X-Rated Hypnotist

So, my roomies bought me a ticket to go see an X-rated hypnotist named Tony Lee. This man is fabulous, and so very strange.
He starts the night by pretty much mass-hypnotising the entire audience. Now, I'm sure he'd have much more success with this if people weren't pulling themselves out of it (like me) for fear of going up on stage and acting-a-fool in front of their whole school and all their friends. So he gets you to do this hand thing, and counts down from three (about 1/2 a second after he said "three" I was limp and got scared so I opened my eyes...)
The people who let it happen (so to say) get their hands stuck so together that when they try to pull them apart they get stuck tighter and in order to get them released, you must go up on stage...tricky man.

So about 20 people go up to get un-stuck, and he sits them in chairs and puts them to sleep. Now this man has the deepest craziest voice of any man I've heard, and when he sais "SLEEP" it's really freakin crazy. It sends chills down my spine, but I digress...

Over the course of the night, he does some utterly embarrasing and possibly offending things (except that we bought tickets, that warned us that it was x-rated remember...so we can't complain).

Here's some of the funnier examples:
- He made all these people pretend that they were reciving oral sex, and when he placed his hand on their knee (and the microphone at their mouth) they had the most incredible orgasm
- He made two guys pretend they were doing a photoshoot for playboy (as two women), and had them do some downright creepy things
- He made them believe that their body was stretchy and he yanked on their appendages. In one case he pulled a guys nose half way across the stage and then put it in his bum. In another, he yanked the guys penis all the way to the back of the room, and when the person let go, he flew up and out of his chair. It was funny
- He made a guy think that his guy friend (he had come with) was his girlfriend who had a special suprise for him (he then proceeded to put whipped cream on his nipples and crotch area, outside his cloths of course, and had his friend lick it off), if that wasn't bad enough, he then had him lift his "girlfriends" legs above "her" head and lick whipped cream from his bum.
- He made all the guys think they were world-renound chip and dale dancers and had them strip to their underwear

And two hours of other funny stuff.

And at the end (the part I was jelous of) he gave them the command that when they left the auditorium, they would feel the most concentrated that they have ever been, and would easily recall information on exams, and easily write essays. I thought that part was cool.

BUT then he made it so that the first time they orgasmed after the show, they would scream out "OH! TONY LEE", and one guy, he cursed him with continuing this until christmas. what a guy...

And all the guys would go to the bathroom before they left and remove their underwear and wear it on their heads thinking it was the new coolest baseball cap. Until they got home and looked in the mirror, and realised they were silly. Except one guy, he would think it was the coolest thing for a week. haha

Anyways, it was a good time. I suggest going if you get the chance, but be careful not to get put under, he does encourrage cameras at the really embarassing moments...ie. the guy licking whipped cream from his friends bum will be all over the net in a matter of days...haha

Back to Work

Technology Sucks, and so do I

So, do you remember the fabulous memory stick I bought weeks ago?
Well it has my whole life on it
And...I left it in a public computer

It's gone, and with it goes all of the work I've done on my thesis.
Multiple partially-completed essays and assignments
All the work I've done for my stats TA job
My grad school information
My Whole Life pretty much

so, I'm cranky, and discourraged, and I guess I'd better get to work trying to put my life back together before the end of the term comes and I drop out of school

Sick of me complaining yet? Yeah, me too

Feeling Discourraged

You know those times when you just don't feel very good about yourself?
This year the universe is teaching me a lesson. I am not good at everything.
This is a hard pill to swallow in your fourth year of university, when you had intended on applying for grad school with the best of the best.

It all started with the GRE's. I did bad. Not just bad, but pretty far below average. I've never been below average, and finding this out was a hard kick to my self-esteem.
Then, I got a B on an essay...this may not seem horrible, but I like to think I write a strong essay, and I haven't gotten a B since second year organic chemistry.
Then I wrote my developmental biology exam today, during which I think I left soo many questions blank that at best, I might have gotten 50 or 60% (if everything I answered was correct, which is very unlikly).
I am choosing to blame all of this on other things/people. To save myself from having one more breakdown.
The GRE's are dumb, and unfair, and do nothing to predict my success in grad school. Not that it changes anything, cause the grad schools still look at it, and they have to accept me for me to prove them wrong.
The proffesor who marked my essay hates me, and gave me a subjective mark based on his dislike of science students.
The lab exam I just finished writing was random, and the questions were pulled out of thin air. I couldn't have done any better had I studied for a month (or not at all).

So, all in all I say it's about time for Christmas. I need some stroking of my self esteem. I need a break, and a full nights sleep. I need a hug from my mama dukes.

Aint university the best time of your life?
What a joke...

Cute Animals

I know I haven't blogged in a while so I figured I'd post a quick one. I've been really busy with school so I haven't really had time to reflect on life. But here is a post with some cute puppies to keep you interested. Here is a super-cute one;


And here is my puppy (well not really but I like to dream OK?)


Oh, and speaking of cute baby animals, we hatched four baby chicks in my developmental biology class (after killing over a hundred, meanies). They were super-cute also, but not as cute as my puppy.

Waking Up Sick

This morning I woke up sick. It figures really when you think about it. I have my hardest and arguably most important midterm on Monday. This always happens to me. My body can handle about 3 weeks of pure torture before it shuts down and forces me to relax and get 8 full hours of sleep. I often try to lengthen my days to 20 hours by sleeping less, and ineveitably it screws me over at about week 7 or 8. Just in time for midterms.

I want to go home and relax. I am going to push myself just a little and pump my body full of vitamins for a little while. I start running my thesis next week. I am behind by two essays in my history of psych class (damn flexable deadlines), and two weeks of reading in my religion and culture class. I had everything under control but the damn GRE screwed up my system. It's time to get back on track.

I figure with 2 essays a week, and a focus on my thesis proposal presentation (Dec 1st) I might be able to pull it off. I have given up on A+'s and changed my focus to A-'s. This is more realistic and hopefully obtainable. I wonder if grad schools take into account that I'm pretty? haha

I'm going to eat chicken noodle, and maybe take a nap. Thanks for eveyone's support on the technical situation yesterday, I appreciate it.

I get by with other people's good news, so if anyone wants to share some, feel free. It will likely make me smile and make my days that much easier.

PS. Coundown to christmas break...36 days

Moving into the 21st Century

So, today I was meeting my thesis supervisor to discuss my thesis and how it has (or hasn't) been coming along. I arrive and make myslef comforatable and he sits back while I practically constructed the finalized version of my first experiment. This is a good thing. So I finally get the whole thing put together on this pretty awsome new program he purchased for me, and I go to save it to a disk. Duh Aimee. Nothing fits on disks anymore. They are ancient and people don't even know what you're talking about half the time when you refer to a floppy disk.

So, my instructor (thinking I'm a normal technacally capable human being) tells me to just throw it onto my memory stick. Ahh! I don't have one...*embarrased* Well, I suggest you buy one today, and I'll put it onto mine for now and you can transfer it tomorrow. Boo. I hate spending money on things I don't even know how to work. He is however purchasing a second memory stick for the lab, so I don't have to worry about keeping a whole bunch of programy type stuff on mine. Or something...

So, I go to office depot. I love this store when I have money but I never even step foot into the computer section. I usually head striaght for the writing utensils. This time is different. So, I timidly ask for some assistance in puchasing one of those "memory stick thingys..."

The man at the counter calls one of his friends to help me with the "USB something or others" and so we go to look at the case full of fancy pancy memory stick thingys. Now, I'm not a genious and I think the guy might have figured this out. He asks what size I'm looking for and all I said was "well, I have to put my thesis on it, so pretty big I guess"
to which he responds oh so sarcastically "well you realise that one of the smallest size holds about 100 times what a disk can hold right?"

ok....

Sarcastic Bully: "what type of files are you using for your thesis?"

Me: "well...I'm using Super Lab Pro"

Sarcastic Bully: "not the program...what kind of files?"

Me: "well I don't know, picture files I guess..."

Sarcastic Bully: "here, take this one, you might not need it to be that big but at least you wont run out of room. it holds music blah blah blah"

So, I purchase this thing which comes in a deceptivley simple package. It looks like all you gotta do is plug the thing into the hole it fits in, and use it like one of those ancient disks. So I take it home and want to play with it (of course) and I open the package only to find cords and a disk. I gave up. I'll let Scotty take care of it when he wakes up from his nap. In the meantime, I'm sticking to my floppy.