So I have to leave in about 15 minutes to get to my last class of the day, but so far my favorite: Philosophy of Mind. The professor is sort of old, he doesn’t make too much sense, but the material is great! I loooove how non-scientifical philosophy is because well I pretty much don’t understand science… of any kind. Not a good thing for a psych major to admit, but whatevz. At the same time I have to say I’m definitely more interested in the humanitarian aspects of psychology, not the scientific. Oh hey maybe I should go to Spain and study abroad there because that’s the perspective they take. UCSB is definitely a research-driven university.
There has not been much time for me to blog as of late for which I have to apologize (to myself). In dire times of need I confess to my moleskine and no one else, and when I do have the urge to write on here I realize how silly and minute what I want to say is. One time I almost posted a short survey with a few questions but the amount of time to write it was not worth the insignificant information on it.
Lately I’ve been a little moody and easily angered. Or… maybe all the litle things have accumulated over time and I’m finally just getting pissed off (at some people).
It’s not the large things that send a man to the madhouse. . . no, it’s the continuing series of small tragedies that send a man to the madhouse. Not the death of his love but a shoelace that snaps with no time left…
Six minutes before I have to leave and I should gather my bpack and shiznitz. Oh man I love my jogging class even if I am tanning very strangely. And I love bikeriding. Next: conquer swimming laps. That uses too many damn muscles. Hah. And I don’t know how those were related to my backpack… but anyway.