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I wish I had an animal

When I was in Wellington I got to see how much more blind the family dog had gone.  He followed me into a room and was hanging out with me, then my Mum called to him and he whipped around and ran full tit into the wall next to the door way.  Then he recovered and turn the wrong way (still inside the room) and looked confused.  I didn't know whether to laugh or cry.  I felt sad, but it was also really, really amusing.  I laughed a little bit after consoling him.  But not until he left the room.  Do dogs get embarrassed?

hurr

Ah so, I have this Psych essay due next week, and I have absolutely no idea what it's about.  Skipping
Psych lectures seemed like a really good idea right, because the lecturer just reads straight out of the book and she is boring as hell, and the damn internet connection in the lecture theatre is so, so weak ... But now.  Shit.

I hope this happens to other people.

Also, I need a haircut.

And here's a picture of my first meeting with my god something else, not god-daughter

Her name is Lily, and she is pretty cute.  For a baby.

She loved me because I fed her.  The night after, she drooled all over me and cried a fair bit.  Oh well. 

(If I look uncomfortable it's because I am.  My theory is that my puny arms aren't padded enough for babies to ever be comfortable in them.)

Nostalgia

My ma made these amazing Golden Syrup loaves when we were younger and tonight I was craving some, so I found a recipe and I'm making one.  It doesn't look as good as the ones she used to make.  But only the taste test will tell.

Couldn't be more of a babe if he tried

Actually, he could probably grow his beard back and out-babe himself

This dog

+ Brendan + my bike x 2 = Sweet as.

It's weird how I'm always a bit uncomfortable taking my bike out when it's not 100% as awesome as it could be. That's how I've been feeling 'bout my new ride anyway. Just a few little bits and pieces need fixing up. That's all.

Asylum Criterium

Photo courtesy of Seb Bell

Yay!

Click through.

I seriously overstudied

And the lecturer made that test seem way more daunting than it actually was. Not gonna say I aced it, but I reckon I definitely passed.

Clearly elated.

This guy says it's time to sleep

He's right you know ... he's right.

Also, this

Fans cool on Rugby World Cup song

I thought they meant Right Here, Right Now by Fatboy Slim. I don't know which would be worst, but you can't really rave to Jesus Jones.

The 90s fucking ruled.

Front page news

Ricky Martin confirms he's gay

Stuff, you are so quaint with your heteronormativity. Love you, Ricky.

There is an upside to this

Don't recommend this book

Although it does have some sweet pics of brains

And this guy - René Descartes. There is a sweet as story about him at the beginning of the book - talks about how he was a depressed teenager and went to some park and saw some bronze statues come to life. Buzzy as.

I came to a conclusion that to be an awesome psychologist you have to have a beard. Then I realized to be an awesome anything you have to have a beard.

This guy wins "Beard of the Book" though.

I just put this guy in because he has death eyes.

This guy reminds me of a less wrinkly Rob Schneider.

And this is hilarious because it's just a really shit drawing instead of a photo. It looks like his face is melting off. This is B.F Skinner, by the way. He's the main dude behind Operant Conditioning.

I suppose I should actually read the book now, instead of taking photos of it.

This handpuppet is probably my "sweet as buy of the year"

It really has brought me endless amounts of joy.

New

Nothing fancy this time. Shout out to my infamous web stalkers, you will be sorely disappointed.

The title says new, the blog is new, the year is new, the attitude is new. I'm trying to be more organized. For instance, I had organized to spend my day as such - Visit Studylink for a "Partners Application Form" (turns out that I should be getting more money for being in a relationship, fancy that.) Upon returning home, I was to spend the rest of the day cramming my brain full of facts about .. well, brains. And neurons. And correlation studies. And variables. And other Psych crap. I am infinitely grateful that I decided against doing Psychology as my major. Amongst the many, many things I hate in this world research and anything remotely scientific is up there. I got 11% in School C Science. I used the whole booklet writing funny anecdotes to my Science teacher Mr Muir - he wasn't even marking it! He let us make vodka out of potatoes. Which makes my horrendous mark understandable. Anyway. So that was the plan. Studylink, then home to study.

I have instead, spent my time in other ways. I did the washing. I made my bed. I played guitar. I even started playing fucking Farmville on Facebook. Why?! Because it's just so fucking boring. Not remotely difficult. Just. Boring. I don't care which parts of the brain do what, as long as my parts are functioning OK. I don't care about action potentials, although reading the description of axons firing and neurotransmitter substances being released did make me laugh because apparently I have the mind of a 15 year old boy. Most of all, I don't care that the independent variable can be manipulated, and the dependent variable can be measured. I just don't. It means nothing to me.

Fortunately, after spending hours procrastinating, I realized that tomorrow is Tuesday, and the Psych exam isn't in fact, until Wednesday. So I have another day to be organized. Right now, I'm going to watch ANTM Cycle 14 on Youtube. Completely ruins NZ television programming for me, but oh well.

NB: This blog was created as a means of procrastination. The title is from a Sociology lecture about Weber. I like Sociology. More about that later.