i love...

...being at school with my cohorts, taking cool classes that are teaching me incredible information, and being fed awesome food.

I do not love writing a paper on psychological assessments at 11:35pm the night before it is due.

self-portrait

geek factor

I have a confession to make. While many of my classmates are complaining about the psychopharmacology and assessments classes we have to take this summer, I like them. I do. I like the scientific information. The intricacies of the information appeal to my methodical side. I like the analytics behind the subjects. I just like it.

I am especially keen on the psychopharmacology class. I have always loved reading and exploring medical information and grasping the biological part of being human. Now, if I could just win the lottery, I would be off to medical school next.

do the szablog shuffle

April inspired me to create a list of the first lines from the ten songs that pop up in my iPod when it is set on shuffle. The first song already has me excited about this little venture:

1. Mott the Hoople and the game of life, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (REM, Man on the Moon)
2. For millions of years, in millions of homes, a man loved a woman, a child it was born (Talking Heads, Like Humans Do)
3. You leave your home for days and days and I know, said I know (Moby, Another Woman)
4. I am holding half an acre torn from the map of Michigan (Hem, Half Acre)
5. My sisters and I have one wish before we die and it may sound strange as if our minds are deranged (Police, Tea in the Sahara)
6. I knew a girl named Nikki (Prince, Darling Nikki)
7. As you brush your shoes and stand before the mirror (Van Morrison, Wild Night)
8. Instrumental: Concerto for Harpsichord, Strings and Basso continuo in D minor, BWV 1052 (Bach)
9. I saw a rainbow just earlier today (Macy Gray, A Moment to Myself)
10. Instrumental: Daily Bread (The Gits)

I have some seriously good taste in music, if I do say so myself.

light reading

My papers are due tomorrow and today I'm working on a paper for my geropsychology class. It's a bit dark in here...books on death and dying abound. I've felt like crying through most of the reading I've done this morning. So many people die with regrets and in solitude. Some desire the solitude, and others can't find their way back to people. They've become too much in their own worlds to be able to connect with friends or family. No telling what I'll be like when I'm old. Ah, life; ah, death.

PS: You kids get off of my lawn! And you're not getting your ball back if it comes on my yard again.

the p is silent

I've recently had a couple of inquiries about my blog name and so I thought I would clear up the mystery. When I began graduate school, my friend April's (survival and bliss) husband, Jason, began referring to me as pseyler, with a silent p. He wanted to get me a personalized license plate. You know, like psychology. Psyche. Psycho...wait, I don't think he meant psycho. In any case, I dug it and it stuck.

what are they saying about me?

Have you ever googled youself? It is a useful thing to do if you haven't already. My name search results paint an interesting picture that yields perhaps not an entirely well rounded composite of me. It helps that there is another person with my name in the Seattle area. I can blame it all on her. A tip for yielding good results: use quotes and a plus sign with your city. For example: "mickey mouse"+anaheim. That search would do a lot better than: mickey mouse anaheim. If you often use a middle initial or want to find your name when it appears as last, first then try this: mickey+mouse+anaheim. You'll have more garbage to sort though, however.

Since I know my blog gets indexed, I'll list a few people I'd like to find. So, if they ever google themselves, they will find my blog and can get in touch.

Ronald Dale Cheri
Rebecca Rodriguez (Fullerton, CA)
Michelle Petrovich
Colleen Swindoll
Pam Shea
Suzie Suzanne Hellebrand
Johnny Depp (hey, you never know)

And if you google pseyler, guess who comes up first? I'm beloved by the indexer.

lightweight

Ok, sometimes I feel really clever. You all know that I ride my bike to work daily. In addition, I am working to get the weight I carry with me down to a bare minimum. Necessities: work clothes and shoes, keys, wallet, cell phone, calendar, various just-in-case meds, fountain pen, pencil, keycard, breakfast and lunch, and lipstick. I am not especially vain, but I don't really like to go much of anywhere without lipstick. And, up until now, I've also brought a mirror. Lipstick without a mirror isn't much good. But, I just realized that I don't need a mirror anymore. My cell phone has a built-in video camera with a screen that faces the user. Just turning it on projects the user's image toward the user. Instant mirror. Isn't that fabulous?

you can't make me

I finished my internship last week and am missing it. And now my Wednesdays are spent at you-know-where. Who can expect me to be at work five days a week? I've been doing my work seven days a week, but I didn't have to actually BE there more than four. It's fine as far as real jobs go, but my heart is elsewhere.