Psychology Day 3: Curiousity of the world

I am a curious being, just like a cat. I see things that are very interesting, like a wild vine growing on the side of the building, or something that is crawling up the wall of the classroom. I am curious to try new things, like a glass of raw egg or habanero pepper. That stuff will sting the tongue. If it gets in your eye, you will experience much agony. I did not get the habanero in my eye. I made an effort not to.

I saw some clothes draped on the couch. It was a dress shirt. There was a name tag and a tie on the floor, and one of those waiter apron things. The person who the items belonged to was teaching some other people how to salsa dance. I was curious, so I put on the shirt. And the tie. And the name tag and the apron thing. I put on some aviator sunglasses and then tried out some of my own dance moves. It was a very curious thing to behold, I would say.

Curiousity is good. A cat is good. A cat is good to have on a cold night. A cat is a good thing to feel with your hands. When I get a house, I am going to get a cat.

Psychology Day 2: Modesty and Humility

So, the test thing back when said that my second strength was Modesty and Humility. I don't think that this should be considered a strength...rather, it should just be a characteristic that everyone wants to develop.

I guess I am modest. Or maybe I just don't talk about myself a lot. I really don't see a need to talk about stuff I have done. What does it matter, anyway? I am secure and happy with myself...whenever I hear someone bragging about themselves, I wonder if they need to brag because they pretty much suck at everything else. Poor little lost souls!

I like the band Modest Mouse. They are pretty good. I like to listen to them. Often I can fall asleep listening to them. I just put some on, actually. I like to speak and write short sentences. I don't like things like the candidate debates, because they all try to speak forever and ever when they could just say "yes" or "no" or give a four word response. It is out of control.

Back the issue of modesty and humility...maybe I just don't like to talk about myself because most of the stuff that I like and excel in are things that nobody else would find interesting. So I talk about things that will be interesting to them.

I am going to be honest...I don't really think I am saying anything here, so I am just going to quit and hope that everyone will just become modest and humble overnight, and when I wake up tomorrow the world will be a happier place.

Psychology Day 1: Honesty, Authenticity, Genuinenes

So, I guess I am supposed to start writing in my blog about something that has to do with strengths. The second week of school, we took some kind of test that told us what our strengths were. My top five are as follows: 1)Creativity, ingenuity, and originality; 2)Modesty and humility; 3)Honesty, authenticity, and genuineness, 4)Humor and playfulness; 5)Curiosity and interest in the world

Today I guess I will talk about Honesty, Authenticity, and Genuineness. First of all, I don't think "genuineness" is even a word. I have to be honest. It sounds like something a cartoon character would make it. It sounds make-believe.

It is good to be honest, I think. I don't see why you wouldn't want to be honest. People who are not honest can go f*** themselves.

I love it when someone is disappointed and says "you know, I'm gonna be honest with you..." That's the best way to begin telling someone when you are disappointed in them. It lessens the shock. It prepares the person who disappoints you for the things you are going to say to them.

I'm going to be honest about how I felt in class today. I was tired, and did not feel like going. I actually considered staying home. If I stayed home, I wouldn't be lazy. I would get a lot of stuff done and maybe play guitar. Maybe I would sleep a bit. I think I am getting sick, so getting some extra sleep would not be a bad idea.

In Rhetoric class, I was hoping that Dr. Cypert was going to call on me to discuss the reading. I would have been honest and said: "Dr. Cypert, let me be honest with you...I didn't read. I sort of neglected it."

It's not that I am lazy...it's just that I didn't feel like reading that 30 page packet that discussed Japanese rhetoric. I'm sorry if this offends anyone, but I just didn't feel up to it. I'm going to be honest: there are a lot of things that I probably should do that I don't. For instance, I think my fish bowl needs to be changed. It is not really disgusting yet, but poor Sanders is swimming around in his own feces. That is sort of disgusting. It is very disgusting. Sickening, even. I am going to go vomit right now just because I am thinking about it.

Authenticity. This is a fun one. I hate people who are not authentic. Every day I see all types of folk who think they are allstars, who prance around with these silly grins and say "I'm an allstar!" I hate that. I have considered throwing branches at them. I could hide behind a tree and ambush them. I would hit them in the gut, hoping to knock some sense into them.

I guess I am authentic. I don't know what else I could be. I'm not trying to be someone I am not...I just sort of go with the flow and let whatever happens happen. It is good clean fun.

I am going to be honest...I am getting tired of writing, so I am going to wrap it up real quick...but first I have to discuss genuineness.

Genuineness...it is a made up word...I don't really know what it means. I suppose I could look it up one the one site where I took the strength tests, but I really don't feel like it right now. Besides, I have written like ten pages of this kind of stuff. I probably have been writing for seven hours. I don't even know where the time has gone. It has passed quickly.

Okay. I am done now. Do you wish to comment?

Friday

It was Kensy's birthday, so I took her and Molly and Heather to eat out at the Blue Orchid. We all got different dishes, so then we could sample a variety of Thai food...it was delicioso!

Then we went to Coldstone, but I didn't eat any ice cream because I am trying to cut back on the sugar.

On the way back to the car, we saw this guy throw up on the sidewalk. It was crazy. Then he kept walking like nothing had happened, lighting up a cigarette.

There was a guy in a blue shirt who was sort of freaky, and stared at us.

Then we saw Dr. Cypert walking around with two people, probably his wife and this other guy that works at Wesleyan. I didn't see them until we were right along side them, and when I looked back, it was too late to exchange pleasantries.

Now I am sitting here.

Now I am going to do something.

Wow! More Events!

After swimming, D'Leons seemed like the right thing to do, so Lisa, Tim, and I went there. I was feeling pretty generous, as I have been for the past two weeks, so I bought them food. It was a good time.

Then, to the grocery store. Marcus was working there. I took forever going through the store and spent forty bucks. That is more than I wanted to pay, but I got some good stuff.

Then, driving around town. Lisa and I drove up there and then left, and then stopped so I could get the nuts and candy from trunk, and Lisa her cds, and then we followed a car for a while but we lost them.

Then we were on the UNL campus and I engraved a picture of a dude running on the stone bench. it was an ancient tree that obstructed your view from the bench. There were nasty piles of goo on the bench.

There was a strange net sculpture, but the ladder was locked up in there so we couldn't climb up.

Then some more driving.

At Touzalin Avenue and Benton Street, there were about fourteen cop cars and a white van. "The SWAT Team!" Lisa exclaimed. I wanted to investigate, but she was driving. We didn't get up close.

But then I was thirsty. "I am thirsty," is what I said. So we tried to go to Casey's, but it was closed, as was the Kabrelo's. So, we went back close to where the SWAT team was and bought some drinks at the gas station.

I told Lisa that it would suck to die, but I could deal with it.

She said I should avoid an occupation where death could get me.

Then back at my apartment I put away the groceries. The yogurt and vegetables were warm. They are not supposed to be. The cookies were sort of gross, as was the chocolate. I see why they only cost a dollar.

Then a few games of speed. It was out of control. It was a frenzy. Then it was 2 o'clock already, so Lisa left. She has class at nine.

I work at ten, so I figured I still had an hour left to do something. I played guitar. Last Thursday I purchased a new guitar, an Epiphone Dot, which is a hollow-body electric that looks sort of like BB King's guitar. I am a jazz and blues man. I plan to take lessons.

Then I wrote this entry. I thought you would care to know how my life is going.

My life is going fine. I am enjoying myself. I don't do homework often, but everything else is falling into place.

Depressing Events at The Fish Store

I went to The Fish Store today to buy a nice fish or two. I always wanted to have a bunch of those guys swimming around in a tank.

The first fish I looked at was a sort of eel-like creature. It had dots on it. I think it was called "Peacock Eel." It was an amazing fish.

Then I noticed that its lack of movement was not from being in a state of rest, but because it was dying. It was floating around in the corner of the aquarium, his little gills beating furiously. The poor thing was hyperventilating.

Out of nowhere, these little black and orange shark things come and start to bite at the Peacock Eel. The eel writhed around, trying to whip its body away from the horrible shark things. More and more little black and orange shark things gathered around the magnificent Peacock Eel. They forced it to the bottom of the aquarium and bit at the poor little eel.

The Peacock Eel died. I saw it twitch for the last time.

It was a depressing event.

Jibberish

What the hell does "Oo-de-lally" even mean? What kind of sick joke is this?