Meme
Saw Sepulchralice’s meme, so I decided to do it. “Create an image of nine things you currently really like, explain the things, and tag six others so they can share some inspiration and positive vibes too.”
Turns out I didn’t know what else to put after number 4 was down, so… yeah.
Fuck you, airplanes.
ETA: Guh, oh wow, that was easy. It turns out that the first term of summer offers ABSOLUTELY NOTHING on my Honours Contract. NOT MY FAULT IF MY GRAD DATE IS DELAYED.
Bad place right now. A year ago my dad booked a roundtrip flight for me from Singapore to Ohio, and the thing expires on July the 10th. That pretty much means that I have to return to Singapore by July 10th, if not, the ticket is wasted. It’s non-refundable.
Turns out that the first summer term (which I intended to attend) only ends on July 18th. I wanted to push the flight schedule down, so and I called up NWA, and I just balked at the penalty. Over a thousand fucking dollars!
… I’m not sure what I should do right now. Should I forfeit the term, go back early and spend 3 months in Singapore, or just let the ticket go to waste?
The school fees for the summer term is approximately US$2425.
The air ticket’s approximately US$1818. Since I’ve used half of it, it’ll be like, $909 left.
If I go back in July, 2425+909+thousand odd dollars to rebook another flight home… Comes up to $5000, to be generous, with all the taxes and shit. If I go back in June, 0+0+0… yeah.
I’m really tempted to just go back in June and spend the full summer there. The last time I had to go back for only 3 weeks, and 3 weeks went by like a bullet. Exactly two months isn’t going to cut it out for me.
The problem is that if I forfeit this term, it might screw up my graduation date, and without getting into details, it’ll push my grad studies back a year. It also doesn’t really help that I don’t have any master schedule for the 2008-2009 year; I don’t have a damn calender to check if the courses I want are available or not for the next year.
Christ, I don’t know what to do.
A quickie
BWAHAHA
Whenever I meet new people on the Internet I have this need to make them laugh. I’ve just realized that I have this pattern of attempting to make people laugh when I first meet them, and when they don’t, I rarely talk to them unless I absolutely have to. When I successfully do, I think the conversations we have are funny and I get my share of laughter too.
I think this in itself comes with its own baggage. I talk about myself too often, I’m hopelessly direct and vulgar, and sometimes I forget the conversation doesn’t revolve around me, and I often have to apologize for it. It feels like attention seeking, and I don’t like it. Sometimes I get really insecure that I’m no longer funny, and the conversation just sorta… drops off because I don’t feel like talking to the person.
My need to make people laugh seems to manifest itself in very isolated circumstances… most of the time (in real life) I’m not funny, except when I hang out with Pea and she drags me to go shopping to some candy store. For some reason I won’t be able to stop spouting jokes about shitting rainbows after injesting some pink-with-sprinkles-biscuit and she won’t stop kicking my shin and laughing. Same goes for IMing.
I don’t know if this is a facet of my personality, or it’s just a situation which sorta triggers some funny mechanism in my brain. Oh well.
Boring boring boring
Nothing much has happened the past few days to warrant blogging, if you count attempting to read the original libretto of Don Giovanni (and wishing you knew Italian) instead of studying for the Behavioural Neuroscience exam tomorrow. And also, RPing.
Um…
Okay, Psychology fun fact time.
There’s this pathway in your head that’s called the Ventral Tegmental Area, where it control the sensations you feel when you get rewarded. Basically it’s an enormous feeling of pleasure. Or feeling like you’ve got an orgasm, or something.
Experiments have been done on rats that stick a little electrode in that area of the brain, so when activated, the rat feels pleasure. This activation is in the form of pressing a bar in the rat’s cage, and the rat is conditioned to press the bar.
This feeling is so pleasurable that rats will push the bar until they drop from exhaustion. Lactating female rats will neglect their offspring in favour of pushing the bar, even while her offspring screech in the background. Rats are even willing to cross an electrified field in order to get to the bar, just to activate that pleasure sensation.
Yes kids, that, in humans, is called addiction. So don’t do drugs. Chances are you’ll never stop.
(Alternatively, you can just have an electrode planted in your brain and you’ll never stop pushing the button. Whichever.)
I-sigh.
Whoever you are (and I think I know who you are), the answer is no, I do not have some sort of hidden PHPBB board dedicated to bitching on a daily basis.
Also, hiding a board is stupid, seriously. How the hell do you participate in a board if you don’t know where it is?
