Ah, YouTube

Who likes “Whose Line Is It Anyway?”

“I do, I do!”

Here are some great moments, in my opinion. Give me a break, I’ve been bored all week!

 

Colin moments:


0:28


2:34


1:39


3:24


5:20

 

Ryan moments:


2:03
5:55


0:42

 

Enjoy, Whose Line lovers!

Channeling J.J. Rousseau via a survey

Ah, what the hell. I’m bored.

Mark your confessions:
[   ] I’m afraid of silence
[   ] I Talk A LOT when I get really nervous.
[X] I am really ticklish.
[   ] I’m afraid of the dark.
[   ] I’m afraid of facing my back to open doors at night.
[   ] I can’t sleep in a room if the door is open
[   ] I am homosexual.
[   ] I believe in true love.
[   ] I’ve ran away from home
[X] I listen to political music
[   ] I collect comic books
[X] I shut others out when I’m sad.
[   ] I’ve stayed out all night.
[   ] I open up to others easily.
[X] I am keeping a secret from the world.
[   ] I watch the news (online)
[   ] I own over 5 rap CDs.
[   ] I love Disney movies.
[   ] I am a sucker for green eyes.
[X] I am a sucker for brown eyes.
[   ] I am a sucker for blue/grey eyes
[X] I don’t kill bugs
[X] I curse.
[   ] I have “x”s in my screen name.
[X] I’ve slipped and fallen in public.
[just in jest] I’ve slipped out a “lol” in a real conversation
[   ] I love Spam
[   ] I bake well.
[   ] I have worn pajamas to class.
[   ] I have owned something from Abercrombie.
[X] I want a better job
[   ] Talked on a phone for 6+ hours.
[   ] I love Dr. Phil.
[   ] I like multiple people
[just in jest] I am guilty of tYpInG lIkE tHiS.
[X] I am self-conscious.
[X] I love to laugh.
[   ] I have tried alcohol.
[   ] I drink alcohol on a regular basis.
[   ] I have tried a cigarette.
[   ] I have smoked a pack in one day.
[X] I loved Lord of the Flies.
[   ] I have cough drops when I’m not sick.
[   ] I can’t swallow pills.
[X] I have a lot of scars.
[   ] I can’t sleep if there is a spider in the room.
[X] I love chocolate.
[X] I bite my nails.
[X] I am not comfortable with being me.
[X] I play computer games when I’m bored.
[   ] Gotten lost in the city.
[X] Thought of suicide before.
[   ] Seen a shooting star…
[   ] Had a ménage a trios
[   ] Gone out in public in my pajamas
[   ] Have kissed someone really strange….
[   ] Hugged a stranger.
[   ] Been in a bloody fist fight with someone of a diff. sex.
[   ] Been in a fist fight.
[   ] Been arrested.
[X] Laughed and had some type of beverage come out of my nose.
[   ] Pushed all the buttons on an elevator.
[   ] Made out in an elevator.
[   ] Swore at Liberace.
[   ] Kicked a guy where it hurts on purpose
[   ] Been skydiving.
[   ] Been bungee jumping.
[X] Gotten stitches.
[   ] Drank a whole gallon of milk in one hour.
[   ] Bitten someone
[   ] Been to Niagara Falls.
[X] Gotten the chicken pox.
[   ] Crashed into a car (that magnificent parking job doesn’t count, Maggie!)
[   ] been to Japan.
[X] Ridden in a taxi.
[X] Shoplifted
[   ] Been fired.
[X] Had feelings for someone who didn’t have them back.
[X] Stole something from your job (two saltine crackers, give me a break!)
[   ] Gone on a blind date.
[X] Had a crush on a teacher/coach.
[   ] Celebrated Mardi Gras in New Orleans.
[X] Been to Europe.
[   ] Slept with a co-worker, and/or employee.
[X] Been married
[   ] Gotten divorced
[X] Saw someone/something dying.
[   ] Have a list of people you want to kill.
[X] Driven over 400 miles in one day.
[X] Been to Canada.
[X] Been on a plane.
[   ] Seen the Rocky Horror Picture Show.
[   ] Thrown up in a bar.
[   ] Eaten sushi.
[   ] Been snowboarding.
[X] Been ice skating
[X] Cried in public.
[   ] Walked purposely into traffic with your eyes closed.
[X] Liked someone even though you knew you shouldn’t have.
[X] Thought of someone a lot
[X] Hate(d) the world.
[X] Love someone who doesn’t realize it

My voice remains elusive

Well, we’re back. It’s midnight as I’m typing this and I’m tired, despite sleeping basically the whole bus ride there and the whole bus ride back.

I’d like to apologize to my bus-mates; I wish I’d been more animated and entertaining on the bus, but because I so rarely get sick that when I do get sick it really throws me. But what you saw was about as sick as I get, so I guess that’s a good thing. And apologies if I gave it to anyone else (especially Maggie, cause I think I gave it to you).

Sad.

But it was fun, especially Thursday night, holy crap.

What remains to be said

Matt, this is a blog for you. Actually, it’s kind of an explanation. After some contemplation on the subject (about four hours), I decided I would make this a blog. Please note that it is a preferred readers only blog, which means four people can see it, and Maggie and yourself (obviously) know what’s going on anyway, and the other two people will not intrude on this, if they even know what we’re talking about.

For the sake of my sanity, I felt the little rant I went on tonight needed to happen. I guess my powers of repression are not as good as I once thought they were. I haven’t been able to talk about the whole situation since it played out, with you or with anyone else, really, so if it sounded like an overdramatic emo-esque rant, that is the reason why. And I’m sorry I had to bring the whole thing up again. I’m just one of those people who needs to mull over things for quite some time before coming to a logical, well thought-out conclusion. Basically what I’m trying to say is that I said what I needed to say to you because a) I needed to say it and b) I thought you deserved to hear it.

Now to the more important part: I probably came across as sounding like I wasn’t sure if I wanted to associate with you anymore. If I did, I want you to know that is completely opposite of what I want. I want to stay friends with you, and I don’t want you to feel like you have to change anything or do anything different around me. I think we had a connection there for a while and I want to keep that. I want to be the friend that you go to first when you have any problems (I think we were to that point for a little bit and if so, I want to maintain that). I like talking with you. I like hanging out with you. I love taking you and Misty to the drag shows and I especially want to continue any form of dirty dancing at said drag shows because I think we both enjoy that a lot (at least I do, plus I don’t think inhibitions or hesitations brought on by extraneous circumstances should exist on the dance floor anyway).

I want things to be the same, if you’re comfortable with it and you think it’s possible.

And I can’t decide whether or not to keep this little bit of divulgence or delete it (I’m typing it up in the hotel, obviously), but I’ll probably keep it.

I hope you don’t mind me blogging this, either.

 

Okay, that’s all I’ve got.

Party all night!

Dear lord.

I’m writing this down sometime on the bus ride down to Boise. Everyone around me’s asleep and I’ve seemed to have woken up for some unknown reason. So here I go with the blog for yesterday/last night/this morning/right now.

What last night entailed:

~Numa Numa dancing
~Freaking out multiple people inhabiting Ridenbaugh (via Numa Numa dancing)
~Quite a bit of lip-synching to Kansas’ “Carry On Wayward Son”
~My spending a good hour on Flash that led to a good 15 seconds of total animation
~Running around shoeless/shirtless in Ridenbaugh
~Running around shoeless/shirtless outside in the rain
~Making fun of Matt’s snoring
~Holly carp
~George Washington hating Maggie’s music
~Yogi bear, bitch!
~Instant messaging gone wild!
~My love affair with a phonebook
~Giving said phonebook a lap dance or two (or three)
~This masterful work:


“Will you wuv me?”

~The beginnings of what I believe will be a weekend-long struggle with losing my voice

Oh my. That’s all I have to say. Did I miss anything?

Song alphabet! Cause I’m all about plugging my taste in music lately

I saw this on some forum somewhere and thought it was a good idea. So I went through all my songs on my iPod and picked out my favorite from each letter of the alphabet. Some were very difficult, as you will see in the honorable mentions.

And…go!

30 Second Song—Wizo
Another Postcard—The Barenaked Ladies
Back on the Chain Gang—The Pretenders
Call on Me (Radio Edit)—Eric Prydz
Disco Inferno—The Trammps
Everytime We Touch (Radio Mix)—Cascada
Frontier Psychiatrist—The Avalanches
Get Down Tonight—KC and the Sunshine Band
Hey Ya—Outkast
It’s My Life—Bon Jovi
Juliet—LMNT
Killer Queen—Queen
Life is a Highway—Rascal Flatts
Metro—The Vincent Black Shadow
Not Ready to Make Nice—Dixie Chicks
Odysee (Radio Mix)—Scarf!
Philosophia—The Guggenheim Grotto
Q (empty due to lack of ‘Q’-titled songs)
Radio Nowhere—Bruce Springsteen
Shake It—Metro Station
Take On Me—Aha
Uptown Girl—Billy Joel
Video Killed the Radio Star—The Buggles
Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go—Wham!
X (empty due to lack of ‘X’-titled songs)
Year 3000—Jonas Brothers
Zoot Suit Riot—Cherry Poppin’ Daddies

Honorable mentions:
The Bad Touch—Bloodhound Gang
Fidelity—Regina Spektor
Pieces of Me—Ashlee Simpson (no, I am not ashamed—I freaking love this song)
Satellites (US Mix)—September
SexyBack—Justin Timberlake

Wow…that’s pretty strange that I never repeated an artist. Oh well, I guess that accurately reflects my library as a whole—it’s rare for me to have more than one or two songs by a single artist (with several exceptions, of course).

Hope you likey!

You do this too, so I can see what songs you weirdos like.

I’ve been waiting years for this

Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you the statistically perfect pack of M&Ms!

How is it statistically perfect, you ask? Well, if you take a look at Mars’ website, you can find the percentage of all M&Ms that each color represents. 30% of all M&Ms are brown, red and yellow both make up 20%, and orange, green and blue each make up 10%. Therefore, in a bag of 23 M&Ms, we would have seven brown, five red, five yellow, two orange, two green, and two blue. For a perfect example of this, see above photo.

My day has just been made.

(And yes, I know this boosts my dork level to even higher levels; I don’t care!)

Oh my god, socks.

I think I have some serious problems here. OH! You know what we should do? We should remake Kelly’s “Shoes” music video only with socks and me. Kick butt idea, don’t you say?

Anyways, here’s my wish list for Christmas:
http://www.sock-dreams.com/_shop/pages/socks_detail_ProductID_733.php
(the pastel version to complement my already bold-striped ones)
http://www.sock-dreams.com/_shop/pages/socks_detail_ProductID_1028.php

http://www.ozonesocks.com/rc/product_detail.cgi?cat1=2&cat2=2&id=202c..%2Frc%2Fproduct_category.php%3Fcat1%3D2%26cat2%3D2%26page%3D0
(the turquoise style)
http://www.ozonesocks.com/rc/product_detail.cgi?cat1=2&cat2=3&id=76c..%2Frc%2Fproduct_category.php%3Fcat1%3D2%26cat2%3D3%26page%3D1
(the sky style)

And here are a bunch of sexy socks I thought would go good with my little corset/skirt outfit. I’m thinking I should get a pair, but I’m not sure which one. Which one do you like?
http://www.sock-dreams.com/_shop/pages/socks_detail_ProductID_945.php

http://www.sock-dreams.com/_shop/pages/socks_detail_ProductID_731.php

http://www.sock-dreams.com/_shop/pages/socks_detail_ProductID_450.php

http://www.sock-dreams.com/_shop/pages/socks_detail_ProductID_431.php

Apologies in advance, Maggie

Maggie, if I ever make plans with you and I show up two hours late, will you hate me forever? Cause you did in my dream and it was quite depressing.

I don’t remember much of the details of this particular dream, but I’ll try to lay out the basics for you. Here’s the scene: it’s winter, and to my knowledge in the dream I had previously made some plans with Maggie to meet her in the Ag Sci lab (where else?) at some time later in the afternoon. Well, I’m basically dinking around the entire day—I fool around in my dorm room, I go and make snowmen outside Wallace, I talk to a priest (???)—I carry on for hours on end before I realize—oh crap!—I need to meet Maggie and I’m at least two hours late. At this point I’m up in the computer lab in the Ag Sci, so I run down the stairs and see Maggie there, and she is pissed off! She starts screaming at me, “where the fuck have you been, I’ve been waiting here for two hours! What could possibly have taken you so long?” She then proceeds to give me a good slap across the face and then walked out. I stand there for a little while, rather dazed.

Then I go take a Spanish class from my Korean math teacher.

Don’t ask me to explain, because I have no idea.

And Maggie, I don’t think you ever have to worry about this situation ever occurring because it’s rare that I’m ever even five minutes late for anything.

Why don’t we call the letter “s” the colon? “:” does not accurately represent human anatomy!

Huttah! It’s survey time once again! Enjoy.

25 “deep” questions that will really tell you something about me.

1. What is more difficult for you, looking into someone’s eyes when you are telling someone how you feel, or looking into someone’s eyes when they are telling you how they feel?
I don’t find either very difficult, actually. I guess I’m more apprehensive looking into someone’s eyes when they’re telling me how they feel because I don’t want to make them uncomfortable

2. Think of the last time you were REALLY angry. WHY were you angry?
Oh-ho-ho…yeah. You really don’t want to know. Let’s just say I felt angry because I felt hurt and wronged.

3. You are on a flight from Honolulu to Chicago non-stop. There is a fire in the back of the plane. You have enough time to make ONE phone call. Who would you call?
My mom, of course. I don’t think I would call anyone else, anyway.

4. You are at the doctor’s office and she has just informed you that you have approximately one month to live. (A) Do you tell anyone/everyone you are going to die? (B) What do you do with your remaining days? (C) Would you be afraid?
a) Nah. I’ll do what I’d do, seemingly without justification. I’d explain all in my death note.
b) Get drunk, get high, and screw! Haha, not really. I really don’t know what I’d do. I’d continue blogging, of course. Write my memoirs! That’s a good one. Go skydiving, if there’s time to schedule it. Write a personal letter to several specific people telling them what I think of them (both good and bad, here) and mail it the last day I’m alive, do some basic stream-of-consciousness writing, just to see what happens…hmm. This requires lengthy thought.
c) probably on occasion. Not the whole month, though, certainly not.

5. You can have one of the following two things: trust/love. Which do you choose?
Ah, hell. You can’t have love without trust. When trust is broken, you can no longer love…or can you? Is it love or longing you feel? Is it want to go back to how things were, or is it longing for before you even got involved? Ah, shut up. Trust is more important. And here’s some good advice: don’t freaking break peoples’ trust.

6. You are walking down the street on your way to work. There is a dog drowning in the canal on the side of the street. Your boss has told you if you are late even once more, you are fired. Do you save the dog?
Of course I save the dog. I have compassion for all living things (except monkeys). Plus, I can always explain to my boss the circumstances. And if he doesn’t agree that it was a worthy reason for missing work, then why in the world am I working for him in the first place?

7. You are unfaithful to your spouse/significant other. Do you tell him/her. Why or why not?
I would NEVER be unfaithful. Never. End of story.

8. Your best friend confesses that he/she has feelings for you more then just friendship. What do you say?
I would thank them for their honesty, and tell them to be equally acceptable of my honesty when I then tell them thank you, but I’m not looking for a relationship at the moment. Of course, in the actual situation, the phrasing of this would be much more flustered/dumb-sounding due to my utter lack of social grace and skills.

9. Think of the last person who you knew that died. You have the chance to give them 1 hour of life back, but you have to give one year of your life. Do you do it?
Of course! My grandpa went from outwardly perfectly healthy to dead from cancer in less than a week’s time. He certainly deserves one more hour to say what he needed to but couldn’t say anyways. What’s a year to me, anyway? I’d probably waste it.

10. Are you the kind of friend that you would want to have as a friend?
I couldn’t stand myself as a friend. I don’t know how you people put up with me. Seriously.

11. Does love = sex?
No! Friends can love each other, right? I don’t see all of us dodging procreation nightly with all of our friends, now do I? …That would be amusing.

12. Your boss tells your co-worker that they have to let them go because of work shortage, and they are the newest employee. You have been there much longer. Your co-worker has a family to support and no other means of income. Do you go to your boss and offer to leave the company?
Well, this totally depends on the job. And my situation. There are way too many factors to consider, here. Do I have family to support? Do I have any other source of income? Who is the better employee, them or me? Too many factors.

13. When was the last time you told someone HONESTLY how you felt regardless of how difficult it was for you to say?
It’s been a looooong time. I probably should, but I can’t.

14. What would be harder for you to tell a friend: that you love them or that you do not love them back?
That I love them. Cause I know—I know—it would equal rejection. It’s just the way these things work for me.

15. What do you think would be the hardest thing for you to give up? Why would it be hard to lose?
The internet. How sad is that? I love this freaking place—’tis my home and haven, where I go when I’m bored/excited/looking for information/looking for surveys such as this one. It’s a huge part of my life, I am not ashamed!

16. Excluding romantic love, when was the last time you told someone you loved them? Who were they to you?
My mom; she’s my mom.

17. If you had to go back in time and change one thing, if you HAD to even if you have “no regrets” what would you change?
Intelligence. More of it. Sooner in life. Grad school by age 10 would’ve made me ecstatic.

18. Imagine. It is a dark night, you are alone, it is raining outside, you hear someone/something walking around outside your window. WHO do you wish was there with you to comfort you, to tell you its okay?
Eh, no one. That stuff doesn’t scare me. If it’s someone coming to rape and kill me, then it’s someone coming to rape and kill me.

19. Would you give a homeless person CPR if they were dying?
Once again, of course! Assuming said homeless person is not of the monkey variety, I have compassion for him. Though I would be hesitant based on the fear that I would be doing it wrong and harm them further.

20. Survey person left one of the questions blank. do you ignore it or add a question for the next person?
I usually ignore it, but on occasion I notice and I add the obligatory “please touch my butt?” question.

21. You are holding onto your grandmother’s hand and the hand of a newborn that you do not know as they hang over the edge of a cliff. You have to let one go to save the other. Who do you let fall to their death?
Um, do you know my grandmother? Do you know what she’s done to my family and me? I’m not going to answer this.

22. Are you old fashioned?
Yes, surprisingly. Some of my attitudes are rather old fashioned. And I often like to talk as if I came from the 1800s.

23. When was the last time you were nice to someone and did NOT expect anything in return for it?
Recently. I do this all the time. What good does it do a person to be nice when they’re always expecting something in return? All they’ll be is disappointed much of the time.

24. Which would you choose, true love with a guarantee of a broken heart, or never loved at all? Why?
Never loved at all. Because trying to reverse feelings that you’ve finally allowed to exist is very hard.

25. If you could do anything or wish anything, what would it be?
I would like to know as much as a person can know. I don’t know how much that is, but I know it’s more than I know now. Of course, I would be willing to work for it.

Nope, no drag related joke for this one

Ah, another drag show! What fun these things are, especially when we go to Denny’s afterward. Misty looked hot, Claude looked hot, and of course, Maggie looked super-hot.

Aneel, why didn’t you like my special dance?!

And the week of super-short blogs continues!

They approved my credits!!

Yay! I’m now up to my max of 25 for next semester.

Oh! Question: should I make a website for myself where I can put up all my crappy funny comics? Opinions are good.

Why are my blogs so short this week?

I really don’t have a good title for this one. There is no logical explanation, I just don’t.

Good advice: don’t combine opening your window on a really cold night, using a really warm blanket, and surfing eBay minutes before going to bed, unless you want really weird dreams.

So in this dream, I am part eBay item, part eBay seller. eBay has opened this live bidding thing where bidders and the seller can chat in a chat room about the specific item being bid on. I don’t quite know what item it was, but my little posse of supporters and I were constantly trying to boost the sale of said item and trying to refute claims that it was a lousy little thing, whatever it was. What made this dream more interesting was the fact that I was waking up about every half hour, either from being really cold from the window being open (keep in mind that I keep my window open all the time at night, whatever the temperature), or really warm from my overcompensating with a really warm blanket. It was weird cause each time it was like I paused the dream and could enter right back into it as soon as I went back asleep. Strange.

I don’t know if we ever sold it, though.

Stop. Schedule time.

Look at the symmetry. Just look at it. Isn’t that just the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen?

Yeah, even with the U of I’s crappy last-minute scheduling, I pulled this beautiful schedule. Hooray.

Blog 554: In Which Claudia Pretends to be Awesome

 (I’m hyped up on about 30 apple Jolly Ranchers at the moment (screw moderation!)—asking for forgiveness in advance)

A Survey I Want All of You Weirdos To Fill Out In Your Glorious Comments To This Blog
1. Claudia has a Flash project that is underway as this is being typed. It is a teaser/trailer for a possible upcoming Flash entitled, “Manifest Destiny: The Story of the Presidents.” Does this intrigue you?
[  ] Mightily!
[  ] Indeed!
[  ] Wait, what?
[  ] stfu u dont kno falsh lol!!!11

2. It is stated in the above question that this is either a “teaser,” meaning that the longer Flash stated in it will not be made, or a “trailer,” indicating that the longer Flash will be made, eventually. Which do you prefer?
[  ] Teaser. Claudia needs to focus on her schoolwork and 22+ credits next semester.
[  ] Trailer. Claudia needs to entertain her friends before they revolt and realize that all she’s good for is typing random surveys in her blogs and making them fill them out.
[  ] Ballroom dance!

3. The best-fitting definition of a “Claudia” is:
[  ] God
[  ] An appletini
[  ] A being of unsurpassable awesomeness
[  ] A being that uses C6H12O6 + 6O2  to make 6CO2, 6H20, and crazy-ass Flash animations

That is all. Please write on the top of your survey your student ID and favorite pair of underwear.

O forf ,u jsot ypfsu!

So I dyed my hair today.

No, no, don’t flip out—it’s very subtle, due to the darkness of my hair. Instead of it being solid black it is now broken up by chunks of understated fuchsia.

That’s a whacked-out word, isn’t it—fuchsia.

Okay, I’m done.

What the football game today entailed:

CANDY!
-My long-awaited hitting of double digits in marriages
-Me being Eric Strom’s pet (don’t ask)
-The discovery that it takes 226 licks to get to the center of one of those miniature Tootsie Pops
-At least 6 profoundly drunk sorority girls being dragged up the stairs by their not-so-profoundly-drunk friends
-The shocking discovery that our high school’s shy, bookish tuba player was standing shirtless at the game as the “O” in a line of fellow shirtless fraternity guys spelling out “IDAHO”
-Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la!

Waiter! There’s an e in my pi (thus meaning he brought me pie! Sweet!)

Question 1: Do you pronounce the word “route” as “rowt” or “root”?

Question 2 (much more important): So the main reason I’m so interested in psychometrics (aside from the awesomeness of item-analysis and such) is to improve how we measure and test for intelligence. I personally think that what we measure to determine “intelligence” does not account for a lot of important things—especially if we redefine intelligence (which I think we should) to relate more to actions and mental states that aim to advance the species (not in that way, you sickos!).
So on to the actual question, something I’ve been mulling over for a while now: is motivation a component of intelligence? I’m not asking if motivation brings about intelligence, I’m asking whether or not two people with equal IQs (let’s just use the IQ number as the definition of what we call intelligence today, just for simplicity’s sake) are actually of different intelligence if one is more motivated than the other. In other words, if we had one person with an IQ of 130 and another person with an IQ of 130, and one of them had little motivation and the other had a lot of motivation, would the one with more motivation be more “intelligent”? What do you all think?
Of course, there are other concepts than just motivation that should be considered when trying to create a new measure for intelligence. So how about you guys tell me what you think should constitute intelligence, so I can see how other people see this topic. Also, do you think such a concept as intelligence can be quantified?

Wee!

BIG sigh of relief

Ahem.

1½-year anniversary of my blogs today.

Be proud (or scared, one of the two).

Well, if September was the test of my emotional strength, October was the test of my mental and intellectual endurance. Every week had at least one test and one major project due; two weeks had two tests on the same day or two tests right after one another.

But I survived, with my 4.0 still intact (as of right now, with all my tests and projects graded and returned).

Do your worst, November!

What a drag

Despite the stares, the laughs, and the at least four instances of, “oh, I get it, you’re a guy!” (no…really, Einstein?), today was freaking awesome. I honestly didn’t think I’d be that comfortable in male clothing (and facial hair) outside of the drag shows, especially walking around campus. But I did feel comfortable, very comfortable.

Almost to a scary point, actually.

Yeah, it was a good day.

Turn on the TV and turn to channel 2. The first five words you hear shall be this blog’s title

Boredom!

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Haha, goodness

This is the funniest thing I’ve seen in a while. I don’t know about you, but I get a big kick out of people losing their rationality and getting angry over the silliest things, and this whole thing is just a huge overreaction. It gets funnier as he continues to lose. Don’t watch if excessive cursing offends you.

Skip to 1:17, when he starts the game.

“I’m Yogi Bear, bitch!”

Who’s ready for the GRE?!

Well I’m sure as heck not. That’s why I bought some flashcards and such today. Luckily, you can take it five times in a twelve-month span, so I think I’ll be okay.

Goal score: 1400+

Plus I have to take the subject test on psychology. Well, I don’t have to, but the colleges I want to go to recommend it. Crap.

BAH

So I had this really long blog today, all about how I’ve been feeling slighted by people lately, mostly in subtle yet noticeable ways. But I deleted it a) because I don’t feel I should subject you people to constant bitching like a large majority of bloggers do (despite this being my blog, allowing me to write whatever the heck I want), b) because it was basically this “acknowledge my hurt and feel sorry for me, oh ignorant masses” crap that, looking back on it when reading my blogs later on in the year, I probably wouldn’t be very proud of, and c) a lot of it really shouldn’t be said to spare some peoples’ feelings, despite the fact that I still need to get some things off my chest.

So perhaps there will be a private blog sometime in the future, when I get around to feeling as crappy as I did today. But perhaps not.

So there.

They do this to me on purpose, I swear

*insert loud, frustrated, utterly-surprised-at-incompetence screams here*

This freaking university. I am often surprised by their lack of competence, but today’s adventures took the cake.

I, being who I am, constantly check the class schedules on a daily basis to make sure nothing’s changed and that everything is still go for my schedule next semester. Up until this point, nothing has been dramatically changed on me. Note the “up until this point.”

So today, I nonchalantly check the class schedules during my little break between geography and philosophy, as I always do. But today, I noticed there was a difference—every single philosophy class’s times and days were switched around. Confused, I refreshed the page several times to make sure there wasn’t mistake. There wasn’t—the philosophy schedule had completely changed. Frantically, I check to see where these new time slots fit in with my previously secure schedule.

Now let’s pause here and reason for a moment. Suppose you’re head of the registrar’s office at a university and are in charge of scheduling time slots for classes. It would make sense, don’t you think, to schedule classes that may conflict for people who have double majors at different times than each other, right? An example of this would be people majoring in, say, microbiology and regular biology. So it would make sense, wouldn’t you say, to schedule psychology and philosophy classes, with a double major of psychology and philosophy being rather common, at different times, correct?

Apparently, this did not occur to whoever designed the new philosophy schedule. The two philosophy classes required for the minor (and thus the major) are scheduled at the exact same time as two psychology classes that are not offered at any other time. Brilliant move, U of I. Brilliant move. What also changed is the statistics schedule, but luckily, this changed for the better. At least, for the moment.

After doing some investigating, I discovered that this genius revision of the schedule so close to registration was due to the rather large mistake by the registrar’s office of putting up last spring’s schedule instead of the new one and assuming that all the departments would realize this and adjust—in due time, before the schedule became available to students—their classes accordingly.

No.

So after rambling on for about four too many paragraphs, the short message is this: recheck your schedules if you’ve already got them charted out, and don’t freaking trust this university.

That is all. I am angry.