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Jun. 6th, 2006 | 08:38 pm

I"M ALIVE! uhm...no reason why it was necessary to yell that but ya know. Actually, you probably don't. I don't. I was only pretending. I'm going to Costa Rica in some time which makes me completely awesome. Ta-dah.

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May. 12th, 2006 | 08:56 pm

Life life life is good. But I think I'm getting sick.

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Apr. 22nd, 2006 | 02:23 am

Stuff and more stuff. So I took that hell thingy that you, Chelsey, raved about. I'm a terrible person. Kris beat me but she's one of the few, statistically speaking. Anywho, more stuff. Be well and etc.

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Apr. 9th, 2006 | 03:47 am

i are: ISTP

* moderately expressed introvert
* slightly expressed sensing personality
* moderately expressed thinking personality
* slightly expressed perceiving personality

The Crafter Artisans are not only concrete in speech and utilitarian in getting things done, they are also directive and attentive in their social roles. Though directive like their Promoter counterparts, their directiveness is leavened by a good deal of attentiveness and seclusiveness. They do not approach strangers readily, but once in contact do not hesitate to tell them what to do. And they can be quite forceful in this, such that others tend to do their bidding.

Like the other Artisans, Crafters live a life of artful action, but their particular nature is most easily seen in their mastery of tools of any and all kinds, from microscopic drill to supersonic jet, from potter's wheel to grand piano, from a camera to a clarinet. Sometimes Crafters will use their body as a tool. A tool is any implement that extends or varies our human powers -- vehicles, musical instruments, cutting devices, and weapons are just four of the many categories of the tools that surround us. Most of us use tools in some capacity, of course, but Crafters (only ten per cent of the general population) are the true virtuosos of tool work, with a natural ability to command tools, to bend them to their wishes, and to become adept at all the crafts requiring tool skills. Even from an early age Crafters are drawn to tools as to a magnet; tools fall into their hands demanding use, and they must manipulate them. Indeed, if a given tool, whether scalpel or earthmover, is operated with a precision that defies belief, that operator is likely an Crafter.

http://typelogic.com/istp.html <-more

Because I hate you all...enjoy. ^_^


HAVE YOU EVER:
(x) been drunk
(x) smoked pot
( ) snorted anything
(x) popped pills
(x) kissed a member of the opposite sex
(x) kissed a member of the same sex
( ) crashed a friend's car
( ) been to Japan
(x) ridden in a taxi
( ) met a movie star
(x) had sex
(x) been in love
(x) had sex in public
(x) been dumped
(x) dumped someone
(x) shoplifted
(x) been fired
( ) been in a fist fight
( ) had a threesome
(x) snuck out of my parent's house
(x) been tied up
(x) been caught masturbating
( ) broken an arm
(x) had a one night stand
( ) been arrested
( ) stolen parents' car (do other people's parents' car count?)
( ) made out with a stranger
(x) stole something from a job
( ) celebrated new years in time square
( ) gone on a blind date
(x) lied to a friend
(x) had a crush on a teacher
( ) celebrated mardi-gras in new orleans
( ) been to Europe
(x) skipped school
( ) skipped school solely to smoke pot
( ) slept with a co-worker
(x) cut myself on purpose
( ) had sex at the office
( ) been engaged
( ) been married
( ) gotten divorced
( ) had children
( ) seen someone die
( ) been to Africa
(x) slapped someone I loved
(x) Driven over 400 miles to attend a show/festival/fetish ball
( ) Flown somewhere to attend a show/festival/fetish ball
( ) Been to Canada
( ) Been to Mexico
( ) Been on a plane
(x) Seen the Rocky Horror Picture Show
( ) Thrown up in a bar
(x) Purposely set a part of myself on fire
(x) Told someone you hated them
(x) Told someone you loved them, romantically, and meant it
( ) Lived alone
( ) Been on a cruise ship
( ) Been on the subway
(x) Been on a train
( ) Been to Disney World
( ) Been to Disney Land
(x) Eaten Sushi
( ) Been snowboarding
(x) Had sex at a friend's house when they were throwing a party
(x) Given Oral Sex
( ) Met someone in person from the internet
(x) Watched two (or more) people have sex (not porn or webcam, real life)
(x) Eaten deer meat
( ) Been moshing at a concert
(x) Made someone bleed, on purpose
(x) had sex in a car
(x) messed around in a car
(x) messed around in a car with other ppl in it

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Apr. 9th, 2006 | 03:25 am

What do you get when you combine an all night diner, a four pack of Island Splash scented douches, a 44oz bag of plain M&M's, a roll of laminate and index cards? ^_^ Try it and see.

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Apr. 8th, 2006 | 03:40 am

^_^ I like life sometimes.

Ha! I'm not depressed. I had a very satisfactory day. I passed my history test. It would be more impressive if the class was not a joke. I got to class more than half an hour late though. That was a big oops. Once again, if that class were the least bit uhm...I want to say difficult but it's even worse than easy...serious I could brag about it. However, it's not and that is mildly depressing. Sometimes I wonder if Demitriev is trying to make some sort of point. Maybe someome complained that his classes were too difficult and now he's protesting by allowing everyone to pass sans effort. Anyway after that farce of a test, I walked to the library, fell down on a bench and took a nap. I slept for about two hours, long enough to get a sunburn and a kink in my neck...gum on my backpack too but I'm not sure how that happened. I'm hoping that I sat my backpack on it and that people weren't spitting their gum at me. After that I went to the mt got some coffee and made friends with a man who's dog's name is Sirus or Silus. I can't remember the man's name but I think it had a vowel in it...possibly near the beginning or maybe in the middle or at the end. He knows Karen though. She showed up. Olivia has a laugh which can get on my nerves. If I'm in a bad mood I just want to smack her with a 2x4 every time she laughs. However, Karen's laugh..mmm. It's like a mix between a titter and a neigh. Yeah, picture a horse in crinolines and a bonnet and you're there. She hung out quite a big longer than the guy, who seemed pretty cool for a stoner. Excellent. Anyway, I did the perfunctory socialization with Derrick. I wasn't really in the mood for prolonged interaction though so I sampled the merchandise instead. When the rain let up, I went for chinese with my mother. She had said that we needed to hang out so I suggested food. I was under the impression that she wanted to talk to me about something but perhaps I was wrong cause she didn't. Came home, drooled a bit and then crashed. Woke up about ten p.m. and felt like the world was upside down. It is a little disorienting waking up so late. Thank god, I managed to get ahold of Morris or he of me. I felt like a ghost. I needed to do something. +Morris +Nathan +Scott -Nathan+Olivia....-Scott -Olivia-Morris. Had a near miss with a party. Feh, now that I'm done with my listing maybe I can talk about something. I hate doing these detailed "this was what happened with my day" posts but when I say something like...eh, "I had an awesome day" I feel like I need to justify it, explain why. Although, to be honest, I could have summarized that into: passed the test, outdoor nap, coffee and free reading, chinese, indoor nap, oops I'm late but it turns out all right, fun with people and now I'm home. I think this past year has been utterly wasted. I suppose I'm young and allowed a certain amount of fuck-ups. I may have used up my quota for awhile though. So...I dropped my biology major because physics is awesome. Well, physics is awesome but I think it's more like hobby awesome. I had planned on majoring in it because I like it and then ending up doing research and teaching because besides weapons development what else do physicists do? I'm thinking that was a bad idea. Part of the reason I love physics is because it's all so elegant. I don't know if I'm able or would enjoy trying to cram aesthetics into pages of numbers. I don't know. I'm such a loser. People are supposed to have had that "ding" light bulb turns on I know what I'm supposed to do moment by my age...right? Feh, I'm special. My role in life is to be special and ta-dah I'm doing it very well. Durdehdur. Anyway, maybe I ought to go back to biology. I like knowing how cells break down glucose. It's rather sexy. I could switch to art. Art is delightfully useless. I love art and I'd have time for it that way. Why do I have to try everything out before I know whether it would be a good idea? I now know that psychology is not for me and I'm starting to wonder about physics...I'd love to continue in it just for fun but I don't know if that where I want to go. Chemistry is ok but too boring to major in, Anthropology makes for an occasional interesting read but definitely not right same as archeology, I'm a terrible singer and I can't play an instrument and being a hitman is probably not prudent for legal reasons...So, of all the things I've ever wanted to be I only have artist, writer, vet, zoologist, doctor and midwife left to try out. I guess I'm narrowing it down slowly. Oh well, I've always been a rather late bloomer. Moe brought forth/suggested an interesting idea/debate earlier. It had to do with whether you owe a duty to humanity to fulfill your potential. Do you owe something to your species beyond the minimum of passing on your genes? Do you have an obligation to aid your species in it's natural progression by devoting your talents to tasks that are beneficial to the environment or mankind? Or should the pursuit of happiness and self-fulfillment be enough? I'm not really sure. I think that doing so is good and noble but is it your duty as a human? I had always sort of stopped at the "don't fuck it up and if you have fucked it up try and fix it, you whore" line. I guess I'm not terribly pro-active. Hmm, lets move on to lighter and fluffier topics...like my pillow. I'm tired now. Goodnight.

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Apr. 6th, 2006 | 04:00 pm

All of a sudden, the world is a rather forboding place to be. Fegh, I have an anatomy test this evening. I scheduled it for eleven thirty. There's nothing like putting thing off until the last minute. I'm ugh dirty today. I bathed day before yestreday so I'm not completely filthy but damn am I getting close. I'm too dirty to take off my hat for sure. So, last night my mother both commented that I'm worrying her and that we need to hang out. I have a feeling that this is probably not a good hang out. I don't know what she has to say but there's plenty to chose from. It's kind of strange her noticing that I have problems though. I'm almost hopeful that good will come from this but probably not. Most likely she'll stress the importance of school and tell me that it doesn't matter what I feel and that I should "just do it" regardless. I hadn't realized I was so hard to read but she does seem to have a terrible time of it. Last time we spoke of school, I told her that I wasn't doing well and wanted to maybe quit for a while. Which is dumb..what else would I do? But she just blah-ed about finding a good job...now, I mean, in whatever field interests me. I was so close to crying that she thought I was getting angry. She responded the way she always responds to anger...she laughed at me. I retreated to my room. I'm really looking forward to a repeat of that. I could just avoid home when she's there. Sometimes, I don't see her for weeks as it is. Except, there is the possibility that something useful might be exchanged. I doubt it. Damn, I'm angsty, aren't I? I hate doing that. I should go smoke instead. Maybe that's what she wants to talk about...maybe she's discovered that I smoke or maybe they found all the booze in my room. That would be hilarious...my getting all worked up and it's nothing but booze. What is Tony doing? I'm running out of ways to waste time and productivity is beyond me. Ugh, I've even been driven to angsty drivel in order to pass the seconds. I should make him pay. Deg!

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Apr. 6th, 2006 | 01:33 am

Toodah! Today is an lj day. It's exciting. Not that lj is any different from xanga but I try to keep myself evenly spread and I've been neglecting lj. That's why it's exciting. So, I think I'm nearing my destination. Familiar sights all around me, it's almost time to stop and explore. Find the things that have changed and wallow in those that haven't. Aren't I a happy pig, having finally reached my wallow? Coherence is vastly overated it seems. I'm not coherent. That doesn't bother anyone...No, it doesn't bother you. You like it. In fact, you find it a refreshing change from the mundane posts normally scattered about. It's so wonderful you don't know how you're going to drag yourself away. You might even find yourself contemplating suicide at the end because you can't face life knowing that this post is over. And if you even start to suggest that I'm full of shit...boogeyman's gonna getcha! Hmmm, I'm sort of vacilating on whether or not to become angsty. I could pretend to be angsty about things that don't really bother me. You wouldn't know the difference. That does seem a mite dishonest though...Hmph, as if that has ever stopped me. I'm kidding of course. LJ is too sacred to profane with lies. It would be a degradation of the goodfluff that makes up LJ. I could never do anything that atrocious. It would be like murdering babies...of course, Tony says that babies aren't human and thus it's not really immoral to kill them... That's beside the point...filth! So on to my life, Morris is busy with Cassie. Doesn't really bother me. Apathy towards scholastics as well... Thoughts of alcohol, those are good. The idea of going home tonight, that one's a little unpleasant. Ireland, well I've always been fond of escapism. I'm not overly confident in realizing that one. It would be terribly nice. Still, I have no faith. No bets, but I might just be building towards a grand old depression. Who can say though, it could just be a side effect of alcohol abuse. Speaking of, have I mentioned that I'm terribly eager to abuse some alcohol. I hung out with Dianne a bit. She was a complete dear. Disrupted her sleep schedule to come with me to Sunshine. Much thanks to her. I really do need to go home tonight. Showering would be an excellent idea...as well as uhm stuff. Anyway, I'm off to the tinkle station. Ciaou.

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Apr. 3rd, 2006 | 06:53 pm

Kawai desu! ^_^ Totally squee. nothing like disfunctional fourteen year old boys getting it on to make you feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Anywho, take lyric for everyone:
"Without You I'm Nothing"
Placebo

Strange infatuation seems to grace the evening tide.
I'll take it by your side.
Such imagination seems to help the feeling slide.
I'll take it by your side.
Instant correlation sucks and breeds a pack of lies.
I'll take it by your side.
Oversaturation curls the skin and tans the hide.
I'll take it by your side.

tick - tock [x3]
tick - tick - tick - tick - tick - tock

I'm unclean, a libertine
And every time you vent your spleen,
I seem to lose the power of speech,
Your slipping slowly from my reach.
You grow me like an evergreen,
You never see the lonely me at all

I...
Take the plan, spin it sideways.
I...
Fall.
Without you, I'm Nothing.
Without you, I'm nothing.
Without you, I'm nothing.
Take the plan, spin it sideways.
Without you, I'm nothing at all.

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Apr. 3rd, 2006 | 10:50 am

Ahfoo! Fifty million pointless quizes! I want a nap now. That's cool though because soon I'll have anatomy and I always sleep through that. Frag, right? I forgot my coffee cup today. That is evil. Now I have to go disposable although I suppose I could pull a Moe and steal one from the trashcan. I've done it before. *sigh* I probably will because I'm a freak. So, life and stuff. I should study for the quiz we're going to have today. Except I can't find my bedamned lab book...which is so the suck. Arg, I'm so itchy. I think I've contracted the death..the itchy one. Either that or using the funny bar soap has dried out my skin...I'm betting on the death myself. Seems more likely somehow. So, Jay asked me if I am frothy today. I said yes, and then I certainly was, but now I think I might be deflating. It's hard to tell though when you're alone. I'm not staring into an invisible fog waiting for nothing to happen...that there is one of the best indicators of flacidity. But just because that's missing doesn't mean that I'm definitely frothy. I could be flacid but not greyed. So, I've lost track of what I'm talking about and why...that is an excellent sign that I'm finished here.

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