Major Major Major Major

Why, if research methods, a required class for psychology majors that is dedicated to the structure and execution of experiments, is a prerequisite for most higher-level psychology classes, does every class I'm in spend time going over the meaning of an independent variable?

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If I were Professor D. teaching a 4000 level class, and the textbook I used found it necessary to define terms like "independent variable," I would make a white slide in my powerpoint presentation, put the words INDEPENDENT VARIABLE in big, red, gothic-styled lettering, dripping with blood, and just ask "Does anyone in this class not know what this means?" (stating it in a manner that would make it obvious that anyone who didn't shouldn't raise their hand anyway). Of course, that one kid would raise his hand, and I would have to say "See me after class" and ask him "Are you a psychology major?" Naturally, he would be, and then I'd have to recommend to him that he drop the program and find a new calling for his life. I would have to stop him from attending my class. And the faculty would praise me for my efficient methods.
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Considerations (in order of likelihood) for my second major include (notice the correct absence of a colon here)

Latin
English Literature
Classical Languages, Literature and Civilization (would require a bit more work than Latin, but would probably be more prestigious)
History?
American and Florida Studies (...meh)
Textiles

and minors in Linguistics and whatever else.

No longer hailing from the College of Undecided.

Just because I have nothing to write about doesn't mean I won't write. How foolish of you to think so. Plus I need to practice putting only one space after the periods in my sentences. For journalistic purposes.

I went to a meeting for new writers for the FSView today. It was pretty boring. Just procedural things. Seems to be like something worthwhile, though. The cool part was that they're open to suggestions on topics and are lenient about the workload. Plus I won't really need to go anywhere, just send emails. Technology, man. I know, right?

I saw Raising Arizona last night when we went out to see Sideways, but ran late looking for this place to eat and whatnot, and... rented Raising Arizona. It was a pretty entertaining movie. It's no Big Lebowski, but then again, what is?

I am pleasantly optimistic about Weezer's fifth studio full-length release. It does not have a release date yet, but is in post-production, and the first single is almost definitively set for release on March 21st, 2005. Meaning the album can't be that much later. Oh, then touring...

I am, physically, completely over the sickness that befell me Monday. Its only lingering effects are the thoughts considered during my two-day bedrest: the possible uses I could have for a B.S. in Psychology in two years, and the efficacy of my college classes in general. Thoughts of career choices and mortality, relationships and purpose pervaded my being. You know, all the big hitters of consideration that I float around all the time.

And I went shopping for shoes. I can't find any that say what I want them to say, so I bought none. I will tirelessly continue my search.

Should I go see the Toasters tomorrow?

Should I even study for any of my tests? Pssh.

I've got a number of irrational fears
That I'd like to share with you

Sleep

I've been awake for about 33 hours now. Well, I guess that's not true, I did sleep somewhere between 7:09 and 8:13 AM this morning...

No reason, just insomnia. Well, I did stay up til 3 reading Latin. But it was still insomnia those other 5 hours. Then I did a lot of stuff today and didn't eat anything except a nectarine and a plum until 5:30 PM today. It seems I'm getting back at my body for that wretched day of vomiting...

Now, I gave it to Matt. Geez.

/Signing off.