Somewhere Over the Rainbow

Today's Human Learning and the Brain class should be interesting. I have decided that the author of our new book is a complete jerkface with a huge ego who spends most of his time talking out of his ass. Apparently I am interesting in classes where I hate the people we have to read. I shall try not to get too angry.

An example of an irritating incident in said book: He states that when you remember a song you remember only the intervals and cannot tell if it is replayed for you in a different key. However, I remember reading an article years ago that says that not only do people's speech patterns vary around a certain set pitch, but when asked to sing a song they have heard, they usually start very close to the pitch that the song starts on, indicating that people DO remember pitches as well as intervals. Since the author cites no sources other than his own induction, I call bullshit and get pissed. I did not pay $16 for this book to be fed a bunch of incorrect speculation.

On a completely unrelated subject, I got new glasses. They are terrifyingly trendy, and as such, have weird rounded edges that mess with my perspective and depth perception, leading me to feel slightly high while wearing them. I am not sure how I feel about this.

It seems as though my ground state has expanded to include a great deal of senseless anger. My apologies to everyone I offend these days--something about spring pisses me off lately, I guess.