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Dear Dr. Armstrong,

Please include the essay for “higher mental processes”/thinking on the exam tomorrow. Let me explain why.

(1) Colleen’s examples are pretty good, and her outline is really well organized.
(2) That being said…here are my mnemonics:

Problem Solving subtypes: GeT ME BACK 2 ANA.
WTF this means: Generate & Test, Means/End, Backtracking(1), working Backward(2), Analogies.
It’s a PROBLEM to be SOLVED.

Deductive Reasoning subtypes: If P, then S.
WTF this means: Propositional (if P, then S) & Syllogistic
P & S. Get it?

Inductive Reasoning subtypes (like Sherlock): AH! (like Sherlock)
WTF this means: Analogical & Hypothesis testing
AH!

(and my personal favorite)
DM-ing (decision making) subtypes: MI EX RPs.
WTF this means: Multiattribute utility theory, Image theory, EXpected utility theory, Recognition-Priming
We should all know what a DM is; further, we should know what RPing is. So they go together so well.

Okay, I’m done. But I’d really like this one to be on the exam, so I can ROCK IT.

kthxbai!

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No matter what.

The three words I’m hoping get me through this week unscathed. After a rather embarrassing Friday, they were a welcome start to the final Hell Week of 2010 (ooh, a pun!). I don’t really have anything of value to say, really, just that I’m still (and may always be) shocked that my perfect love was right under my nose most of my life and I never knew it. As the fates would have it, I suppose. And if I wasn’t crazy enough to create the nickname at age 16? And if I wasn’t ballsy enough to bring it up, creating the first strange connection? Yeah, shit happens for a reason.

Now I just wish I could be writing this from my phone underneath a 0-degree sleeping bag on a snow-covered rooftop in Lindenhurst while I pretend to be asleep for the simple fact that the man I love wanted to sleep on the roof. (I’m still getting used to the whole “sleep in snow” idea, but I’ll try it…eventually.) Instead, of course, I’m counting the hours I won’t have to sleep before my first grad school final (at 0900 hours). No time for a nap tomorrow, which will be a good thing considering it might get me to sleep at a decent hour.

And also? 124 views yesterday? Really? Wonder where my blog wound up that it got 124 hits in a day after averaging about 8 for the past week and a half. Cool, but who knows. Maybe it’s The Douchebag turned creeper. Heh. Whatevs.

Peace & love, kiddies.

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The most boring post I’ll ever write.

Granted, that’s subjective; however, I came to the conclusion just yesterday that I write when I am at one of two extremes: elated or /killself, but never really just, y’know, to say hi. So hi, blog-readers (and haters…extra special love to you folk with no lives. Btw, did you hear about my awesome handgun skillz? Just sayin’).  This is a random Thursday in which I am neither here nor there about anything in particular. I finished my homework and now it’s 3 in the morning (said with the accent) and I’m sitting here wondering what to do that will put me to sleep. Somehow, after writing 10 pages on anchoring, I didn’t think it’d be writing.  But lo and behold! Maybe I just needed to write something uncomplicated, though I have little to say. I did start thinking about a few things lately, so maybe I’ll jot those down for posterity:

For one, I’m still a little taken aback by just how cliquey my cohort has gotten in such a short period of time (3 months!). Not a big deal, I mean, I have friends here and there, but yet again I am not part of any one “group,” at least not wholly (meaning even if I’m more associated with one, that doesn’t mean it feels like a fit). I’m still not sure why I expected different; my life has never worked that way, so what should be different about that now?  I guess it just gets a little lonely when everyone else seems to have someone (and not just someone-at least three someones!). But like I said, that’s how I’ve always rolled. Maybe someday that will change; probably not.

Speaking of things that have been staples in my life and will probably never change, I had a moment of clarity a little while ago. I received this magazine in the mail today–Psychology something-or-other. (It’s actually Monitor on Psychology as put out by the APA.)  I joined the APA about a month ago as a student (1) because it’s cheaper when you’re a student, and (2) because I’m supposed to. All of my professors, a majority of my cohort–they love this shit. I don’t necessarily care about it. My first thought was, “oh crap, I really shouldn’t be a shrink!” but my second thought was more individualistic and logical: I’m never going to be that stereotype. I’ve never subscribed to one single stereotype in my entire life (much like the clique-thing), so again, why would that change, especially if I don’t want it to?  I’m so busy wondering how my career is going to fit in with a fundamental aspect of my boyfriend’s existence (maybe I don’t love it, but it’s certainly not my life) that I never stopped to think who the fuck cares? My one goal for the next five years is to fake it enough to get through this doctoral thing. Then, once my life is mine again, I can be the me I want to be. And I’ll do well, if for no other reason than I’m good at most things that I do with my heart. Being a stereotypical shrink is not one of them. Being awesome is, and I’ve never been awesome by conforming.

So now I’ve got this APA journal coming to me…that I’ve paid for…that I don’t particularly give two shits about, but somehow I will read, because I’ll have to use information from it to advance myself in this piece of shit education system. Go, America go!  I really wish Europe needed psychologists. But I’ll be patient, maybe that trend’ll pick up overseas eventually (as soon as the Americans overtake it? ten years?).

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I win! Now, for my reaction(s).

Date & time: 11/19/10, 4:30 a.m. Found: gunnit. Knew it had to be Jaws related. Would have been a matter of time before I found the r/guns page anyway.

Initial impressions:

(1) You fuckface, I sent you that picture of the trollface pumpkin. No bother, no one cared.  But no more, smartypants.  Next time I’ll just post to the internets instead of a chat to you, and you can read it my thread.  Maybe you’ll know who I am by then; maybe you’ll comment on one of my posts not knowing.

(2) FWIW, staying off the radar for 5 days was smart.

(3) The gratification of actually finding you was sweet. The result, however, is that I get to read everything you’ve posted. That being said…initiate detective mode. And…GO!

(3a.) If the scotch alone is worth the 3 hour trip, buy yourself a bottle of scotch and save yourself the trip. Jerk. 😉

(3b.) You left Dan’s name in that FB wedding post thing? Jesus Christ, what are you trying to do to the kid?

(3c.) “Note to self: Look up the word ‘semantics.'” was mine. But I’ll give it to you because it was on Psych.

(3d.) I haven’t gotten flowers OR pizza at my job. But I’ll be patient.

(3e.) “Scotch should be consumed at room temperature. This is a non-issue.” This is why I now laugh at you every time you drop an ice cube into a glass of scotch, for the record.

(3f.) I’m sorry, did you say you don’t hang out on askreddit? ‘Cause a vast majority of your posts are there.

(3g.) It’s cute that you make us sound more exciting than we are. “Hot air ballooning”? “Camping”?  “Hiking”? We’ve never done any of those things. But I appreciate the context of the post, and I’m glad we’re on the same page on that. So much love, baby.

(3h.) “Seven signs you’re not funny”? I’m never linking you anything ever again.

(3i.) You should tell me that you hate when I say “on a stick” in reference to a jalapeno. Finding out you don’t like Jeff Dunham on the internet is not cool, bro. Not cool.

(3j.) “you must be new here. check out the FAQ.” You’re a jerk, and I should probably hate you on principle.

(3k.) I didn’t know you were a short-order cook. Wait. Were you a short-order cook?

(3l.) “Reddit, name a movie that describes your sex life.” “Jaws.”  Well, shark week was kind of fun, wasn’t it?

(3m.) If you ever say “I don’t think that word means what you think it means,” to me, I will punch you in the face without blinking.

(3n.) I will find jawsfan and I will beat her up, even if she’s ugly. (And then you took the picture from the OP and sent it to me?! You’re twisted.)

(3o.) I stopped looking further than 5 months ago, but mostly because I was fiending for a smoke and really sleep deprived (hello 7 a.m…). FWIW, I LOLed at the majority of your non-upvoted one-liners. And I’ll never stop laughing. ❤

For now, though, I’m not saying ‘boo.’ Instead, now I stalk…and eventually, I troll. Then we’ll see if you already knew my name. But not a second sooner.

So…when’s our wedding, bitch? Oh, wait, “IT’S A TRAP!” Or will Aisle just Altar…uh, Pew? Dammit.

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