oh, really?

Is it just me, or is it kind of cool to know that the experiments described in textbooks were done by professors that teach and research (or taught and researched) at your university? It’s not prideful in any sense, but it sort of makes everything a little more relevant, possibly because you have better access to these researchers who performed the research.

I mean, the community college I went to was a very good school, but it was unlikely that any of the professors did much contributing research; they were mainly lecturers. There were some that held positions at the school, but either taught at other nearby schools or did some sort of side project. Of the psychology professors that I had or known about, maybe one or two performed actual “research” but they were based at other schools.

I like reading about a particular experiment that was done in my textbook and recognizing at least one of the contributor’s last name, and beyond thinking “hey, that was my psychology/cognitive science professor!” I know that it’s possible that I could ask them about it and become more familiar with the research that they did.

In that way, it no longer becomes just an experiment you need to memorize for the upcoming midterms/finals. It no longer feels like some irrelevant study done somewhere at some university to which you can’t find very much information about except the publication itself —- and even that is too much work because it is often filled with so much indiscriminate jargon that you never knew existed.

So yeah —- it’s nice to know that there’s some connection to what is read in the endless pages of the textbook and the research!

Comments
This is the extent of studying at Geisel.
Haha, just kidding. I do get my work done but it’s SO boring, and I feel like every other student who holes themself up in some corner of the library and studies all day. It gets tiresome. This keeps me sane for those few moments to relish in a little bit of creativity, make someone smile, and do something productive.
I’m waiting until I get enough of these sticky notes so that I can post them all over campus or wherever I go. I’ve stuck a few some random places so far and some are no longer there. I’d like to think that it makes someone happy by seeing it, even if they crumple it up and throw it away afterwards.
When I was in high school, someone put a piece of paper with the quote “Don’t frown because you don’t know who is falling in love with your smile.” To this day, I remember it (and have kept the small slip of paper) because even the simple act of writing such a cliche quote can have a positive impact. It didn’t make me want to smile more with the hopes that someone was falling in love with my smile (take a moment to laugh at the absurdity), but it represented a small bit of hope somewhere with the intention just to brighten up someone’s day.
I hope that if anything, it does make one person smile while reading it, even if it’s to say “how stupid is that?” I have yet to see it fail.

This is the extent of studying at Geisel.

Haha, just kidding. I do get my work done but it’s SO boring, and I feel like every other student who holes themself up in some corner of the library and studies all day. It gets tiresome. This keeps me sane for those few moments to relish in a little bit of creativity, make someone smile, and do something productive.

I’m waiting until I get enough of these sticky notes so that I can post them all over campus or wherever I go. I’ve stuck a few some random places so far and some are no longer there. I’d like to think that it makes someone happy by seeing it, even if they crumple it up and throw it away afterwards.

When I was in high school, someone put a piece of paper with the quote “Don’t frown because you don’t know who is falling in love with your smile.” To this day, I remember it (and have kept the small slip of paper) because even the simple act of writing such a cliche quote can have a positive impact. It didn’t make me want to smile more with the hopes that someone was falling in love with my smile (take a moment to laugh at the absurdity), but it represented a small bit of hope somewhere with the intention just to brighten up someone’s day.

I hope that if anything, it does make one person smile while reading it, even if it’s to say “how stupid is that?” I have yet to see it fail.

Comments

First, I have to say that I am not being critical or passing any sort of judgment, but I really do not understand the logic behind this man’s (or any person who does similar) logic.

You can’t force beliefs onto someone. In fact, you can’t make anyone do anything, not even if you held a gun to their head and cocked it. Ultimately, they have that free will and they make any and all choices. It’s irrespective of the consequences; if someone chooses not to listen, they can have their head blown off. They can also choose to listen, and they may still have their head blown off. The point is that the choice is made by them alone … so preaching to a crowd of young students has good intentions, but the purpose is all wrong.

Instead, why not choose to dedicate your time to people who do care and who will appreciate your time and effort?

I walked out of the library and sat down for a minute to listen to this guy speak (or shout to a deaf crowd, I suppose). His message was basically good. He didn’t heckle people … I think that at the current stage, one must draw the crowd in such a manner to get any sort of attention. People are so glued to their iPods, iPhones (GUILTY), TVs, Laptops, etc. But no —- he meant well.

Above anything, I admire what he’s doing, if not for just the mere desire of wanting to do some good … those good intentions … because I think every one needs a little bit of spirituality. The way things are in this present age is NOT pleasant, and it would do everyone well if they just remembered a few key things.

Anyhow, off my soapbox.

OMG

My psychology professor is so cute. What’s wrong with me?

enlightenment … ?

Ever since I reasoned (myself into a corner) that there is no such thing as a soul mate with whom you would share eternity, I feel like I’ve been betrayed and that I can no longer trust anyone. It’s a double-edged sword … think about it, literally, a soul mate is someone your soul is connected to at all times. This doesn’t mean that when you are born, you are without a soul mate, and you eventually find that soul mate because you are ALWAYS with your soul; thus, your soul mate too will have to be the one that is always with you.

To further drive the point —- what makes us think that we would find a soul mate, an eternal piece of you or someone, that exists in the present moment? Most people would agree that a soul is some part of you that is unique, inexchangable, everlasting, etc. Does it make sense that you would only meet your soul for 100 years at most? 100 years out of eternity? Or that we would only have “conscious awareness” of our soul mate within this lifetime and not the next?

What about the people who never even find their “soul mate” in this lifetime?

I’ve figured out our true soul mate, but then it makes me wonder what the purpose of having someone is in our life. It makes no sense for me to agonize over this —- I don’t have the time or resources to waste even pondering it, yet it affects me. It has bothered me for days.

People change. Times change. Things change. All things are either regressing or progressing, but they move, and so how will I know that they will always move forward instead of falling back? We always seem so sure of our decisions but we hardly know anything; we make plans with the hopes that things will go as we plotted originally.

How do I move forward without this silly notion that someone is my soul mate? What are they, then, if not that? What cements them as an unmoving, unwaivering symbol in my life, one in which I can count on, if that binding is not there?

Is love enough?

One would think that love is the highest possible feeling achievable, but it’s not, because we red-blooded creatures are so careless with our love. We kick it around like a red ball and sometimes we put so much energy into each kick that we end up deflating it.

“ It is not a lack of love,
but a lack of friendship
that makes unhappy marriages ”
— Nietzsche

my karma must be shinier than mr. clean’s bald head

I’m very, very bad at forgetting little things.

I am notorious for leaving behind my USB flashdrive —- the thing I usually keep all my recent documents and personal information (like updated resumes and stuff). No matter what I do, I also seems to forget them at public computer stations because you either have to plug it into the back of the monitor or a computer that is to the side of where you sit in front of the monitor.

I’ve forgotten them numerous times at public libraries and it’s so frustrating. I turn in EVERYTHING I find at computer stations that was left by previous patrons. How come some people don’t have the decency to do this? Seriously, these USB flash drives are worth like $10 nowadays, what is on there is of more value than the actual thing itself. I once forgot my 8GB flash drive in the back of the monitor and no one brought it to the information desk … that time I cried for a good 30 minutes even though I knew it was my fault. It’s almost as bad as if someone stole it from your purse —- they KNOW it isn’t theirs, yet they take it.

Anyway, because that happened, I went and bought a smaller 2GB Sony white USB flash drive and tied a ton of ribbon to it, in hopes that it will help me remember because it stands out much better than a simple black one. I STILL FORGET IT. Seriously, it’s like FML and I think I should just stop using one because I’m so forgetful of it. Thankfully, I’ve gotten it back those several times by good people who turned it in.

Most of the time, it’s because I’m in a rush to get out of computer labs or that I save, print, retreive print outs and then forget that I never took it out from where it was plugged in. This was the same thing that happened when I was in the S&E library, even though it was sticking out like a sore thumb from the computer a foot away. I rushed out of there so quick that I didn’t even think twice that I saved my filed on it and had not unplugged it —- I forgot about it for THREE DAYS.

So you can imagine my turmoil last night when I realized I DIDN’T HAVE MY USB DRIVE IN MY BAG. I was literally crying angry tears because I couldn’t keep buying and losing flash drives! I might as well hand out all my personal information for everyone to have while I’m at it. It was sort of hard to wait until the library opened again at 10AM to check.

When I finally got a chance to check, it was no where in sight (from the computer I had last used). I went to the S&E library front desk —- they didn’t have it. I went to the library front desk —- they didn’t have it. I resigned myself to pity, it was my fault afterall. I decided to go back into the computer lab and use the same computer, and realized that there was a “lost diskette” box located near the printers in the same room. LO AND BEHOLD —- IT WAS THERE! It was probably sitting there for three days!

I printed out a sign, stole a thumbtack from the bulletin board (ok, maybe my karma isn’t that clean) and left it there for whoever was kind enough to put my USB drive in the box. I know it’s silly, but my faith in people is restored.

it’s insanity

Perhaps this supposed “bug” that everyone has been getting has finally caught me, because I really feel under the weather. It’s only consistent with the constant Facebook statuses that cry out “I’m sick! My body has a larger store of germs than normal! Beware!”

I have done nothing ‘right’ all day as I completely misread an email to my TA to catch another section —- somehow I ended up on the other side of campus. I was fortunate to have a partner in crime who was as clueless as I was, and together, we saved the world got to section in time for the lab portion.

As extra credit, I have the option to participate in experiments in the psychology building and it’s usually 1-3% of the overall grade. Most of the time, these are so worth it because 1) if you show up early enough in the quarter, experiments may not work and you can receive credit for doing nothing if the experimenters take pity or are embarrassed 2) they don’t usually last a full hour —- you receive one credit per hour in an experiment but they usually last an average of 30 minutes 3) 3% of a final grade is enough to boost you from an A- to an A, or A to the highly coveted A+.

Since this is technically my first quarter at the university, I’m not sure whether there are no available experiment times because all the students are signing up for them, or they are taking their sweet time setting up the experimenters and finding research assistants to help run the experiments with undergraduates. Over the summer, I was able to finish my 10 hours or so of extra credit experimental hours by the second week. I guess it’ll be more difficult this quarter —- I like to finish them early so they don’t interfere with my schedule later on.

I was able to snatch up an appointment time today in between classes, and I just found it hilarious that all the open times should be a Friday. I came into the department early and they let me start about 15 minutes early and I was done in 25 minutes. They were basically testing about memorization and plurals.

What I found interesting is that they shut you up in a room in front of a computer to complete the task. Who’s to say that the subjects aren’t just guessing at random and not really paying attention? Or that they don’t really perform the experiment, but just do whatever it takes to finish it? Are these factored into results? Obviously, data that is completely off would be excluded, but how do researchers know that the person purposely sabotaged results, or that they are just that bad?

It was so hard paying attention today that in the middle of the experiment, while words were flashing on the screen, I took out my lunch from my backpack and started eating crackers while I waited for the feedback portion. I had this eerie idea that I was being videotaped or something, but I’m sure they can’t do that without your permission (????????). Also to kill time, I repeated some of the words like Anna Ferris does when her character memorizes names, in that freaky gutteral voice , haha. Oliver. That was fun for like 1.5 minutes, and there was still so many words left.

Halfway through the feedback portion, they ask you to go and grab the experimenter and they do a little bit of debriefing. Turns out my correct percentage was 67%, and the experimenter congratulated me on doing well. First reaction: WHAT? She said that that was the highest percentage correct that they have yet so far … that’s like a D average. What kind of results are they getting? It seems like sort of a waste of time to experiment something that will eventually be inconclusive because an average of about 50% would be at chance, right? Half of the questions, people would be guessing the correct answer?

I just find that really silly.

Anyhow, it’s the weekend. I’m done looking at my psychology books or thinking about it or talking about it (probably not) —- so I hope everyone has a good weekend. :)

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Waking up on a Friday should not be different than any other day, but that’s a load of bull. It isn’t ANYTHING like waking up on a Monday, where you know that you’ve got a long week ahead of you, or on a Saturday, where you know you can afford to sleep another hour.
I’m not a morning person, but through repeated coercion out of sleep at 6-6:30am every morning, I can wake up without cursing that there was ever a “six-thirty-in-the-morning.” I naturally wake up at the same time every morning without an alarm, and it’s been that way for a while. It’s nice, until you find out that you probably should be waking up at 5-5:30am, an hour earlier, because your schedule is so hectic. These moments are saved especially for the term “FML.”
Isn’t it weird, too, that the mind can go in and out of consciousness? One minute, you’re asleep without the awareness of being asleep, and the next you’re awake and swearing. I can’t say that I’ve learned much about consciousness just yet in my Psychology of Consciousness class —- for the most part of the lectures, we’ve been looking at the history of how figures in the past regarded the heart and the brain as the seat of sensation. I’m curious as to how the professor would even approach this topic, granted that we only know the hows and not the whys when explaining how the human body works.

Miracles are for ignorant people who are ignorant of the process

But how long until we finally wake up and realize just how and why things really work? Descartes used to think animal spirits [refined blood] filled the cavaties of our brains and directed movement. Aristotle thought the seat of sensation was heart, the command center. We now know that it’s the brain; we know how some things work, but the rest is all a big question mark that we’re saving for future graduate students to experiment and scientists to research.
Falling back to the present day and time, waking up this morning was a (excusez-vous mon Français) bitch. I should be happy that it’s a Friday and I’ll get the much needed time away from textbooks, at least for a few hours, and be able to feast my eyes on other things. I really should be better at managing my time in the mornings, but then I ask —- who cares? It’s Friday.
I hate being passive-aggressive. I also hate being passive-aggressive and not doing anything about it. It’s like complaining about complaining; just shut the f*** up already. But there are so many things that IRK me and it makes no sense to say anything about them. However, I will ask, where is the love? Or would Aretha answer that better?
Anyhow, now that the weekend is near, time to finish off this week right! I’ve got lab and class today, and that’s it. After half a small cantaloupe, two oranges, and a peach for breakfast (before you call me a pig, that’s only 350 calories, about the same amount in just one regular sized muffin!) — I’d say I’m off to a good start.

Waking up on a Friday should not be different than any other day, but that’s a load of bull. It isn’t ANYTHING like waking up on a Monday, where you know that you’ve got a long week ahead of you, or on a Saturday, where you know you can afford to sleep another hour.

I’m not a morning person, but through repeated coercion out of sleep at 6-6:30am every morning, I can wake up without cursing that there was ever a “six-thirty-in-the-morning.” I naturally wake up at the same time every morning without an alarm, and it’s been that way for a while. It’s nice, until you find out that you probably should be waking up at 5-5:30am, an hour earlier, because your schedule is so hectic. These moments are saved especially for the term “FML.”

Isn’t it weird, too, that the mind can go in and out of consciousness? One minute, you’re asleep without the awareness of being asleep, and the next you’re awake and swearing. I can’t say that I’ve learned much about consciousness just yet in my Psychology of Consciousness class —- for the most part of the lectures, we’ve been looking at the history of how figures in the past regarded the heart and the brain as the seat of sensation. I’m curious as to how the professor would even approach this topic, granted that we only know the hows and not the whys when explaining how the human body works.

Miracles are for ignorant people who are ignorant of the process

But how long until we finally wake up and realize just how and why things really work? Descartes used to think animal spirits [refined blood] filled the cavaties of our brains and directed movement. Aristotle thought the seat of sensation was heart, the command center. We now know that it’s the brain; we know how some things work, but the rest is all a big question mark that we’re saving for future graduate students to experiment and scientists to research.

Falling back to the present day and time, waking up this morning was a (excusez-vous mon Français) bitch. I should be happy that it’s a Friday and I’ll get the much needed time away from textbooks, at least for a few hours, and be able to feast my eyes on other things. I really should be better at managing my time in the mornings, but then I ask —- who cares? It’s Friday.

I hate being passive-aggressive. I also hate being passive-aggressive and not doing anything about it. It’s like complaining about complaining; just shut the f*** up already. But there are so many things that IRK me and it makes no sense to say anything about them. However, I will ask, where is the love? Or would Aretha answer that better?

Anyhow, now that the weekend is near, time to finish off this week right! I’ve got lab and class today, and that’s it. After half a small cantaloupe, two oranges, and a peach for breakfast (before you call me a pig, that’s only 350 calories, about the same amount in just one regular sized muffin!) — I’d say I’m off to a good start.

cruel minds

For the life of me, I could not concentrate today for these reasons

  • I’m not getting enough sleep
  • I’m taking too many classes
  • I’m eating too many calories
  • I’m bored out of my mind
  • I’d rather facebook than study
  • Sensation & and Perception is a dry topic
  • I’m getting old and boring
  • I would rather be a lab rat
  • I’m not having too much fun
  • I miss that special somebody

Maybe I’m just scrambling for excuses. It probably has more to do with the fact that I have such a large (voluntary) workload for school and I’d just rather not do it. I guess what this means is that I need to factor in other activities to balance out the amount of time I spend studying each week (it’s only been one week!)

This may mean that I need to make more friends —- and sure, there’s no harm in that, right? I’m not antisocial, it’s quite the opposite, but to be honest in a soul baring way: there is not a lot of people I identify with, or at least I haven’t found them. I’m not even 100% with the bestest of friends. Is there something inherently wrong with me? Probably No. It’s just how I am. I don’t think a lot of people are comfortable dealing with me, and so I find it easy to spare people of my hot-and-cold nature.

But because I seek “balance” in life, I need to find that happy medium where I devote more of my time to activities outside of studying. I’m just so hard on myself that it’s difficult sometimes! Whether I just need to hang out with some people for one night or just go shopping, I better just do it quick before I burn myself out (again, it’s only been one week!) and perform worse.

This is my Fall 2009 schedule:

  1. PSYC 102 - Sensation and Perception
  2. PSYC 142 - Psychology of Consciousness
  3. PSYC 145 - Psychology of Language
  4. COGS101A - Sensation and Perception
  5. CHEM6B - General Chemistry II

… for a total of 20 units. To put in perspective, on a semester system, 12 units is considered “full-time” student status. That’s generally four three-unit classes in a fifteen week period. On a quarter system, 12 units is considered “full-time” as well, but instead it is three four-unit classes in a 10 week period. Generally, quarter systems are much more difficult because of the fast pace. Over Summer 2009, I took 20 units of classes —- but it was split. I took two four-unit courses in 5 weeks, which a normal person may take one more class in twice the time. So, theoretically, I took 20 units over the 10 week span of two Summer Sessions … and thus, I SHOULD be able to handle a 5 class load right?

Right and wrong, I guess, as during the summer sessions (though they were only 5 weeks per session) there was only a maximum of three topics to split my attention amongst. This time I have to split it 5-ways. True, I got lucky that one psychology class has an equivalent topic in cognitive science —- AND USES THE SAME BOOK —- so it’s sort of cheating that I need to learn the material once, but I am being tested twice. Also, they are in different orders of magnitude as far as difficulty goes.

So, the point I am getting at is why the HELL am I thinking that with my current schedule I could survive dedicating 6+ hours per week in the lab? I really have to discipline myself, because while I do believe I am biting off more than I can chew, I can’t afford to slouch because this is actually what I want. The professor that announced the research opportunity ‘interviewed’ me and emailed me back the very same day saying that I’d be a “great addition” to the lab. The position sounds definite, as she was willing to bring me in with a reduced load and train me for next quarter, but I still need to talk to the head of the department.

Sigh. I’m having a migraine just thinking about all of this and then thinking about all the time I am wasting typing this. I’m just so frustrated!

the many ways to project

So, today I have a meeting with a professor of mine who announced that there were research 199 opportunies available, which are basically special studies courses where you work in a particular lab and receive credit for it. Prior to the start of Fall Quarter here at my university, I had scrambled to email the handful of psychology labs that were looking for students to be enslaved help with current research in the lab. I can’t say I was too pleased by the responses (or lack thereof) because eventually nothing came to fruition and I was forced by my own desire to add a fifth class. Of course, at the thought of five classes —- most people show pity or see insanity. Honestly though, 20 units at an excellent research university can either be good or bad. The teachers may be so wrapped up in their requirement to produce outstanding research that they ignore the students, or so heartless oblivious to the struggles of the every day college student that they set their standards high.

But really, I’m not too interested in any one else. (Okay, you caught me. That’s a lie! I’m a psychology major!)

It’s just, I’m going into this meeting as if I would with a job interview or meeting the head of a corporation. I can’t help but feel as if I must project myself by vomiting up my merits and swallowing down the not-so-good difficulties. And why wouldn’t I have to do this? The professors knows nothing about me so far, and there were a handful of other students who are also looking to fight to the death be considered for the three spots available. I’m not necessarily hoping to impress her as I am to find more information about these opportunities, utilizing them, and learning from them. So in other words —- to make my resume look bad ass.

After my usual morning routine, I figure the best way to project myself is to practice. I hate sounding overbearing and exhaustive; I don’t know that fine line between sharing and bragging and I know that I’m a talker. Sit in a room with me, say hi, and you won’t get to leave for an hour. I just find it so silly and absurd, yet I can’t deny it’s necessity. You NEED to showcase yourself in positive light if you want any position. No one will hand it to you unless 1) your father is their boss 2) you’ve got a nice pair of legs 3) you went to high school with them and you didn’t make fun of them. I’m sure that many a bright student has crossed the thresholds of her office begging to be considered.

It follows that I should talk about myself (it was bound to happen) and why I am interested in this position. So, who am I? I’m really nothing. I’m not the intuitive, quick thinking student with success written on her forehead. I’m just a young psychology major with —- get this —- a big heart (or the ability to make peoples’ eyes roll). Some other things can include obsessed polka dot accessorizer, Siberian Husky lover, parenthesis abuser, high over-achiever, or even the less appealing qualities of being clumsy, annoying, or quietly intimidating (I wish). My desires are simple —- I want to finish school, get married, have babies, and develop a program that enhances children’s creative abilities all for a higher purpose. I don’t have any tricks up my sleeve, and I think that is the quality that would be the most useful out of anything that I could ever possibly do or say while sitting in the hot seat. Sure, the sincerity may not be the deciding factor as to whether or not I’m chosen, but I do believe quite firmly that things are arranged for one purpose or another (with options) and I will go far so long as I stick to my beliefs and stay grounded. Did I mention that I am an idealist?

And I feel “good” about myself, save the few instances of self-doubt and worry, because I know that there are things about me that are good and bad. If this research position is not something that I’m supposed to pursue, I’ll know it, instead of shining the light back down on myself and scrutinizing all the things that I did ‘wrong.” This may be one of the biggest mistakes that people make. I mean, just think, if you’ve ever sat through an interview and had to answer the question “What are your weakest points?” don’t you automatically want to say something lame like “I am a diligent worker and sometimes find it hard to know when to stop” or even “I care too much”? To be fair, that is a tough question to answer. I’m sure some interviewees have made the fatal mistake of using humor and have said something with the words beer or porn, but more often than not, I’m sure people will opt to choose something slightly negative but overall supposed to be insightful to their caring, compassionate nature.

See, I was so enthusiastic about this post that I eventually lost track of time and had to scurry on over to the meeting. Overall, it went well [I think] and I don’t have that dirty feeling like I sold myself for two bucks to buy a small soda and a cookie. I’m glad I got to learn more about the lab and it seems like even if the possibility of not being able to work in the lab for 10-12 hours per week, I may be able to land the 6 hour commitment for 2 units. Either way, there is a great possibility that I can just start training for the next quarters so that I won’t necessarily be at a disadvantage as a candidate later on.

Freud would say that I’m happy, or still angry at my mother. I could care less!

it’s all just a joke, right?

I couldn’t help it —- what first came to mind when I started this blog was high aspirations, quickly followed by the internal, one-sided conversation that reminded me that 1) nobody reads my blogs 2) I don’t have anything interesting to say, and even if I did 3) I don’t update consistently enough. Who am I kidding, anyway? In real life, you’d never find me expressing the thoughts that I intend to share here. These passing thoughts strictly stay in the confines of my mind for me to quietly smile at while sitting amidst other students in the Science & Engineering computer lab on campus.

I have yet to find anyone who consistently updated without some form of reinforcement, be it a comment scattered here or there (YAY SOMEONE IS READING) or two unique hits per day (MOVING UP!). Let’s face it —- we like to be heard. I am 99.9% sure that everyone who has ever owned a blog dreamed about a slew of followers or even becoming interesting enough to strike a book deal, quit your day job, and entertain the thought that they were a witty, talented writer.

I am sure I am following some form or another, also. I fit quite neatly into the group of new-blog-posters who write that they know no one is going to read their blog, they know that what they say isn’t really interesting, but they hope someone will and hope what they write will change one person’s life. Other categories include those who introduce themselves as interesting as they can as well as a plan-of-attack for their blog, those who jump right in to avoid the awkward first posts, and those who whine about one thing or another in a pseudo-witty sort of way (not without its share of profanity or neologisms). There are blogs for everything from cars to carpentry, with food, family, and fashion in between —- but why are these blogs interesting to us, especially when they belong to someone whom we do not know personally? What drives us to include these blogs into our RSS Feeds, bookmarked and stalked, imitated or hated?

Well, seriously, my name is Judy and I am a nobody. That’s really all you need to know about me. The more I go into detail about myself (which is inevitable, might I add, because I love to talk about myself) —- the it will make you generate some impression of me that is not true. And yes, you are correct if you already realize that you would do this anyway!

This blog is intended to be a collection of my musings on things that I learn, whether in living life or in my psychology courses, or it may just be a bunch of random things I find funny (which includes almost everything). Who knows, right?