirates. Having a Good Time. Working. Owls. Memory Foam. Sleep schedules. Reading. Non-normal Time Flow. Making Lists. Linear Objects. Stereoscopes. Naming Inanimate Objects. Close Friends. Silence. Dreams. Window Shopping. Musicals. Playing Dress-Up. Remembering. Webcomics. Dr. Pepper. Feline-ness. Adjectives. Driving. “R" Arguing. Learning. Breathing. Sunglasses. Ice Cream. Flowers. Pyramids. Small Children. Poetry. Good Smells. No Shoes. Sunlight. Fountains. Mr. Darcy. Love. Lemonade. Cows. The Odd Couple. Obviousity. Winking. Ideas. Walls. Relaxing. Quilts. Thunder. Sunsets. "Philanthropy" Sunrises. College Stories. Orange Juice. Parties. Stove Top Popped Popcorn. Two. Trees. People-Watching. Oceans. Obsessiveness. Sitting. Thinking. GOD. Salsa. Kool-Aid Guy. Growing Mold in Bottles. "J" Commercials. Paint. Keys. Pianos. Neologism. Febreeze. Cookies. Skirts. Funky Shoes. Cheese. Funky Glasses. Junk.

Ruby? Ruppee? Luby? Loopy?

No, really. Listen to the voice mail. This is MY phone. I don't even know for whom you're asking (cf. Title). If you've called this number, idk, 17 times now, Ruby-or-whatever hasn't called you back, AND I answered once to tell you not to call again, then maybe you've got the wrong number. Maybe.

Quit leaving messages. I know you've called. All you say is, " Hey [some name]. Call me. [your name]" I'd be better off not having a message at all. If I saw that I'd had 17 missed calls from some number, then I'd call that number back. I would, of course, be happier knowing who I was calling and why they called me, with heavy emphasis on why. LEAVE A MESSAGE WITH REAL CONTENT. I mean, I guess I'd understand why you'd tell someone to call you back and leave your name if they didn't have your number, but if you've already gone that far, just go ahead and say why you're calling. Not that difficult.

Rant finished.

Seven Good Things

1. !s
2. Boston's "More Than A Feeling"
3. Maybe getting a new house?
4. Oscar Owl and Finicky Felix, my $1-clearance owls
5. Squishable.com
6. Crazy Orgo teachers
7. Less-Common Common Renaming of Organic Molecules (LCCROM): , 1,3-dioxolane aka small owl
   

The Proustian insight is vindicated!

Yes, well.

The Proustian insight has been indeed vindicated, if this journal article is any reliable source. Then again, they did use an exclamation mark in their discussion section... How reliable could they possibly be? I mean, wdt? :P

Cancelled rehearsal for tonight. It would seem too difficult to block a five-person scene with only three people. Unfortunately.

I do get to finish my work, though. You can watch my progress; I'm marking through my finished tasks, as little as they number. :D

Hello, again.

Oh man, Oh man.

I have a presentation due tomorrow.

I HAVE NO ARTICLE ON WHICH TO PRESENT.

Olfaction and memory. Unfortunately for me, no significant research has progressed in this area, and the research done is mostly for mice. Humans are not mice. UNFORTUNATE.

I will get it done. B.S.ing may not be my strong suit, but, by golly, I will have something to present.

To-Do List:

• Fill Out Room Jack Form
• Finish Physics Lab
• Read Psyc Article
• Make PPt
• Rehearsal
• Read Other Psyc Article
• Do Orgo Lab/Report/Pre-Lab

Oh man.

J.Cruz

Mmm.

This would be why I'm awake right now.

And this.

And this.

But I'm not bitter. Really. I enjoy not having sleep because it ensures that I wake up in a timely manner. It helps that I continue to work late at night. No one is around to distract me AND no one is updating my webcomics or Facebooks (unless they are like me) AND I feel bad about not working. :D As strongly evidenced by my blogging. :/

-J.Cruz

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Nine Good Things

1. Going home
2. Making iTunes playlists with "Love" as the only parameter
3. finding owls all over my room
4. Getting a new house!
5. cutting up magazines
6. ScribeFire
7. Writing letters to my textbooks
8. Ignoring the fact I have four tests next week
9. SPRING BREAK IS TWO WEEKS AWAY
   

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Oh dear.

So, for the first time in ages I have to take derivatives. And find maxima. wtf.

Like, honestly, no real life applications. I want to be a neurologist. If it's really necessary, I'll hire someone to find the current from some charge that goes through some pipe in some amount of time. No, really. Someone who does it for a living, aka has a fancy computer to do it for them because heaven only knows that they take the time to manually draw out the graph, find the expression to best fit the data points, etc etc.

Also, what's with all the graphing? It's obvious that you, Mr. Physics-Textbook, already know the answer. Why must you pursue such frivolous ends by forcing me to handcraft two to three graphs for each of these charge, current, time problems. I think I got it the first time. No, really.

I mean, I liked taking derivatives... in high school. Haven't looked back since (except for that time freshman year.. wasn't that an oops..). And I understand that such mathematical complexities are necessary, it's just that anytime I'd need to take a derivative, I will have a computer program to do that for me. Make CompSci majors take derivatives. They seem to enjoy inflicting pain upon themselves as it is.

Anyway, the next time I personally need to use my long unused calculus skills to save the day, I'll also eat my shoe. And I'll buy you a cover. Deal?

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New Month, New Goals

So, it's February. Far too many r's in that word for my liking. No, seriously.

I have a test within the hour. I would study for it, and I have, but I'm too worried about the homework/lab/test thing I have going for tomorrow. Then I have to stop to think, "It won't matter in a hundred years." It doesn't make me feel any better, especially when worrying could, in fact, change the entire course of my life. Which, in turn, will lead to different choices causing a different life and different future for my self and those I'm attached to. Then I get very existentialistic.

Sneezing, by the way, does wonders for existentialism.

Ash Wednesday, aka the beginning of Lent, is, like, two days away. True fact. As a soldier of God (practicing Catholic), I will dutifully report to my station (church) to receive my mark (cross of ashes on my forehead) and my mission (abstinence, charity, productivity). There will probably be a sacrifice (Eucharist) and a reference to God (worldly possessions). Altogether, I think it will be suitable commencement to this 40-day deployment (Lenten season), indicative of its value, etc.