Wow. I just found an article somewhere, while hitting one of my regular sites, about Class B Dealers, or something similar to that. That's the fancy-schmancy name for the people who respond to "free to a good home" ads by taking the animals and selling them to labs where they're going to either be in pain, die, or both, or doing the same thing with animals from shelters, which they can get for $10 because of their status. Apparently this happens a lot to strays - i.e. animals that might have been someone's family. Whether they have tags on them or not. I just...I know sometimes animal testing leads to good things. My cousin was saved by cancer treatments that probably had animal testing somewhere along the line. But so often it's for ridiculous stuff - makeup? Like anything needs to die for that. Or shampoo, or whatever. And I know it probably doesn't make sense in the logical sort of way, but I wouldn't want someone to take one of our dogs; even if it was for a medical lab or a vet. school or whatever. It was pretty upsetting when our dog got hit by a car, let alone knowing that he's lost and with people he doesn't know hurting him? For what, some spoiled brat's facepaint? So someone can get a degree to save animals by killing some to cut up? I don't understand, because I'm sure a lot of people think it's okay if it's a dog or cat, so long as it's not THEIR dog or cat. But that makes about as much sense as saying that one person's life is worth more than another's, just because you know them. Somebody else knows that other person. The lost animals don't deserve to get hurt just because nobody loves them any more than lost people deserve that. They're still alive, sentient. I don't even know where I'm going with this. I just don't get it.

Ick. Gwen Stefani is all sold-out and skanked up, and it's scary. Something that nobody should ever have to witness is their little sister singing along with a song that says "do me real hard" and something about do me fast in a car. That memory will remain with me for life, and not in a good way.

Anyways, recap of recent events, starting with Wednesday:

AQT practice in the morning, nothing unusual. We had a speaker that was pretty cool - much better than I thought he'd be. I personally thought there were a few small flaws in his philosophy, but it's a good message either way, and an honorable goal. More patience than I'd have. Plus I like hugging people so the whole 16 hugs a day bit is good.

Thursday, school was as per usual, and after school I went to a fancy schmancy event with Jessica. She has a cousin that's a famous photographer type. We went to this thing that was a string quartet, that lasted TWO FREAKIN' HOURS, cost $10 to go to, and was sooooooo boring. The 20 minute part that was inspired by her cousin's photo was interesting, but the rest...holy crap I have never been so bored in my life. And then her asinine uncle got all pissed at us because we were texting. Texting, people, c'mon! Our phones were making no noises, the only indication that we weren't listening was that we were looking at our seats. Jessica even had some old lady that she didn't know whack her on the shoulder with a pamphlet. And old people complain about our manners...I missed Mr. Turner's book signing, I hope it went well though.

Friday was our celebration of Alicia's birthday, via going to Springfield. It was interesting - the mall there is biggish, and the Spencer's has room to breathe in, which is a very refreshing change. They had a shower display there that was a little teensy shower. It looked like an Oompa-Loompa shower, and it had wheels. (yes, this is going somewhere) These people came in and moved it, there was a HUGE amount of dust-bunnies underneath it, and four of those things that you can use to pull out a thick-strap thing and make an enclosure with were standing roughly around it. First Casey made an enclosure around the dust bunnies. We said it was a cage. (this was while Alicia and Lydia were off doing something, he, Jessica, and I had to find some way to amuse ourselves...) Then he got the brilliant idea to pull over this HUGE potted tree...probably 5'-6' tall inside the pot, and the pot added another 2'-3' to it, it was about that wide too...and put it in the enclosure. We warned passing strangers to the dangers of the man-eating tree. I used a piece of steno-notebook paper to make a ghetto little sign that said "Killer Man-Eating Tree (that's why there's a cage around it) Stay back for your own safety!" and had a little drawing of a tree with an angry-looking face that had a stick-figure sticking out of its mouth. It was highly amusing, and pictures were taken(that will probably be posted at some point). I just wish we would've been there when the security guards found it. I also found the second Stitch 'N Bitch book for $7 at some bookstore.

After we got home, I went and got LeAnn, and she spent the night. We amused ourselves well enough, between the internet, talking, and the internet. It's refreshing to just lay around and talk instead of running all over once in a while (though I'm usually a fan of the going places doing things type of sociality...which is a word now whether it was before or not...). She left around noon today, I didn't do anything, and went into Joplin w/my mom and sister, Ashley went to the movies, and mom and I messed around in town until the movie was over. I got a new crochet hook at Michael's(I think part of the reason that I'm having a hard time is because the other one I have is shorter and wider...also I had a 40% off coupon and had to use it on SOMETHING), and the first Stitch 'N Bitch book at BAM. Casey has some cute coworkers, too...

So, you're all recapped. Think I'm going to bed now.

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LeAnn's still over here and we're mostly laying around taking quizzes...although I need to shower sometime soon...more details on the last few days later...

Oh yeah, I forgot. Big Brother decided to unground me from the computers as of today. No more zeros on school work for stuff that I can't do, yay.

Mr. Turner has a book signing at the Neosho Library this Thursday at 7 - you should all go! I'll hopefully be there, I just went earlier today...turns out that literally over half of the books I wanted to check out magically got checked out between the last time I looked them up online and now. Gragh. Maybe they'll be there Thursday.

People continue to astound and amaze me. It's like one of those cheesy magic shows, with more irritation and less...uhh...magic? Anyways, two stories to prove the point.

Story number one: There's two people, let's call them A and B. A is a freshman, B is a senior, I'm not horribly fond of either of them. Apparently B had a party Saturday night, a combined birthday party of her and her brother's(who's a sophomore). A got drunk, peed herself, and puked. B proceeded to announce this in front of the entire first hour class, including the teacher, told all of us to tell everyone we know, told her second hour class, and bragged about how she phoned into a radio station and had them announce it over the air.

Okay now. W...T...F? I can understand teasing her some. But telling everyone you know, having it announced over the radio? Hey, newsflash, this just in: When people get really drunk, they puke, pee, and do stupid things. That's really, in fact, about all people do when they get drunk. Or maybe whine a lot if they're one of the emo drunks. I'm sure B has probably puked all over herself or someone. Aside from this whole scenario of telling everyone being asinine, I'm sure with how Diamond is it will eventually get back to A's mother. I don't know if A's mom is the type of person to do this, but it's not the brightest idea to go around telling everyone including teachers that you provided alcohol to an underage person when you're underage yourself. Duh. Just a duh, and an oh-shut-up-don't-be-an-ass to the situation in general.

Situation #2 - here's a tip that I assumed was common knowledge: If you want something to be a secret, it's generally a good idea to NOT TELL PEOPLE. If you don't want people to know something, then do not tell other people about it. Once again, duh.

Speaking of ranty things, I came across this link via Mr. T's blog. Holy freakin' crap. I don't know if the situation had to do anything with the family being Hispanic or not, but it's ridiculous either way. This is the second or third situation like this I've heard of in the past six months. What if his pets were in the garage? What if his kid or someone had been stuck in the car?! I completely agree with the editorial - these people who are praised so highly in some circles and who are supposed to be around to help the public totally and completely failed, in an utterly disgusting manner.

Ugh. I hate American Idol. It's taking up two hours of programming that could be filled with intelligent or humorous material(oh wait, this is TV we're talking about...).

Back to Mr. T's blog, there was a comment on a recent entry that made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Thanks to whoever made it('cause I'm assuming they read this, from the nature of the comment). It also made me think of two Calvin and Hobbes comics...



(mostly that one)



(that one came next in thought association)

Off to do trig homework...yummy...

Recent keyword activity: "the reality is always boring", the URL for this site(borrrrring), and "streetlight manifesto hoodie"(whoever that was, if you visit again: good taste in music dude!). All through Google. I also keep getting a lot of people coming from other blogs that I've never heard of, which makes me wonder if they're using the "next blog" or random blog or whatever link. I'm almost sure of that, because half of the blogs are in languages I can't even read :P Or for that matter, identify the alphabet of.

So how’s this for synchroneity? (which is supposedly the right spelling, but looks funny to me...oh well) Months ago, there was some song in the background of Grey’s Anatomy that I liked, and I could NOT find the lyrics for, no matter *what* I searched. I finally found the band(Authority Zero) a week or two ago. Day before yesterday, I had my mp3 playlist set on random, and the exact song came up. Turns out it’s on Rock Against Bush 1. Could’ve saved me a whole lot of trouble if I’d realized that in the first place...

I should be going shopping later with Lydia, maybe Alicia/LeAnn/Jessica. But probably just Lydia and Alicia.

I emailed the Clampdown(which is the aforementioned band that I really want to see), and apparently the show this Friday was moved to March 4th. Whatever, I’m still getting there.

I have concluded that this weekend just sucks. Unless tomorrow is just really kickass, the entire weekend will have been one big bad-mood-making festivity. And since it's snowing outside I might not get to DO anything tomorrow in the first place.

But yeah, so I'm not going to the concert because Jessica doesn't want to go, and I can't find anyone else to go. I'm not doing so well in the people department, in between various things. It's probably a good thing I'm not going anywhere because I'm feeling kind of rawr-antisocial-y.

Note to self and the people who read my blog that might want to go with me: There's a show in on Friday that has a band I really want to see(because they're supposed to be good, and they're named after my favorite song EVER...it's a Clash song). I am going to get there. Somehow.

Actually, since I know I'll forget or the computer will lock up and I'll lose the sites otherwise(and I already have this window open, as opposed to opening wordpad):

-Macon show on Saturday at the Quake, $8 day of show, $6 before, Vintage Stock is selling tickets
-there's a Humane Society benefit on March 3rd that sounds decent, at Carthage Memorial Hall, no price listed...need to check back on that one.

So, I guess I'll go make my skirt now, and maybe watch Serenity again if I can get it back from my grandma tonight...

Blah. So it looks like I'm not going to the college thing after all.

The weather was so nasty that Lydia wasn't allowed to drive, so we couldn't do anything. I went to Joplin with my family to look at a car that we'll probably end up getting tomorrow. Then we went to...well I don't remember, except we stopped by JoAnn's and I got the things I need to make this skirt...and a crochet hook(so I don't have to steal one from Mr. Curran). I think I finally found a decent online tute, but I don't want to look at the computer screen and I'm not sure if my mom wants me printing about 80ish pages(for crocheting + knitting). Anyways, since I wasn't doing anything else I thought I'd invite LeAnn over for tonight, but that didn't work out anyways. Oh well.

I'm debating whether to go to the concert tomorrow night or not. It could be fun, but I dunno...hopefully the roads aren't icky, because if they are then I definitely won't be going.

I'm really tired for no reason, a grr and an argh to general ickyfeelingness.

Interesting. Two people found my site through a google search for "shiba inu hell dog demon about" and "hair stencils leopard spots". Or something similar, I think I lost whatever page it was, or they were deleted because it was a while ago, or something.

It snowed. I dunno if I'll get to do anything due to the snow and apparently nasty roads(or so says my dad). I'm supposed to go thrifting/malling with Lydia and then I want to hit the Neosho library sometime today.

Yay, apparently some people are calming down/opening up.

The last 24 hours have not been good to me.

I spent five hours, ish, working on a top last night, only to have it not fit right. I think there might be a solution, but it's still really annoying. The 30 minute t-shirt makeover worked well though.

I'm really tired for no reason, and LeAnn might not get to spend the night. I'm irritated at being broke because no matter what way I stretch the (very little) money I have left/can get, there's probably not enough to make a project that's nagging at me to get done. I guess it's not THAT big of a deal, because it's a skirt and god knows it's wayyyyy too cold for skirts outside. But it'd be a really cute skirt. *pouts* It's an addiction, I swear. But yeah, I want it to get WARM already! warm warm warm!

I'm feeling better now though. Earlier I was feeling very cranky/headachey/insane-mood-swingy...I think my blood sugar was all wonky, I had two cookies and a fruit roll up and I'm feeling much more sane now. So yeah...off to mess with more stuff and see if I can figure out knitting from a bunch of pictures. Speaking of addiction/obsession with making things, I had a dream last night that I stole a crochet hook from my bio teacher in class. Don't ask me why he had it. I think this comes from me wanting to learn knitting and crocheting(is that a word?) out of curiousity and I don't have enough money to buy a crochet hook yet. Either way, it was a weird dream.

And LeAnn just called saying she can't do anything as it turns out. Freaking figures. I didn't plan anything all day today due to that and my little brother, and it falls through. She might be able to spend the night Sunday night, I guess.

American Idol is annoying. I don't get the big fuss over it. And they're unecessarily mean to the contestants. I know I'm just a bleeding heart or whatever, but sheeeeesh.

Ugh. More Abu Ghraib photos. Yippee. Whether they're(being these new ones) real or not, the whole thing still absolutely disgusts me. The soldiers who did it are in trouble, my ass. They knew about it all the way up. And I'm also sick of hearing about how the "liberal" media('cause there's oh-so-much of that) blew it out of proportion and how they're whining over nothing. 75% of the people at Abu Ghraib were proven to be innocent. Regardless of this, they were still told to fish their food out of toilets, got broomsticks shoved up their butt, I'm remembering beaten and also possible rape cases but I'm a little rusty on the whole thing - but naaaah, it was all humane. Nothing wrong there.

And while I'm ranting, W T F is up with the whole bathroom deal at school. I think I've discussed this before. I'm a fricking 17 year old, I should be allowed to go to the expletive bathroom. I can understand the idea of telling the teacher beforehand, but unless a person has a record of having extremely long(in excess of ten minutes) bathroom breaks or just walking out of class, there is absolutely NO reason for a student to NOT be allowed to go to the bathroom. How well d'you think we'll be able to work when we can concentrate on anything other than how bad we have to pee? Answer: Not very. And yet, it's somehow okay that a teacher walk out whenever *they* feel the urge to go. It really pisses me off that I have to ask permission to do one of the most basic of human functions(this is up there with not being able to eat and drink in class, which also makes me irritable), and then get denied just because some idiot is on a power trip. And then not be able to do my homework ANYWAYS.

On a happier note, I'm all caught up on my trig homework.

On an unhappier note, I probably won't get to do the overnight college stay.

On a happier note, WE HAVE A FOUR DAY WEEKEND. Freaking YES.

Also on a happier note, the Bridge is having a show on Sunday, and one of the bands I've been meaning to see is playing. Unhappy note, I don't have $7 to get in. Boo. *note to self: come up with that*

Eeek. Also on an unhappy note, I need to come up with a few books. For the LA-IV research paper. That I also don't have the money for.

Grrrr I need a job.

I dislike people with victim/martyr complexes. I hate it when every conflict over everything becomes an issue of "oh, you just don't like me because I'm blank." Whether it's conservative or Christian or liberal or anything else, it gets really old about the third time you hear it. If you have a valid reason to complain, great. Complain. Change things. If you don't have a valid reason to complain, and/or you're just nitpicking really small things, please, stop complaining and save the rest of our ears. Pretty please?

Alicia's ramble got me reminded of something I was thinking about. People are really weird. I was thinking about death the other day(it was relevant, not just out of morbid curiousity), and I don't understand why people get so upset about death. It's irrational. They say they're crying for the person, but really, they can't be. The person is gone. Wherever they're at, whatever you believe in, or don't, you can't change them being gone. And you can't argue that whatever made them them(whether it's a soul or electricity running around betwixt synapses), isn't gone, because if it was still there they'd be alive. I don't know if I'm making sense. I'm not saying I don't cry, I cried quite a bit when our dog died, but I don't really understand it either. I guess we cry because we miss them? Or what?

I want cable so I can watch the Fairly Oddparents. And the Grim Adventures of Billy and Mandy. Other cartoons too, but those two mostly. Jessica's got me addicted. Also to Jones soda.

LMAO. Shane made Mrs. Fidler mad today. We were all telling Chuck Norris jokes and she got all mad and gave us an extra assignment. So I did the extra assignment perfectly and I'm going to attach a list of Chuck Norris facts to it. Woohoo.

One day 'til the exceptionally long weekend...

You know, Pink has always struck me as pretty cool, but this just concretes it:

(regarding her video for "Stupid Girls"...which you can see the lyrics for here)

I feel like so many women have been out there fighting for our independence and our equality and to further our rights, and girls like this come along and wipe out all of our progress and they push this size-zero image that's unattainable for the average person. No girl needs any more reasons to think that her boobs aren't big enough [because of] this mindless, unquestioning consumerism...In every tabloid [has been the headline], "A Chubby Pink Walking Her Dogs," and I laugh at it because I don't, at the end of the day, [care] what these people [think]. They're not feeding me, they're not clothing me, and they're not having sex with me...and they're not my dogs.

Right on.

On a totally different note...I hate this day. I don't really dislike Valentine's Day all that much by itself(although it is a little sugary-sweet for my taste, stereotypical, not a big fan of pink, and diamonds don't do anything for me), but I just had a really bad day today. I woke up feeling like CRAP - but I couldn't stay home because I missed 2 days last week. I go to school and it's all pink heart and flowers mania and I'm sitting there thinking...well...not really thinking anything other than a monotonic(is that a word? it is now) GRRRR going through my head. Wanted to snap at people over nothing all day.

But hey, Chuck Norris facts!

Chuck Norris' tears cure cancer. Too bad he has never cried.

Chuck Norris does not sleep. He waits.

Chuck Norris is currently suing NBC, claiming Law and Order are trademarked names for his left and right legs.

The chief export of Chuck Norris is pain.

If you can see Chuck Norris, he can see you. If you can't see Chuck Norris you may be only seconds away from death.

Chuck Norris built a time machine and went back in time to stop the JFK assassination. As Oswald shot, Chuck met all three bullets with his beard, deflecting them. JFK's head exploded out of sheer amazement.

Chuck Norris sold his soul to the devil for his rugged good looks and unparalleled martial arts ability. Shortly after the transaction was finalized, Chuck roundhouse kicked the devil in the face and took his soul back. The devil, who appreciates irony, couldn't stay mad and admitted he should have seen it coming. They now play poker every second Wednesday of the month.

When the Boogeyman goes to sleep every night he checks his closet for Chuck Norris.

Chuck Norris does not hunt because the word hunting infers the probability of failure. Chuck Norris goes killing.

A blind man once stepped on Chuck Norris' shoe. Chuck replied, "Don't you know who I am? I'm Chuck Norris!" The mere mention of his name cured this man blindness. Sadly the first, last, and only thing this man ever saw, was a fatal roundhouse delivered by Chuck Norris.

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles is based on a true story: Chuck Norris once ate a turtle whole, and when he crapped it out, the turtle was six feet tall and had learned karate.

When Chuck Norris sends in his taxes, he sends blank forms and includes only a picture of himself, crouched and ready to attack. Chuck Norris has not had to pay taxes ever.

Someone once tried to tell Chuck Norris that roundhouse kicks aren't the best way to kick someone. This has been recorded by historians as the worst mistake anyone has ever made.

The quickest way to a man's heart is with Chuck Norris's fist.

Chuck Norris challenged a statue to a staring contest. Chuck remains undefeated.

Chuck Norris is not hung like a horse... horses are hung like Chuck Norris.

If you ask Chuck Norris what time it is, he always says, "Two seconds till." After you ask, "Two seconds to what?" he roundhouse kicks you in the face.

Chuck Norris sleeps with a night light. Not because Chuck Norris is afraid of the dark, but the dark is afraid of Chuck Norris.

The grass is always greener on the other side, unless Chuck Norris has been there. In that case the grass is most likely soaked in blood and tears.

Chuck Norris once bet NASA he could survive re-entry without a spacesuit. On July 19th, 1999, a naked Chuck Norris re-entered the earth's atmosphere, streaking over 14 states and reaching a temperature of 3000 degrees. An embarrassed NASA publically claimed it was a meteor, and still owes him a beer.

If Chuck Norris is late, time better slow the hell down.

Chuck Norris doesn't read books. He stares them down until he gets the information he wants.

It's snowing outside. Yippee! And the snow actually looks like it has some chance of sticking.

I just bought some grommet tape off eBay. Yay again.

Yesterday I did stay home sick, I felt pretty icky off and on all day. I did go to JoAnn's with my mom, turn in my application, and buy the few things I needed(interfacing, buttons, and lining material) to revamp the earlier seen pleated plaid skirt that I cut too short, into this:



(excuse the pj-esque clothes)





The only bad thing is that it doesn't have enough room to fit my mp3 player and headphones in there. However, someone gave me the brilliant idea to add a black pocket to the outside, which I'll be doing tomorrow probably - plans with Jessica and Alicia(who, for once in months and months and months, has a Saturday off) today.

Off to vacuum...wheee....

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(hahaha)

BLARGH.

The one really nifty cool thing that happened today:

I got a phonecall from Stephens College in Columbia, who I emailed about visit dates and overnight stays. My mom was at home at the time and told me about it, so I called them back. The nights they were talking about were April 8, which is prom and also AQT districts, so I couldn't go then even if I was eager to skip prom(which might come about, except that I have a nifty dress I got so I have to go), and April 15, which I can't do because that's the weekend of a family trip thing. I talked to the girl at the admissions office about this, and she said that there's a Friday-Saturday thing - March 3rd and 4th - where I would go, check in at one-ish, talk with interns and students and such, spend a night in the dorms, and then there's an all-day fashion show on Saturday, which coincidentally enough is my area of interest. Unfortunately however, this is the same weekend that my mom has reservations for Las Vegas with her mom, and so she will not be able to take me. My aunt might be able to, or maybe my grandma, though. I hope so, 'cause it'd be the epitome of niftiness.

The irritating things:

I have felt like CRAP off and on all day today. Just really tired/icky/coughy/sore-throaty/pounding headachey. Bleargh blah blah.

I dun like school. It's all repetitive and headache-inducing(or whatever the technical term is for making a headache worse, which was the case today).

Not really irritating, but apparently Mr. Keeley died. He's the owner of a local skating rink. Jessica called and told me this. I wasn't horribly upset, the guy had never been nice to me or my family(actually, he went out of his way to be an ass to most of us), so yeah. *shrugs*

I got a call from guess-who last night. Same old, same old. Life sucks and blah blah blah blah. I just have to wonder WHY he calls me. I mean, all he does is complain and moan about how sometimes he wishes he wasn't alive and such, and we are obviously not close, and he has real friends that he actually sees in person on a periodic basis(like say, every day? and if you haven't figured it out thus far, it'd be Spencer I speak of) to complain to. So why me? Is it because on the phone people are more of a captive audience? Anyways, the really irritating thing; at the beginning of the conversation he asked if I was going to prom(at Diamond, not at his school). I said yes. He asked if I had a date, and I said no, and then changed the subject because I didn't like where that one was going. Later, I told him I was getting off the phone because I wanted to watch Bones. He abruptly goes "So you're going to prom, right?"

"...yeeeesss..."
"And you're not going with anyone?"
"Not right now, no...."
"Do you want me to go with you?"
"...no..."
(and this is where it starts to bother me. Because up until here, it was a decent thing to offer, but to keep pushing and pushing and trying to guilt me into taking HIM to MY prom is just...asinine)
"Why not?"
"Because I don't want to go with anyone right now."
"Yeah, or you just hate your ex-boyfriend..."
"*sigh* No, because Jessica wants me to go with some of her friends and I haven't asked any of them. I just don't want to right now. I might change my mind later, but I don't want a date now."
"Why not?"
"Because I think I'll have just as much fun without a date and I don't feel like dealing with it?"
"So why're you even going?"
"Umm...because I have a dress and it should be fun?"
"Why'd you buy a dress then?"
"It was on sale for $30 and it's probably a $300 dress."
"Oh. Okay. Well, are you sure?"
"...yes..."
"Okay, I just thought I'd offer, I didn't want you to feel bad or anything."

GRRRRRR. Like I said, how asinine/pathetic can you get? Trying so hard to get someone(your ex-girlfriend nonetheless) to try to take you to a prom that's not even at your friggin' school? And pushing it? After I plainly stated, no I do not want to go with you? Also, the guilt trip thing? Yeah, that's not an asshole thing to do or anything. It's always cool to manipulate people with those.

I finished the long boring fantasy book with stupid and overly obvious metaphors(in the bad way) today. Yay, now I can read something decent.

More blogthings(they're addictive):

You Are the Swedish Chef

"Bork! Bork! Bork!" Your happy and energetic - with borderline manic tendencies. No one really gets you. And frankly, you don't even get you. But, you sure can whip up a great chocolate mousse

The Muppet Personality Test

What Your Underwear Says About You

You tend to buy new underwear instead of doing laundry. You're comfortable in your own skin - and don't care to impress anyone.

The Underwear Oracle

Your Inner Blood Type is Type A

You seem cool and collected, though a bit shy. You are highly driven and a perfectionist, but that's a side you keep to yourself. Creative and artistic, you are a very unique person who doesn't quite fit in. People accept you more than you realize, seeing you as trustworthy and loyal. You are most compatible with: A and AB Famous Type A's: Britney Spears and Hilter

What's Your Inner Blood Type?

Oh. That's yummy. I'm with Britney Spears and Hitler. It sounded relatively good up 'til then.

You Are 32% Abnormal

You are at medium risk for being a psychopath. It is somewhat likely that you have no soul. You are at medium risk for having a borderline personality. It is somewhat likely that you are a chaotic mess. You are at low risk for having a narcissistic personality. It is unlikely that you are in love with your own reflection. You are at low risk for having a social phobia. It is unlikely that you feel most comfortable in your mom's basement. You are at low risk for obsessive compulsive disorder. It is unlikely that you are addicted to hand sanitizer.

How Abnormal Are You?

Now bed. Might not go to school tomorrow.

BLUES are motivated by INTIMACY, seek opportunities

to genuinely connect with others, and need to

be appreciated. They do everything with

quality and are devoted and loyal friends and

employers/employees. Whatever or whomever

they commit to are their sole (and soul)

focus. They love to serve and will give

freely of themselves in order to nurture

others lives.

BLUES, however, do need to be understood. They have

distinct preferences and occasionally the

somewhat controlling (but always fair)

personality of a confident leader. Their code

of ethics is remarkably strong and they

expect others to live honest, committed lives

as well. They enjoy sharing meaningful

moments in conversation as well as

remembering special life events (i.e.,

birthdays and anniversaries). BLUES are

dependable, thoughtful, nurturing, and can

also be self-righteous, a bit worry-prone,

and emotionally intense. They are like

sainted pit-bulls who never let go of

something once they are committed. When you

deal with a BLUE, be sincere, make an effort

to truly understand them, and truly

appreciate them.


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Rather boring weekend. I spent the night at Jessica's house Saturday night, and didn't do anything all day Sunday except for making things at home and watching the Superbowl. Or, well, to be fair, I watched maybe 2 commercials and that was about it. My parents were of the very loud and frequent opinion(expressed by yelling at the tv) that the referees were biased. I did watch Gray's Anatomy afterwards though. Only show on TV worth watching, aside from House and Bones.

I'm *finally* getting around to listening to some of the CDs that I got for Christmas(or over winter break). Just One More is fantastic. Yay for adding to my ska collection! Only like five more to go. And then I have to break into the OTHER CDs that I have but haven't listened to yet. With all of these unheard CDs lying around, you'd think I wouldn't have any urge to buy new CDs. But it's still there. Kind of like how I have a stack of books a foot and maybe a half tall that I haven't read, but I keep wanting to buy/read more, different books. Although I end up not getting to the stack because we have these reading day assignments and some of the books I don't care to summarize, or tell the teachers about. Nothing inappropriate, mind you. Also a lot are nonfiction which is just REALLY boring when it comes to summarizing. So I end up checking out books to read for reading day and this keeps my stack the same height since I seriously lack the ability to read two books at once.

Things I'm looking forward to this week/end:

a. concert at the Bridge on Saturday
b. hopefully Brokeback Mountain Saturday
c. thrift-storing on either Saturday or Friday - I desperately need a new purse, and I'm too lazy to make one again
d. checking out the clearance rack for neat fabrics again, and turning in application at Jo-Ann's

Not really looking forward to it, but I also need to buy Jessica single's awareness day presents. We decided to be each others' Valentines, as I am (happily) without boy, and her boyfriend lives in Kentucky(and is currently AWOL, but that's a different rant).

I had an orthodontist appointment today. SOOOOOOO boring. I was a bit freaked out when my grandma showed up - my dad told me she wouldn't be showing up until 8:45, and I got in the shower at five 'til eight, or maybe eightish. I was getting ready to get out and hear my grandma come in and I thought "did I fall asleep in the shower?! wtf?!". I stayed home afterwards, due to ickiness of feeling. Worked on homework, read("The Oneprince", decent enough), watched a few episodes of Buffy, surfed the 'net, discussed the idiocy of various things at school with my dad, etc. etc. Not too horribly exciting. Apparently I didn't miss anything at school either.

We had midquarters yesterday. Always a source of irritation because my trig/college algebra grade is low, since we never have our assignments in the next day, and so I have missing assignments, rawr rawr rawr. I've already turned in half of them and I'm working on the fourth right now. Most of it's easy stuff(aside from one completely baffling review section), just kinda tedious. And my dual credit bio class, which, mind you, I'm paying money to take, has an F(59% to be specific) written down for it. Why? Because I missed one assignment due to not being able to get on the computer and the teacher never giving me an alternate assignment. It's kind of peculiar how much we go down to the computer lab in that class anyways. Blargh. Need to talk to him about that tomorrow.

I think I'm gonna go to bed now. Feeling kinda icky again.

Ohh, I never said anything about Stacia and her tattoo. She got a pheonix on her right shoulderblade, Wednesday evening...Jessica, Mike, and I went to watch it. Andy was there too. It looks really good and makes me want the design I have in mind more. At any rate, while I was there, I asked the piercing lady about keloiding chances and she said that she'd think they were relatively low for my lip piercing and where I want it...so yay...hopefully I can get that done too! (even if my mother detests the idea)

I went to Logan's game this morning, they did pretty well. They won 26 to something I believe. I got some good pictures of the game too. Then Jessica and I went to her house, where we watched way too much tv before I went home and finished my NOFX hoodie(that I'll post pictures of tomorrow).

Off to go to the movies with Jess and Alicia. (and spend the night at Jess's house afterwards) Woohoo!

Grumble grumble grumble.

In a miffed mood. But don't feel like explaining.

You Are an Irish Coffee

At your best, you are: wild, spontaneous, and outgoing At your worst, you are: too extreme and reckless You drink coffee when: you want to keep drinking booze Your caffeine addiction level: low

What Kind of Coffee Are You?

Your Brain's Pattern

You have a dreamy mind, full of fancy and fantasy. You have the ability to stay forever entertained with your thoughts. People may say you're hard to read, but that's because you're so internally focused. But when you do share what you're thinking, people are impressed with your imagination.

What Pattern Is Your Brain?

Your Gemstone is Amber

Creative, happy, and logical. You shine in any intellectual endeavor

What Gemstone Are You?

*grumbles more*

Grr. Argh.