Argh

My research, methods, and design class will not be involving a full scare (ha ha ha...scale) research project like it normally would...in fact, the proposal has been bitten off into smaller individual pieces of projects. At first I felt like I was getting away with not doing the project--it felt like the perfect crime like stealing quarters from decorative fountains. However, each project has turned into 5+ pages of paper o' fun. My latest assignment has been the literature review which in the real world would take maybe a page and a half while encompassing two columns but noooooooo -- 8 freakin' pages. These stand alone things are not working.

I am liking how familiar I am getting with the APA. I'm still checking the manual for every little thing but I hope to become more confident as time progresses. It sure feels weird using APA again after the return of MLA from last block's English foray. I don't care too much for technical writing. It feels laborious and I don't get to use metaphors that I pull out of my arse. The only freedom I have is in the title and even then I have to throw in a colon to make it longer for kicks and giggles.

Negative Racial Cognitive Dissonance: Incorrigibility of Racism Characterized by Social Cognitive Dissonance Theory

How's that for spicy?

I have to admit that I have made fun of a fellow classmate from last block who did not know how to paraphrase but with all these different research papers I have been reading lately, everything is starting to blend together like a Jamba Juice but with the nasty added vitamins that taste like sand so I am hoping that I am putting my own thoughts down on paper. At least it's not like the PowerPoint presentations from another class where my colleagues actually read off every single word they have on their text laden slides...perhaps I am being too critical but I was under the impression that most people at this level have learned to do research and have given presentations in the past.

Also, one of my teachers referred to Central America as "the northern part of South America."

I had a dream about Lady the other night (stop giggling, you perverts). Apparently we were at her old middle school's stage performance of Indiana Jones and the Raiders of the Lost Ark.

Remember the lists of yestermonths?

#1 - I have discovered a new found sense of gratitude that has been spiritually invigorating.

#2 - I now possess my own copy of the DSM-IV-TR aka the Psychology Major's Bible aka the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders, Fourth Edition, Text Revision and like a pervert, I read about the sexual dysfunctions first. It sure will add credibility to my bookshelf right next to the Complete Idiot's Guide Psychology. How would you feel if your shrink had THAT book in his bookshelf when you came for a therapy session?

#3 - Once when I was in the restroom in between classes this block, the lights turned off on me because they were motion activated and I had been going number two for a long time. As I was finishing up, a guy walked into the restroom and the lights naturally turned on. I opened the door to my stall and walked out and washed my hands as he gave me the weirdest looks.

#4 - I've picked up an old GRE test manual...you know...for looking at it.

#5 - My new favorite TV show is Ace of Cakes.