is this uncomfortable for you?

below is an interview of my abnormal psychology professor who i didn't like until i watched this video.

she tells people she's in cognitive psychology. does Queen's have the best professors or what?

bad ass

even though i felt as if i was watching myself play NHL 11 during last night's Penguins vs. Stars game (Pens losing 5-2 to Dallas)
this totally made up for it:



so fucking hot

feeling hot hot hot

the process of determining whether to pursue a guy or not*:
is he good looking?
if yes, is he taken?
             if yes, your call
             if no, refer to 1.
if no, refer to b
1. does he play a sport?
if yes, refer to a
if no, refer to b
a. what sport?
if hockey, soccer, tennis, football, baseball, rugby, basketball: refer to c
if badminton, figure skating, curling: refer to b
b. is he muscular?
if yes refer to c
if no refer to d
c. is he sweating?
if yes, is he sweating because he finished a game or because of other uninteresting reasons?
        if yes, refer to e        
        if no, is he shirtless?
                   if yes, go get him, tiger
                   if no, refer to the no answer for e
if no, refer to e
d. is he really nice/smart/funny?
if yes, go get him, tiger
if no, does he drive an expensive car?
                  if yes, go get him tiger
                  if no, your call
e. did he win the game?
if yes, go get him, tiger
if no, refer to d.
***i'd like to point out that this post is just for humor-i don't actually go through this process***

maybe i'm a little crazy

so because i was harassed by my anonymous friend about the fact that i cut off Toews' head on the photo, i decided to make another post avec head to shut her up.
so here:

i swear i'm not crazy

I would like to apologize to all of you (well, mainly my friend who harassed me) about cutting off Jonathan Toews face. She seemed very offended and don't worry, i'm not as shallow as i may seem. Don't worry, I posted the photo avec head. As sexy as he is, i'm not into him. My heart only belongs to one guy.

okay that's a lie: two guys! BUT my heart belongs more to one than the other

 

Number 1: Sidney Crosby



Number 2: Patrick Kane



my friend, who unfortunately wants to remain anonymous, also came across this:



Ryan Kwanten from True Blood: he plays Jason Stackhouse

if this doesn't get you through your day, I honestly don't know what will.

have a good tuesday!!

my worst nightmare

as midterms were fast approaching the beginning of October, i knew i had to stop sitting on the couch and playing video games and start opening the dusty books on my desk. but as soon as i touched my abnormal textbook, i fell asleep. it was as if there was a spell on each book that would either put me to sleep or force me to distract myself. i could not read a sentence without wanting to go watch a penguins game, go on facebook, or talk to friends on skype i didn't even know i had. i had to resort to something else--i needed to break this spell.
then i remembered my friend, Joseph Stauffer. we met in first year, during final exams of the first term. I heard that he was the best--everyone went there to study. So i took a chance, tried it out myself--i can confidently say that i studied my ass of and it was the only reason i passed first year.

Joseph Stauffer, you bastard

so i went to see Stauffer. the inside felt so familiar, as if i was walking into my second home, my niche. i sat down, opened a book, and i didn't sleep! i wanted to know how Stauffer could break the spell, but instead of questioning, I studied. and studied. and studied. until i looked at my clock and noticed that it was 1:00 AM. what kind of person stays up that late? well, at the time i thought the studious, hardworking, crazy kind. since i wanted to do really well on my midterms, i decided to join this group of crazies. one night i would be studying until 1, the next 2, the next 3 AM, regardless of what time i had class the next morning. this was the best idea i ever had-until it hit me. a week later, after all my hard work, it hit me bad.

sleep deprivation

i had never experienced it this badly. i mean, i had heard about it, almost every university student had gone through it. i had hope to never experience it because let me tell you folks, it aint pretty.

for the past two weeks i've spent majority of my spendings on cappuccinos, i've had very dark circles under my eyes, and i've worn the same thing every day-jeans and a sweatshirt.

it was a nightmare--something I never want to experience again. on friday, october 29 i said good to my good ol' friend Stauffer. i told him we would have to go our separate ways until december, when final exams start. i'll miss him, but he couldn't give me what i needed most--sleep.

so what is the moral of my rediculous story? GET SLEEP DURING MIDTERMS BECAUSE IT WILL KILL YOU AND YOU WILL WRITE REALLY STUPID THINGS ON YOUR BLOG.

that is all

i missed this thing.