I don’t know how many of you out there have had the problem, but one of the most difficult parts of writing a research paper, or doing research yourself, is coming up with a topic. This is often the most arduous, horrible, and anxiety ridden portion, after that it sort of flows nicely into a terrible paper which nobody else understands. At least the stressful part is then over. So how do I come up with a topic when I write a paper. Well, most of the time, lacking any original ideas of my own, I steal ideas from my friends, or simply plagarize ideas in already published literature. No, I am kidding. I would never do that. Or, I should stipulate, I have never been that desperate. Sometimes the topic is given to you, then that part is out of your hands. This does not usually happen. So, when racking my brains and cruising the current literature proves fruitless, I turn to the age old topic of sex. Yes folks, that’s right. I have written at least 2 sizable papers all about sex. And, since I know that you are all itching to read more on the topic, I though I’d include them on my website. The first one was for a UCFV biology class (Biol 416) about evolution (the evolution of sex…. just think, the topics are endless…) and the second was for an ecology class at SFU (BISC 304) which centered more on animal behaviour (wow!).
So what did I do for my research project in Psychology 201 this semester? The one where we had to actually do real experimentation? Gasp, shudder. The one where there are only 5 guys in the class (as opposed to 75 women)? Naturally, I did my experiment, and wrote the paper on: DEPRESSION. Although, my first ideas were MUCH more interesting ; )
I have recurring dreams (while I am asleep too, I might ad). I am not afraid to admit to this, even though those less educated of my prior acquaintances might label this as a form of frenetic mental activity (though not in the same words). Imagine that you have the dream that all of your life itself was a dream, and you have just woken up. You are a middle aged, single, white male. You remember your “dream” vividly, and you know who you really are too. You are sleeping in a run down apartment complex that likely should have been demolished to build expensive condominiums (leaky ones at that…). The phone rings. Its your boss, and since you overslept for the last time, you are no longer required in the “stun” line at the slaughterhouse. It look like things are bad. Suddenly the fear you had about the Biochemistry final exam tomorrow (the dream… remember?) becomes a little more distant, and a little more desirable. There are three courses of action apparent to your rapidly shrinking brain (it happens after you turn 20, believe me, I know). A). You can start your new and exciting career as one of those guys pushing pilfered shopping carts filled with pop cans. B). You can sell all of your possessions, go to Las Vegas, and ultimately die, cognitively spent and monetarily worthless, in a gutter somewhere. C). You could find a job starring in infomercials where you peddle knives and other household items that only seem extra special while on TV, and seem just like anything else once they are shipped and out of the protective wrapping. Or, finally D) You can go back to sleep, and hope like hell your dream returns.
What do YOU do?
I wish someone would change the way HTML works because I seem to have a lot of issues with capitalization!
I have also been told that I use too many (brackets).