social cognition

Today I had an econ test. It was fairly similar to the last one, which means I prly got a really hideous grade that is a B on his scale. He makes me nervous, because his eyes wander around the room with a worried expression. I dislike for teachers to look worried at me while I am taking tests. There was a little boy in there today, oddly enough, and someone asked if it was his grandkid. He said, "No, actually, he's my son," and it reminded me of my dad. He was 49 when I was born and 52 when brat was born, and his students would always ask if the pictures on his desk were of his daughter and granddaughters. Then it occurred to me that my econ professor had perhaps, like my father, married one of his students, which I found to be an extremely distasteful concept, considering that *I* am one of his students, and then I had to convince myself the kid was adopted before the world became too scary for me to live in.

Now I am procrastinating instead of studying for my psych test tomorrow. Whyyy do I doooo thissss. I need to get an A on it, because I got an A- on the last one, and I need to have a couple grades this semester that won't make me cry.

I watched the shitty moon dub. Why do they persist in setting cheesy English lyrics to the music of the Japanese insert songs? I mean, yeah, the original songs are cheesy as hell translated, but it's less offensive somehow.

We were the right age for Babysitters Club books. (Hello, Luna! I mean, um, yeah.) I had all of them through about #40. Biskit informed me (don't want to know how she knows this) that they're way past 100, that Dawn has moved back to California, and that they have a new member who is Jewish and thinks Kristy is an idiot. If she stages a bloody coup and becomes the new Dictator-For-Life, I will take up reading them again.

If you read other, non-Babysitter books by that author, you will find recurring themes. Every book in which there are horses contains one named Mr. Chips. I think it was Mr. Chips. I know we found a million examples of this, but it was six years ago, and I have blessedly repressed it.

WE HAD THE BOARD GAME. We pulled it out again fairly recently, and, sadly enough, I could still answer all the questions on the little green cards dealing with facts from the series.

Dude, that is so stale. fresh. distant. gah. WHAT WAS THE OTHER WORD. *sob*

okay. enough with reminiscing. pleasant though it may be, it is giving me a tumor.

What else did I do today. I opened a new bottle of nail-strengthening base coat. I forgot to have lunch. I made a nice yummy new obsessive screensaver and icons and cursors and a matching tattoo on my inner thigh. I hunted down one of the old glut and poked at him until he went away. pokepokepoke. I was reminded that French toast exists. I drank three gallons of water. I am doing this.

Now I must go study like a good girl. shine.

regression therapy

DIBBLE. The other word was DIBBLE.

um. That was really bothering me....okay. I'm a dork. I'll just crawl back under my rock now.

oh yeah. Hector is not sleeping with old Greek men. She's sleeping with an Albanian refugee. I don't know why I feel it necessary to clear that up, other than that I am vastly amused by this.