On psychology and zombies

I'm pretty much screwed for my Computer Science quiz, and for the design due Friday for the next program, and for Computer Science in general, which I actually sort of detest just a little.

In more positive news....erm. We have some dead bees in a plastic container? With a little lens so we can study them up close? I feel like we obtained this a long time ago, and those bees have actually been dead for YEARS. In which case, hey, cool, mummified bees!

...It's really sad that this is my more positive news.

Just saying.

Also, I was blog creeping. A spambot said that one of 'Do's posts "was likeable". Nobody says my blog posts are likeable. Nobody said my blog posts were likeable even before I'd locked the blog and squirreled it away at a different URL. Mom, the spambots are excluding me again!

And I'm hungry. Am I actually this bad at staying on topic in person? If so, serious kudos to all of you as this would make me one of those people who everyone doesn't like but who is totally oblivious to that. I am very good at being oblivious. Apart from being an apathetic bitch, it's one of the main reasons why I'd be great as a psychologist.

See, look. I'm on a different subject again, and this time I didn't even mean to be. But while I'm ON the subject, I might as well touch on it for a moment before my butterfly-brain goes off. So we had an interesting discussion today about how people see their own attractiveness and whether or not it's more complicated than the studies that simply say "Oh yes, and women see themselves as less attractive because of the media and discrimination" make it out to be. Which I'd really hope is true. But my point was that getting into people's heads like that makes me nerd out with happiness. Not in a creepy way--it's less about specific examples and more about what makes different sorts of people tick. I mean, I see aggressive behavior from someone, and I just want to sit down and dissect it, because not everybody gets angry for the same reasons. Some people bottle up emotions and eventually hit the stereotypical breaking point, others are less straight-forward. I don't think I'm an emotions-bottler, but I'm one of those people who has cumulative emotions. Lots of little things bothering me will make me seriously angry by the end of the day, and it takes time, rather than one big explosion, to make me unwind. And when I'm angry, I don't direct it. It just....goes. People sitting next to me who are too close, people who talk too much, all the things that normally I wouldn't let bother me just drive me up the wall. It happens all the time, too, which is inconvenient. Especially in class.

Granted, what would be really nice would be to work out a way to help myself NOT fall into this mess. But I guess that's what other people are there for, right? We can't tell ourselves this stuff and have it really work, but sometimes hearing it from other people is a nice shock, and it does us good. Ponder that for a while, and then (and I can't believe I'm writing this) leave a comment if you too have ever tried to dissect someone WITH YOUR MIND.

Oh wait, I'm not done yet.

I saw Zombieland. And let me just say right now...BEST ZOMBIE MOVIE EVER. Mostly because zombies, and shotguns, and not taking itself seriously, and college coed zombies, and giant truck love, and redneck love, and my new favorite piece of advice:

Nut up, or shut up.