Experiental Social Experiments

Yeah yeah, I know the title is redundant, it just sounded cooler that's all.

I have a new goal in Katimavik, this goal is perfect, because this is the perfect place to accomplish it.

Social experiments.

What?

That could mean many different things.

What I'm talking about is creating, observing, applying the scientific method to "experiments" in this household and to the people within it.

No, not laboratories, no strange chemicals, you could call them mind games.

What exactly am I doing?

I am devising ways of understanding humans!

Now now, you may think I'm rather egotistical, oh what's the word, I don't know, but I mean, why do I think I can take on such a massive and bold task?

Well, it's not terribly serious, it's mostly for kicks and for amusement, to make myself feel smart, I don't know, I just enjoy it okay?!

Get to the point, Gabe.

Okay, so far, I've experimented with the following things:

• How a person feels guilt, how they deal with it, how they hide/show it
• How many times a person blinks in a minute depending on certain activities
• Jealousy. Why and how someone feels jealous of something, someone

The first task was only a partial success. I had two subjects - K and A. K escaped without feeling guilt because at the last minute she remembered something.
A, however, certainly had the stimulus to -feel- guilt. It's been hard to see his reaction though, he's quite the quiet one.

The third task is currently in progress. I hope to see results soon.
I might explain the experiments a bit better later on. Then again, I've promised so many things on this blog.

Evil, isn't it?

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Drug of choice

I am a stupid, stupid boy.

I don't drink coffee, and I try to avoid caffeine things.

But you know what I did today?

Four cups, I just had four cups.

You know why? I was scared.

This self-induced "tripping-out" that's happening to me is to take my mind off all the drama that's happening in this house right now.

I know it's stupid, it actually aggravates the problem usually, I still took the coffee.

I can't stop shaking now, I anticipate hyperventilating soon.

I always have caffeine on the worst nights.

I can't stop myself.

Caffeine's a hell of a drug.

Breakslow

Ah, Katimamornings.

I hate them.

I'm pretty normal though.

I think that a very normal thought to have in the morning when you're woken up by banging on your bedroom door is: "Oh god, let me throw something at them, let me find something blunt and heavy to THROW AT THEM".

I also hate it when D wakes up like five minutes before my personal alarm clock rings, and he's all like "Come on Gabe, time to get up. Slowpoke!".

I DESPISE it.

If he even lightly taps me to make me wake up one day, I swear, he is getting a Katimamorningpunch to the FACE.

Yeah, today's one of those mornings.

I haven't blogged very much in the mornings, and yes, I've just woken up, after being one of the last people to go to bed.

Ooh no I didn't sleep very well either, it was a -very- windy night, and I'm right beside the window in my room and it -whistles-. It was a bit scary, at about 4:30 am too.

Today is another day packed with stuff, we've been doing stuff every day for the past week since we don't work anymore.

A couple workshops today.

Our PL's birthday is today, and she's leaving for half of the day.

Ah, breakfast now, I hate breakfast, I never eat breakfast but since breakfast is a "group activity", I have to wake up and attend breakfast.

Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

I almost got a CTI for being a few minutes late for breakfast once. Mad.

I think I'll blog about my little Katimachristmas sometime, maybe, I'm never good at promising certain types of blogs.

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You better not pout

I'm telling you why
Santa is coming, to town.

So today's activity with the Katimagroup was to go Christmas caroling in a senior's home. And beforehand, me, M, & J formed this club of people who weren't very much impressed by the idea of going caroling.

But you know what?

I disbanded the club afterward.

I had a genuinely good time, I really did. My job was to hold the papers with the notes and lyrics to the carols in front of D., the local guitar shop owner who is quite a singer and guitarist, and for A1 who didn't seem to play guitar nearly as much as he seemed to want to. Turns out B Flats are chords unheard of to him.

But anyway, we dazzled through the hallways of this massive centre, distributing hot apple cider (because really cold apple cider is just so untraditional, you know?) and singing our lungs out.

Ah, the looks on all the seniors' faces, it was simply heartwarming, it was.

Hitting the high notes was quite amusing for A2, because she was noticing how badly I could hit them. Silent Night was especially gruesome.

Yesterday was one of my Quiet Days again, it was a sort of a mourning day for me, even though there wasn't anything physical to mourn over. I spent most of my day in my bedroom, away from all the zombies of this house.

But I went to sleep happy, very happy indeed, so today I woke up feeling content, not as ecstatic as when I went to sleep, but enough to have a most pleasant day.

Ah, I really do have something concrete to look forward to after Katimavik, I'm so happy about it. It's just such an awesome idea, it fills me with joy.

What is it, what is it?

No, I can't reveal it, it might jinx it from ever happening.

This idea will give me things to think about when I have nothing else to think about except losing The Game.

I lost.

On that note, goodnight, sleep in time for me tomorrow, and work is done for another three weeks when I will find out what I'll be doing in Ste-Marie!

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I just had to say

Yes yes I know it's unconventional for me to blog one day after the next, let alone blog twice in a day, but I just had to say that I am listening to the corniest songs on the local radio station while covering front desk as receptionist.

I am terribly bored, but this office is pretty sweet so I'm not letting my Katimacoworker take over (:.

Listening on the messages left by people on the giant phone switchboard-thing is pretty interesting too.

Obviously, I don't answer the phone, with regards to my very slight phobia of them, especially strangers on them.

Oh man it's ringing right now.

NO I WILL NOT ANSWER, LEAVE A MESSAGE THANKS.

"1, 2, 3, 4 tell me that you love me more la la la!"

Okay so that's not as corny anymore, but most of the time it is, okay?

MY FM?

More like...

YOUR FM.

...

Final presentation in three hours, we're gonna rock the Senior's Centre.

Good day folks.

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Let's touch base on flow charts, okay?

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