It's safe to say I absolutely love my new Psych class this semester.  I know it's uber-nerdy, but... yeah, I've pretty much read the whole book already.  I think the most interesting thing so far is Carl Jung's theory of the collective unconscious... and the idea of the human mind not as a storage facility but as a device used to tune into sort of a... universal knowledge.

Only... I'm pretty sure mine's broken.  If there really was a bunch of universal knowledge floating around, I wouldn't be such a dork all the time.

Cary Retlin is a genius... in a really intense, sorta-weird, "cute but possibly psycho" way.  Honestly, I think Mary Anne Spier is probably the best thing that's ever happened to him; I don't think anyone in our class would have been surprised if he ended up in federal prison in a few years on some sort of white-collar corporate embezzlement charge or insider trading or something.

Okay, that's kind of mean... but look at what my computer can do now!  CRAP CRAP CRAP!  Hehe.  He totally hacked the Sentry password and now I can surf the Internet "outside the jurisdiction of the oppressive thumb of Big Brother."  Like I said... cute, but psycho.  :)

Anyway, I'm FREE!   (At least when my mom's at work.)  I'm not sure exactly what he did... he kept talking about Brutus which I'm assuming is either what he's named his laptop, or the name of the program he was using... ?  Oh well.. I think the less I know, the better.  It took about an hour for the program to figure out the password and while we were waiting we actually had a sort of nice normal conversation about books and stuff.  (He was in my eighth grade English class when everything went down with Mr. Morley... sigh.) 

Whew!  Two and a half hours until my mom gets home.  Jeez... I can journal any time... I'm off to look at some good stuff!