that behavioral psych midterm SUCKED ASS. let's just hope that the average is really REALLY low... ugh.

anyway... you know, i have this talent for freaking myself out to the point of like insomnia. i found this page full of urban legends and i KNOW that most of them aren't true (especially since it SAYS it isn't true) but while i was in bed last night, i couldn't help but look over at sanaz to make sure she was alive and that there wasn't some psychotic madman in our room. i've freaked myself out to the point that not only am i afraid when i'm alone, i'm afraid when i'm surrounded by people. geez. i'm such a loser. oh well, it's fun to scare yourself, right? i've just taken it a bit too far.

anyway, the page is really really interesting. i couldn't stop reading all the legends while i was trying to study yesterday (of course, it could also have been that little thing called procrastination). the true stories are just unbelievable. unbelievable and GROSS. there's this one of this man who decapitated his pregnant wife's lover and presented the head to her while she was in the hospital. true. they have this photo gallery section too of true and fake pictures. there was that picture of one of the two men whose left arm was ripped off while participating in a huge game of tug-of-war. although i've already seen that one before. but there was this one picture they thought was fake but it looked REALLY disgusting. apparently, this guy who was high off pcp peeled pieces of flesh off his face using a broken mirror piece and fed the pieces to his dogs. and they actually have a picture of the guy with all the flesh on his face just...missing. at first, i couldn't bring myself to look at it. i clicked on the link which opened another window but i couldn't bring myself to maximize the window so i closed it. and then i opened it today and took a look. it's quite gross. oh, and you know that urban legend about a vacationing couple spending the night in a motel room and complaining about an odor the next morning only to discover that there was a corpse underneath their bed the entire time? yeah, that one's true too...and it's happened MORE THAN ONCE. and then there are the not so gross ones... like the one about the college student that came into his math class late and copied down the two problems on the board thinking they were homework. when he got home, he solved them then turned the problems into the professor only to find out that the problems weren't homework - they were actually unsolvable problems that the professor used for his lecture. true! and, deb, chi - there's your favorite one about the "happy" minister in the little mermaid. ;D sorry, but that one's actually false. it's actually just his knee. hahahaa... ;D

so anyway...i'm going shopping for slut clothes this weekend. that'll be nice.

so i read this interesting article about tattoos yesterday and i learned a few things i didn't know before. like tipping. apparently, we're supposed to tip the artist. now i feel really bad because i didn't tip either artist both times i got tattooed. but the thing is, me and deb were actually talking about tipping when we got our first one but we figured we didn't need to since the tattoos were so damn expensive in the first place ($100-$120) that gratuity had to be included in there somewhere. i still feel kinda bad. but i didn't know! aiya... :(

and now for some excerpts from the article...

"OK, where do you want it?"
"Right … HERE," I said, pointing to where I meant. [I finally settled on the bare patch of "canvas" below my breast by rationalizing that when I was too old to want a tattoo anymore, the thing would be covered by inevitable sagging.]
"Listen. You see me?" he asked, motioning to his multiple piercings and full-sleeve tattoos. "Even I don't have a tattoo there. It hurts too damn much."
But what was I to do? I couldn't scrap all that planning just because of a little extra pain, right? I held firm.

first of all, i thought that inevitable sagging comment was hilarious. ahahahaha... and second, this chick is brave for sticking to her choice and taking the pain. you know why she could take it? because she's a WOMAN.

"...women, who are built to withstand the earthshaking pain of childbirth, tend to handle tattoos better than men do, or so my tattoo guy said."

DAMN STRAIGHT!! *rowr* hahahaha...sorry. and...

"Apparently the base of your spine is supremely painful since it's a hotbed of nerve endings."

you know what's funny? that's exactly where my first tattoo went. up until i read this, i really didn't have any idea that that spot was that bad. i mean, i knew that bony areas were worse than fleshy areas (BOTH my tattoos have gone over bony areas although the moon didn't go over quite as much bone), but i didn't have any idea that that particular spot was THAT bad. and it makes me feel like superwoman since i could bear it. ;D all right, enough self-congratulations. i really owe more to deb though for going first and letting me watch so i wouldn't be so afraid. BOTH times. :) wait...did you go first the second time, deb? i don't remember...in any case, you still rock. ;D

"It's going to hurt like hell. It may even tickle, which can be almost worse than the pain."

ahahahaha....this is actually what i was more worried about. i was more worried that it would tickle me too much and i'd start laughing and end up with funny blue bumps on my back. you see, i'm just a bit ticklish. hehehe... but deb reassured me by saying something along the lines of, "uh...cherry, i'm sure it's going to hurt A LOT more." yeah, that made me feel better. ;D

"Remember: Tattoos are like roller coasters. You'll scream all the way through it, and then when it's over, you'll want to get right back in line and go again."

so very true. i think this lady hit it right on the head with that statement. the perfect way to sum up the experience of getting a tattoo.

so i changed my desktop wallpaper to this picture of michael vartan (from the alias website at abc) and i just. cannot. stop. STARING. i'll just minimize all my windows and STARE. this is not good for my studying.

oh...my....god. i love alias. what an AMAZING season finale. good lord. michael vartan might be dead!! gah!! actually, i'm not that worried. he's far too good-looking for the writers to kill off. ;D besides, we never saw him actually "die," so...he's gonna live. i'm sure of it. god, he looked so good tonight. mmmm....that dark brown leather jacket and that slightly rugged look. ohhhhmygod... and it was just so sweet the way sydney (jennifer garner) kept pounding on the window with the fire extinguisher to try to rescue him. you know, this is kind of stupid since i don't think anyone who reads my blogs actually follows alias (maybe jo?) but i just felt like talking about it because michael vartan is so good-looking it's heartbreaking and jennifer garner is the COOLEST ass-kicking chick. yes, moreso than sarah michelle gellar. sorry, but she just is. i wish i was her. her or natalie portman.

okay, now that i'm done ranting about a television show none of my friends watch, i'm gonna go try to study a bit more. i have a behavioral psych midterm on wednesday and i have barely started studying. geez... i actually did study for a bit at the beach today..i mean, what else are you supposed to do? lying down and not moving just gets sort of boring after a while... i can't believe i actually said that. well, you know... it was a really nice day today. very sunny but not like, sweltering hot...there was a slight breeze that felt really nice. and the water was perfect! i ran into it with jon right when we got to the beach. it was just fun to stand there and let the tide crash against me and go "eeek!" like a little girl. my god, i'm starting to get cheesy. sorry. unfortunately, i barely tanned. i just became...less white. =/ oh well.

okay, i'm going to go study now. for real. but i sure am awfully unmotivated...