I should go to bed early tonight. & take something. & hook up the fan in the bedroom. & shut the cat out. these things will result in much sleep and feelbetterness tomorrow. ready for studying all day for my final and most yucky exam.
ahhhhhhxams. I feel i’m doing so very badly on them. personality was today ..
I didn’t study much. didn’t memorise everything as I usually so carefully do. so probably only got a credit.
which won’t work for this next one. i’ll need to interpret SPSS output and know what the hell principal components analysis is. i.e. the sum of squared loadings for a variable is the proportion of variance in that variable that the components have captured (if all components are kept).
in other news, today mumm resigned from her new job and was sexually harassed by her boss, in that order. he called her over to his computer to show her a sexually explicit photograph, then later told her a sexually explicit joke. I Advised her to call Trina for real advice, since I rarely have advice, since Trina had sued a former employer for sexual discrimination, since sexual harassment is recognised by Australian law as sexual discrimination. Trina, however, didn’t see anything wrong with his actions and told her not to do anything about it.
which makes me vaguely mad.
so I told her to see what a lawyer thinks. and to call her higher-up boss. and definitely not to do nothing.
i’m afraid she’ll do nothing.
she wants me to go back up after my last exam. I like to visit her.. but don’t know if I should, for a couple reasons. Felon hates flying. it’s another $400. I tend to engage in self-destructive behaviour there, such as eating lots of cheese and drinking lots of alcohol and flirting with razorblades and candles.
that reminds me, I can no longer drink green cordial since drinking large quantities of the stuff mixed with larger quantities of vodka and consequently puking green puke in a public arena. green cordial, previously my favourite, now is a nauseous thought. this is! a perfect example of classical conditioning, ala my personality exam today. GREEN CORDIAL has become associated with NAUSEA, entirely against my common sense, as initially discovered by PAVLOV and his DROOLING DOGS.
I first learnt of Pavlov in my first ever psychology course, taken at the time as an elective in my arts degree. I was stoned for every single lecture, and hazily recall the notion that Pavlov collected the saliva of dogs through long clear plastic tubes connected directly to the animals’ saliva producing glands through holes cut into in their jawskin. I held fast to this concept all the way to THIS VERY YEAR.
I can’t imagine being able to study. to attend and retain and recall. I need time to recover. I need someone to recover me, distract me with meaningless banter and banal comments about the weather and current events.
I need to sleep and not sit here in the dark wondering what someone else is doing/thinking right now, wishing time would hurry, wondering/wishing.. woshering. wishering. windering. winshering. winshing. shindig. dingaling. i’ve a tummyache. oh! i’ve artificially induced menstruation. well, I think it’s over already. after 9 months the most I could arrhythmically bleed was 3 days?
I get spams with subjects like “they’re light-minded,” “his closed eyelids,” “the moonlight melted,” “his confidence will ooze out if this situation does not olden,” “satisfy blackburn denotative as any necrotic a nobody,” “It’s a fine aggregation, I assure you” and “skip the solid earth, and land lower down than I intended.”
well, I did make them slightly prettier.
FLOSS. if everyone flossed there would be no need for dentists or hands hiding giggling unsightly mouths.