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Tuesday, August 30, 2005

Question of the Day...

Read this question, come up with an answer and then scroll down to the bottom for the result. This is not a trick question.

It is as it reads. No one I knew has gotten it right, UNLESS...

A woman, while at the funeral of her own mother, met this guy whom she did not know. She thought this guy was amazing, so much her dream guy she believed him to be, that she fell in love with him right there, but never asked for his number and could not find him. A few days later she killed her sister.

Question: What is her motive for killing her sister?

(Give this some thought before you answer) THEN Scroll down...

Answer: She was hoping the guy would appear at the funeral again.

If you answered this correctly, you think like a psychopath.

This was a test by a famous American Psychologist used to test if one has the same mentality as a killer. Many arrested serial killers took part in the test and answered the question correctly.

If you didn't answer the question correctly, good for you.

If you got the answer correct, well... then... don't talk to me ever again.

I dunno guys. I thought that might be an answer when I first read this. I mean you gotta put yourself in the mind-frame of the criminal, right? But I answered differently. So what does that make me????

I guess it's a good thing I'm studying psychology and that I want to go into law enforcement and criminal intelligence.

Monday, August 29, 2005

Brain Transplant...

In the hospital the relatives gathered in the waiting room, where their family member lay gravely ill.
Finally, the doctor came in looking tired and somber.
"I'm afraid I'm the bearer of bad news," he said as he surveyed the worried faces.
"The only hope left for your loved one at this time is a brain transplant. It's an experimental procedure, very risky but it is the only hope.
Insurance will cover the procedure, but you will have to pay for the brain yourselves."
The family members sat silent as they absorbed teh news. After a great lenth of time, someone asked, "Well, how much does a brain cost?"
The doctor quickly responded, "$5,000 for a male brain, and $200 for a female brain."
The moment turned awkward. Men in the room tried not to smile, avoiding eye contact with the women, but some actually smirked.
A man unable to control his curiousity, blurted out the question everyone wanted to ask, "Why is the male brain so much more?"
The doctor smiled at the childish innocence and explained to the entire group, "It's just standard pricing procedure. We have to mark down the price of the female brains, because they've actually been used."

Thursday, August 25, 2005

Choices, Choices, Choices...

Ok... so I'm forced to give up the Police Academy. Something I've been waiting to do for a good long while too (not just cuz Carmel will get a gun either).
The Academy is full time and by full time I mean not just 8 hours every day. So we are encouraged not to have other classes or even a part time job while we are going through it. And by encouraged, I mean they tell us we "shouldn't."
Sucks really. My choice is to either finish UCI and work being able to pay off my bills OR go join the Academy and not work but incrue debt for 6 months.
So I'm going to do what's best and earn my degree at UCI. Then I'll try and get any PD to sponsor me so THEY can pay for my Academy training and pay ME while I go thru it.

Thursday, August 18, 2005

On the Verge of Recovery...

For the few who know, thanks for checking up on me and asking how I'm doing and for all your prayers too. They still don't know what's wrong. But I feel like I'm getting better. I really do.

As a friend reminded me yesterday, I am a strong woman. I just needed to remember that fact. So thanks to those who worry about me and care.

Saturday, August 06, 2005


I seriously find that friends I can actually call at any given time... are very few. It's sad.

Thursday, August 04, 2005

Free Writing...

I just feel like writing...
What about?
-Nothing specific.
I just feel like writing.

I currently have a bunch of thought trains running through my head. Nothing bad or drastic. Just a bunch of trains carrying different thoughts on different paths and some criss crossing and some running into other thoughts. So yeah... this writing is for me... to put my thoughts however mungled up... into words.

Is "mungled" a word yet? If it isn't I just coined it. If it is, then I at least used a proper word.

-Ah, l'amour. It brings a lot of joy to my life.

-Family just got a dog that they rescued from a shelter. Poor pup has most likely been abused. He's a handsome fella though and really loves to be petted. His confidence is still lacking. But he will improve when he realizes he's in a good and loving environment.

-I'll be starting summer school this Monday. Something I honestly dread. I acknowledge school no longer provides any motivation for me. I'm simply paying thousands of dollars to suffer for 4 years. So I can receive a piece of paper with a shiny gold sticker on it that pretty much says, "Good job." I firmly believe the government would benefit more if they paid students to learn. It would be a fantastic motivator. Get better grades = get more money. The country actually has an educated people. And the work force improves. But of course, that would just put the world off kilter, because something might actually make sense.

-Well to change the topic... I currently have a fear that isn't really a fear. When I think about this "fear"... I find uneasiness but at the same time a vast amount of comfort. So I can't really call it fear because I'm not really afraid. It's just something I have to be courageous about.

-The apartment I moved into last year... and just recently moved out of is totally empty. It's pretty depressing to look into it and think for once I had a place of my own. I miss it. I can't wait til I either graduate and move... or simply can afford to move out on my own.

-I really wonder why wisdom teeth are called "wisdom teeth." They only have brought pain and turmoil upon my person. I highly doubt they've added any wisdom to my brain. They are currently trying to bring more pain to me. I wish I just had all four of them taken out rather than the bottom ones first. The top ones are really making a statement with their entrance. Wisdom teeth my butt. I ought to knock out the person who started calling them that... just like I knocked out the drunk lady in front of the liquor store who hit me with her purse. But that's another story... for another time...

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