Dawn's Digression.
Friday, January 16, 2004
Social Psychology pretty much rocked last night. I think I will really enjoy the topics. Here are some examples:
How we come to understand others
How we come to understand ourselves
How we justify our actions to preserve our self-esteem
Changing people's behavior
Conformity & Compliance
Why we hurt other people
Forming, maintaining, and dissolving relationships (Hmm. Appropriate. Maybe I should read that one now.)
I love those topics! I really think this will hold my attention quite well all semester. I have really questioned my decision to major in Psychology, but the amount of excitement I feel for the topic makes me feel more justified. I'm looking forward to other Psych classes as well.
Last night we discussed depressive realism. Dr. H-J said that most of us are entirely more optimistic about our lives than we really should be, and that people who are depressed actually have a clearer idea of the things in their life that aren't all that great and have a better understanding of their own limitations. Which, if this is true, confirms my belief that the smartest people I've ever met have been very dark individuals. Lamenters, rejoice!
She also recommended Gal. I'm putting it on my list. I'm all kinds of gung-ho.
The DaVinci Code came in last night. I'm very excited to see the book has short chapters. I like that in a book. :) I only read two chapters last night, and I already can't wait to read more. I'll admit I'm intimidated by what I perceive to be a 'smart book', but I have hope I may actually enjoy this one. I usually stick to my V.C. Andrews just fine. I'm all about the fluff.
I'm still at the old office.
Day two of the new medication. So far, so good. Unless you count what happened to my stomach yesterday. Good lord, it was unhappy. I'm really looking forward to the vivid dreams that usually comes with new medication. Woo-hoo!
I woke up at 3:30 in the morning because my teeth were hurting SO bad. I mean horridly. Yesterday I took 4 Aleve, 2 Tylenol, 2 Advil, AND 2 Tylenol PM (And a Xanax to calm meat bedtime. The new medication makes me speedy for now). Then, at 3am, I took two more Aleve and slept with my heating pad. It hurt so so so bad. Rackin' frackin' teeth. I haven't taken anything today, yet, but I fear I will need to soon. I hate to take anything else after all that I took yesterday.
I went to my first African-American funeral last week. It was quite an experience. I tell you what -- them black folks know how to praise The Lord. They do. I applaud them. I always say that if you are so incredibly passionate about something, then..... LET'S SEE IT. Show me. And they do. And they did. At a funeral. Hmm. Yeah. That was weird. The funeral was about two hours long, and the longest one I've ever been to. I know this sounds awful, but for the most part I had a nice time at the funeral. I actually didn't know the woman that died very well at all, but because Michele is commissioner of the softball league and the lady had been an ump for the league forever, we needed to go. I did pretty well. Better than I expected. Overall, the funeral was a positive experience. I was a little -- put off, I guess when they saved people at the end of the funeral. I thought that was weird. But then again, maybe it was God's plan to take Doris from our world and have people attend her funeral who would be saved. I dunno. There's a million different ways to look at things.
I told Michele that if we ever go to church I want to go to a black church where the folks aren't afraid to show their love and they are FUNNY. 'Course, after I said all that I went and found us a church a couple of blocks away that I'm very seriously doubting is black OR quite that outgoing.
The participators: Great Scott! You don't have to have a comment for each and everything the teacher says. I'd say 1 or 2 comments per class is plenty. Put DOWN your freakin' hand. I'm not paying good money to hear your opinion on things. Sure, I want to discuss things in class. It's a great way to learn. But. SHUT UP. Seriously. To the girl who sits two chairs down from me: If you have something you'd like to comment on, maybe you should raise your hand and say it to the whole class instead of making comments to the guy next to you. AND to the two girls in front of me (another one who is a hair-twirler and the girl who matched her pink eyeshadow to her pink sweater): You also need to shut the hell up. No chit-chatting. I don't want to hear about your boyfriends or assignments in other classes while the teacher is talking. Why don't you just drop out already and take it another semester? I'm sure Mommy and Daddy will be glad to pay your tuition next semester as well.
I've already identified the annoying students. We even have the class brown-noser. How annoying.
My anxiety
Two nights ago I woke up at 12:30, and I was sleeping on my back, with my head at the foot of the bed. First of all, I don't sleep on my back. Ever. Second, I don't make it a habit to sleep with my head down at the foot of the bed. Ever. So, I put myself back to bed. I woke up a couple of hours later panting. I've been waking up a lot in the middle of the night sweating and panting. I don't mean I am a little sweaty. I mean I am drenched in sweat. My shirt is wet. So, I end up taking off my clothes in the middle of the night. But usually I'm aware of it. When I woke up at 3:30 this morning, my shirt was off and right next to me on the bed. Weird.
Hmmm.
Have I mentioned that Michele sleep walks?
Any connnection?
Michele's sleep walking scares the crap out of me, btw. I believe that if a person is not consciouly aware of what they are doing, they are capable of anything. Who knows when the old lady might freak out and hack me into little pieces? I didn't used to be a light sleeper, but since I've been with Michele, I wake up REALLY easily.
Someone PLEASE go with me: http://www.atlantaballet.com/performance/shedyourskin.htm
How we come to understand others
How we come to understand ourselves
How we justify our actions to preserve our self-esteem
Changing people's behavior
Conformity & Compliance
Why we hurt other people
Forming, maintaining, and dissolving relationships (Hmm. Appropriate. Maybe I should read that one now.)
I love those topics! I really think this will hold my attention quite well all semester. I have really questioned my decision to major in Psychology, but the amount of excitement I feel for the topic makes me feel more justified. I'm looking forward to other Psych classes as well.
Last night we discussed depressive realism. Dr. H-J said that most of us are entirely more optimistic about our lives than we really should be, and that people who are depressed actually have a clearer idea of the things in their life that aren't all that great and have a better understanding of their own limitations. Which, if this is true, confirms my belief that the smartest people I've ever met have been very dark individuals. Lamenters, rejoice!
She also recommended Gal. I'm putting it on my list. I'm all kinds of gung-ho.
The DaVinci Code came in last night. I'm very excited to see the book has short chapters. I like that in a book. :) I only read two chapters last night, and I already can't wait to read more. I'll admit I'm intimidated by what I perceive to be a 'smart book', but I have hope I may actually enjoy this one. I usually stick to my V.C. Andrews just fine. I'm all about the fluff.
I'm still at the old office.
Day two of the new medication. So far, so good. Unless you count what happened to my stomach yesterday. Good lord, it was unhappy. I'm really looking forward to the vivid dreams that usually comes with new medication. Woo-hoo!
I woke up at 3:30 in the morning because my teeth were hurting SO bad. I mean horridly. Yesterday I took 4 Aleve, 2 Tylenol, 2 Advil, AND 2 Tylenol PM (And a Xanax to calm meat bedtime. The new medication makes me speedy for now). Then, at 3am, I took two more Aleve and slept with my heating pad. It hurt so so so bad. Rackin' frackin' teeth. I haven't taken anything today, yet, but I fear I will need to soon. I hate to take anything else after all that I took yesterday.
I went to my first African-American funeral last week. It was quite an experience. I tell you what -- them black folks know how to praise The Lord. They do. I applaud them. I always say that if you are so incredibly passionate about something, then..... LET'S SEE IT. Show me. And they do. And they did. At a funeral. Hmm. Yeah. That was weird. The funeral was about two hours long, and the longest one I've ever been to. I know this sounds awful, but for the most part I had a nice time at the funeral. I actually didn't know the woman that died very well at all, but because Michele is commissioner of the softball league and the lady had been an ump for the league forever, we needed to go. I did pretty well. Better than I expected. Overall, the funeral was a positive experience. I was a little -- put off, I guess when they saved people at the end of the funeral. I thought that was weird. But then again, maybe it was God's plan to take Doris from our world and have people attend her funeral who would be saved. I dunno. There's a million different ways to look at things.
I told Michele that if we ever go to church I want to go to a black church where the folks aren't afraid to show their love and they are FUNNY. 'Course, after I said all that I went and found us a church a couple of blocks away that I'm very seriously doubting is black OR quite that outgoing.
The participators: Great Scott! You don't have to have a comment for each and everything the teacher says. I'd say 1 or 2 comments per class is plenty. Put DOWN your freakin' hand. I'm not paying good money to hear your opinion on things. Sure, I want to discuss things in class. It's a great way to learn. But. SHUT UP. Seriously. To the girl who sits two chairs down from me: If you have something you'd like to comment on, maybe you should raise your hand and say it to the whole class instead of making comments to the guy next to you. AND to the two girls in front of me (another one who is a hair-twirler and the girl who matched her pink eyeshadow to her pink sweater): You also need to shut the hell up. No chit-chatting. I don't want to hear about your boyfriends or assignments in other classes while the teacher is talking. Why don't you just drop out already and take it another semester? I'm sure Mommy and Daddy will be glad to pay your tuition next semester as well.
I've already identified the annoying students. We even have the class brown-noser. How annoying.
My anxiety
Two nights ago I woke up at 12:30, and I was sleeping on my back, with my head at the foot of the bed. First of all, I don't sleep on my back. Ever. Second, I don't make it a habit to sleep with my head down at the foot of the bed. Ever. So, I put myself back to bed. I woke up a couple of hours later panting. I've been waking up a lot in the middle of the night sweating and panting. I don't mean I am a little sweaty. I mean I am drenched in sweat. My shirt is wet. So, I end up taking off my clothes in the middle of the night. But usually I'm aware of it. When I woke up at 3:30 this morning, my shirt was off and right next to me on the bed. Weird.
Hmmm.
Have I mentioned that Michele sleep walks?
Any connnection?
Michele's sleep walking scares the crap out of me, btw. I believe that if a person is not consciouly aware of what they are doing, they are capable of anything. Who knows when the old lady might freak out and hack me into little pieces? I didn't used to be a light sleeper, but since I've been with Michele, I wake up REALLY easily.
Someone PLEASE go with me: http://www.atlantaballet.com/performance/shedyourskin.htm
Dawn, 1:07 PM
