My friend sent me these thoughts via email. I think she found them somewhere else. I shall add some of my thoughts to them…
More often than not, when someone is telling me a story all I can think about is that I can’t wait for them to finish so that I can tell my own story that’s not only better, but also more directly involves me.
Sometimes I don’t even wait for them to finish. I just interrupt. Or start to daydream.
Nothing sucks more than that moment during an argument when you realize you’re wrong.
It is even worse when the other person never forgets it and keeps bringing it up at awkward times.
Have you ever been walking down the street and realized that you’re going in the complete opposite direction of where you are supposed to be going? But instead of just turning a 180 and walking back in the direction from which you came, you have to first do something like check your watch or phone or make a grand arm gesture and mutter to yourself to ensure that no one in the surrounding area thinks you’re crazy by randomly switching directions on the sidewalk.
I have turned 180 before and walked smack into someone. So maybe stopping is a good idea.
I totally take back all those times I didn’t want to nap when I was younger.
Indeed. If only I knew.
The letters T and G are very close to each other on a keyboard. This recently became all too apparent to me and consequently I will never be ending a work email with the phrase “Regards” again.
Haha, I have seen someone do this once.
Do you remember when you were a kid, playing Nintendo and it wouldn’t work? You take the cartridge out, blow in it and that would magically fix the problem. Every kid in America (and Australia) did that, but how did we all know how to fix the problem? There was no internet or message boards or FAQ’s. We just figured it out. Today’s kids are soft.
This makes me feel old. But I do remember this. The adults were always busy so we figured things out ourselves.
There is a great need for sarcasm font.
Especially on autism forums.
Sometimes, I’ll watch a movie that I watched when I was younger and suddenly realize I had no idea what was going on when I first saw it.
But if I liked it when I was younger then it makes it better if I like it all over again.
I think everyone has a movie that they love so much, it actually becomes stressful to watch it with other people. I’ll end up wasting 90 minutes shiftily glancing around to confirm that everyone’s laughing at the right parts, then making sure I laugh just a little bit harder (and a millisecond earlier) to prove that I’m still the only one who really, really gets it.
I know this will happen when the new Star Trek dvd comes out. I will have to watch it alone.
How the hell are you supposed to fold a fitted sheet?
Do two general folds and then roll it up. Or scrunch it up into a ball and shove in under something else in the linen cupboard. At the back where no one can see it.
I think part of a best friend’s job should be to immediately clear your computer history if you die.
And hope that none of your family or employers search your name on the internet.
The only time I look forward to a red light is when I’m trying to finish a text.
I do not do this! I don’t like texting much. Or mobile phones in general.
Was learning cursive really necessary?
I have not used it since high school. I write a lot at uni but it is all printing. Very messy printing.
Lol has gone from meaning, “laugh out loud” to “I have nothing else to say”.
“Indeed” and “Acknowledged” always work.
I have a hard time deciphering the fine line between boredom and hunger.
So I eat when I am bored.
Whenever someone says “I’m not book smart, but I’m street smart”, all I hear is “I’m not real smart, but I’m imaginary smart”.
So what is street smart? Smart on the street?
How many times is it appropriate to say “What?” before you just nod and smile because you still didn’t hear what they said?
This can get embarrassing, especially in class.
MapQuest really needs to start their directions on #5. Pretty sure I know how to get out of my neighborhood.
What happened to maps? I have known someone to use something like MapQuest when they only needed to make three turns. I really wanted to say how stupid they were but I didn’t. They were driving me somewhere.
Obituaries would be a lot more interesting if they told you how the person died.
Even better, have it written on the grave. It would make cemeteries even more interesting.
I find it hard to believe there are actually people who get in the shower first and THEN turn on the water.
People do this? Why??
Shirts get dirty. Underwear gets dirty. Pants? Pants never get dirty, and you can wear them forever.
My husband would heartily agree.
I can’t remember the last time I wasn’t at least kind of tired.
Bad decisions make good stories.
Whenever I’m Facebook stalking someone and I find out that their profile is public I feel like a kid on Christmas morning who just got the Red Ryder BB gun that I always wanted. 546 pictures? Don’t mind if I do!
I don’t use Facebook but it can be really good for an in-depth stickybeaking.
Why is it that during an ice-breaker, when the whole room has to go around and say their name and where they are from, I get so incredibly nervous? Like I know my name, I know where I’m from, this shouldn’t be a problem….
I have this weird thing where I feel really strange saying my own name. It just feels odd and it always has.
You never know when it will strike, but there comes a moment at work when you’ve made up your mind that you just aren’t doing anything productive for the rest of the day.
Except to devise the best way to not do anything productive.
Can we all just agree to ignore whatever comes after DVDs? I don’t want to have to restart my collection.
It was enough of a pain when they replaced videos.
I’m always slightly terrified when I exit out of Word and it asks me if I want to save any changes to my ten page research paper that I swear I did not make any changes to.
Yes, it makes me want go back through the document to see if I did change anything without remembering I did it.
“Do not machine wash or tumble dry” means I will never wash this ever.
My dressing gown is like this. I have worn it since I got it but I am scared it will just fall apart if I do anything to it. It is irrational, I know.
I hate when I just miss a call by the last ring (Hello? Hello? Damnit!), but when I immediately call back, it rings nine times and goes to voicemail. What’d you do after I didn’t answer? Drop the phone and run away?
I hate leaving my house confident and looking good and then not seeing anyone of importance the entire day. What a waste.
Or going out looking and feeling rotten and seeing everyone I know.
Sometimes I’ll look down at my watch 3 consecutive times and still not know what time it is.
I would rather look at my watch than at other people, though.
I wonder if cops ever get pissed off at the fact that everyone they drive behind obeys the speed limit.
I also wonder if they feel satisfied when the see people slamming on the brakes when going past a speed camera.
Ah, that was fun. 
There is a lot going on in the autism blogging world at the moment in response to the new Autism Speaks advertisement. It is a bit more difficult for me to post what I think on it because I am in Australia, there is nothing like that here. So I can’t see for myself the effect it is having on people – autistic and non-autistic.
My mum liked the second half of it, where all the families were were standing with the autistic person. But she didn’t know what to make of the first half. The parts with all those statements about what autism will do…how does anyone know what autism will do?
So here it is:
Apparently Autism Speaks has now withdrawn it from their site due to the amount of protests against it.
Just a general post I guess, because I wanted to post my result from the Spacefem Colour Quiz. Here it is:
| you are darkolivegreen #556B2F |
Your dominant hues are green and yellow. There’s no doubt about the fact that you think with your head, but you don’t want to be seen as boring and want people to know about your adventurous streak now and again. Your saturation level is medium – You’re not the most decisive go-getter, but you can get a job done when it’s required of you. You probably don’t think the world can change for you and don’t want to spend too much effort trying to force it. Your outlook on life is slightly darker than most people’s. You try to see things for what they are and face situations honestly. You’d rather get to the point than look for what’s good. |
| the spacefem.com html color quiz |
To all those Russian Spambots: Bugger off! I will not go to your party, you cannot drive my car and I don’t want your medication!
I am slowly getting used to being at university again after a month’s break. Even though this is my second semester, I still feel like the “new person”. But I like it there, I like having something to do and I like to hand in my work when it is completed. Otherwise, I have a general feeling of mild panic about the work I have to hand in and the social vibe that is a constant there.
I have one friend that was in my Foundation Unit last semester – she shares one lecture with me for our Psychological Health & Wellbeing unit. Art/Creative Writing is her major whereas Psychology is mine. So the Psychology unit she is doing this semester is an elective. I don’t have electives as there are so many psychology units. My path is mapped out except for the type of psychology I want to do which I haven’t decided on yet.
I have one huge assignment for Psychological Health & Wellbeing that is due at the end of semester and it is a Self-Management Project. We have to improve something in our lives and I have chosen study skills as mine are pretty rotten. They are all over the place and I don’t get things finished until the day they are due in which does nothing for my anxiety. I was rotten at studying at high school (which explains the Fail grades) and I don’t want to repeat it here because I actually care about what I am studying. I want to please myself as to how I do at university. So this experiment on myself should help me gain better studying habits. I have already chosen two interventions to use.
I have handed in one assignment for Psychological Research Methods (a.k.a The Psychological Horror of Statistics) and have another to hand in next week. We have covered measures of central tendency and are now up to z-scores and statistics and t-scores. I am slow at understanding it but I do get there in the end, I just have to be quick enough to get there before assignments are due in. I have a feeling my last assignment didn’t go so well and am dreading getting it back.
For Applications of Psychology, I have to give a 10 minute presentation next week about registering to be a psychologist. I am thinking that I find it difficult to speak for one minute let alone 10 minutes. So I have found the pile of forms on the internet that have to be filled out if a person wants to be a psychologist (there are pages and pages). As we are not able to use Powerpoint (I still don’t understand why) I have to convert photocopies to overhead projector pages. I think it will cost a lot. But it will be worth it if I show these to the class instead of talking for 10 minutes straight. I will say a few things. Maybe, “If you don’t like filling out forms then Psychology is not for you.” I am really not looking forward to the presentation and will probably feel sick, dizzy and light-headed but I have to go through with it.
This is all I have to say today – I have to go to a lecture in about ten minutes.
This past week has been awful. I had a really bad cold (it might have been the flu – I had fever and body aches and pains) and spent three days in bed which is a lot for me. I missed three days of uni and have to get a doctor’s note tomorrow to give to one of my tutors. I felt too rotten to do any homework or listen to any lectures online. I still have a cough left over (viruses always seem to go to my chest). I have wondered whether it was H1N1 but it could have been just a random virus. I think I caught it at the local Sunday Markets.
Then, the day before yesterday I fell over (I blame GA, heh) and hit my face on the edge of a table in the computer room. I chipped a front tooth almost in half, cut my bottom lip, bruised my shoulder and ribs, and scratched my glasses (it is on the left lens so my weak left eye doesn’t notice it). It was Sunday afternoon so GA waited until yesterday to call the dentist. He had to ring around to find one and he did – one just down the street a bit. I really appreciate that he rang so many people and got the appointment for me, I was too upset to be good for much.
So I had my tooth repaired. It required anaesthetic (it hurt, but it was a tolerable kind of hurt) which numbed my nose as well. It felt really odd. The dentist was really kind and I hope to see her again when I get a check-up. But I am kind of sad because I spent a load of money a few years ago having my teeth straightened. I was proud that my teeth were undamaged with only a few fillings. Seeing the damage after the fall was like a nightmare. I almost passed out when I saw it. I am thankful the damage is fixed now. I still have a lot of bruising on my bottom lip and a few of my top and bottom teeth are sensitive. It is a bit hard to bite my teeth properly together as it hurts. I am being careful when I eat.
One good thing as a result – I have been booked in to the dentist for a scale and clean which I have been meaning to do for ages but have just procrastinated about. I am pretty confident that it won’t hurt!
I am back to uni now (even as I type this 
) and have a fair bit of work to catch up with. I am just glad the last week is over. It almost rivals May as being a bad event time!
You may have noticed that I have myself a Gravatar. It is an avatar like the sort you see when you make comments/posts in a forum, except that you can see it all over the internet when you make comments on someone’s blog and things like that. So instead of seeing a grey face shadowor random pattern made for unidentifiable people, you get to see a specific picture you chose to appear instead. Mine is of a red cog on a white background with white cogs. I like cogs and gears, it is sort of my personal theme.
I have wondered what my learning style is and thanks to a member on Gestalt, found this online test to do. It seems that I am mostly a solitary and aural learner.
In other news…
I got two Credits and a Distinction for my units last semester. I have had over a month of free time and it has been really busy. I have been helping a friend with her market stall, catching up with family and generally doing what I didn’t have time to do while I was at uni and studying. Which involved watching a fair bit of tv.
I hope to be less busy for a while so I can make more posts here.
I want to see this movie when it comes out. It won’t open in Australia until the middle of August sometime, though.
“Adam” – link to site about the movie.
And here is the trailer:
From: Yale University – Health & Medicine
New Haven, Conn. — Superior intelligence is no defense against the effects of attention deficit and hyperactivity disorder, Yale researchers have found.
About three of four ADHD individuals with an IQ of more than 120 – a score that ranks them in the top nine percent of the U.S. population – showed significant impairments in memory and cognitive tests when compared to people with similar IQ’s who do not suffer from the disorder, according to the researchers.
The report, to be published in the September print edition of the Journal of Attention Disorders, is now available online: http://jad.sagepub.com/pap.dtl
Sometimes I heard (especially at work), “You can’t do this? But I thought you were smart.” It was awful in school to get bad grades because I just couldn’t focus long enough to be productive. The world was a fog partly due to defending myself from too much input. Occasionally I would experience moments of clarity. I remember them clearly.
So a mix of inattention and a lack of willingness to ask for help lead to general slowness at learning. So when I was called a slow learner by someone, I tended to agree with it. The ADHD and autism are meshed together tightly, as well.
Here is a picture of kittens:
I Stumbled Upon this YouTube video and wondered if it could be accurate. I was sceptical that’s for sure. So I watched it. The sound sensitivity part was very much like it can be for me. The people all up right in front of the man’s face. I know what that is like. They left out smell, though! A smelly bus can ruin everything.
But despite the potential for an overwhelming time, I really like public transport.
What I would like to see is a video of an autistic person going grocery shopping. If anyone wants some footage of this, I can provide lots of it.
The look on the face of the man left sitting on the bus made me laugh!
