"I can put my arm back on. You can't."

Wearing: my blue jammie outfit
Eating: nachos
Listening to: Beethoven's 9th Symphony

Holy crap I feel so drained right now.

The nachos I'm eating don't have salsa (because when we went grocery shopping, little miss Mother was like "Oh I'm sure we have salsa somewhere" when really we didn't!) - and that's a real downer.

I don't know why I'm feeling so warn and tired. Maybe I'm just a passageway conveying the feelings of my bank account. The only money I have left to my name that is not in some sort of unattainable until 21 or retired account is in cheque form - that's right, my claim sure got that loafing bastard Marty on his toes. Har!

Perhaps my exhausted state can be attributed to my fast-paced, strenuous day of movie-watching. That's right. I had a movie day - ritch person style! First I saw Fahrenheit 9/11, which made me want to devote my life all the more to seeing a bullet pass through the thick, empty head of George W Bush. I better watch what I say of course, because if I'm not careful I'll soon have the CIA on my doorstep. I went and saw that one with my grandparents because they're cool, like me. One part was a little embarrassing to watch in the presence of people who seemed shocked one time when I said "damn", the part when it showed the American troops harassing Iraqi POW's -
"Hey, Al Baba still has a hard-on!"
"Haha, I touched his dick!"
...That's super.
Next I went to Mikey's house to find that they had gone to the bank to withdraw money to go see another movie - I, Robot! To my surprise I liked it, and I even have a little crush on Sonny the robot. But don't tell anyone. For some reason, Will Smith reminds me of Fabio. (And no, it's not because of the, uh, 'Big Willie Style', if you, you know, get what I'm sayin'.) I noticed that their faces have similar proportions... something only an art student would notice, hehe! God, I'm amazing. The movie also reminded me of that old commercial brought to me by War Amps that has a robot pretending to be a ninja, who, while in the process of infiltrating the alien base, accidentally loses a limb to a very large table saw and proceeds to lecture to his truly enthralled audience of seven-year-olds and The Maestro about the importance of playing safe, with the moving line: "I can put my arm back on, you can't -- Play safe." ...I think the robot's name was Astro.

Anywhoo... I really miss The Maestro but I'm not going to turn a perfectly good evening of being less-sad-than-normal into the big cry-fest that usually proceeds thoughts and/or mentionings of him.


Ta Da

I keep lethal weapons in my inbox.

Wearing:  drum shirt, good old dark jeans, orange belt, kickass new gray shoes
Eating: haha thats a good one.
Listening to:  'Vindicated' by dashboard confessionals

Once again, out of boundless stupidity, I have managed to make myself sick.  Kudos to me.

...Can someone please go get me Jerry Seinfeld?

Suicide is Painless

Wearing:  pajamas
Eating:  N/A
Listening to:  Weak and Powerless by A Perfect Circle

Today was good, but I spent the wind-down of my evening pulling a Joel Bandy ("my life sucks", etc.)  on account of The Mother being a total wraith and screaming at me for being a 'dictator' amongst other things, because I went on the computer when nobody was on it, then my brother wanted on and I said "Not right now" and so that constituted me being a 'dictator'.  She's also bitchy because I 'use this house as a place to sleep and an occasional free meal, then I'm out of here' -- well excuse me - it's not like I'd be doing anything with her anyways, she'd be in the garden, or consuming some form of alcohol with Mary, and I'd be sitting around aimlessly with nothing to do.  The last time that happened I went out to the garden and actually tried to talk to her, and after a couple minutes I believe the response I got was "Aren't you going somewhere today?"  So make up your mind you stupid woman.
It's frustrating because I've never really done anything 'bad' - I messed around for a little while with my schoolwork in grade nine and got 60's and stuff, but now that I'm trying, and being recommended for honor roll, all I get is a jotted note on the back of an envelope about how 'proud' she is of me.  Yet my fourteen year old brother who leaves a mess everywhere and never turns the lights off, throws a fit whenever he doesn't get what he wants, and is now spending roughly $100/month on recreational substances gets a pizza every Friday, and she was actually prepared to drive to Toronto the other day so she could pay for us to all go see a movie of his choice.  Lovely...  If I slit my wrists she'd probably take me to Wonderland.

Anyways...  now that I've found myself back down in the metaphorical ditch that I've come to know so well, I thought I'd share this with everybody because, ironically enough, it was the thing that cheered me up.

Enjoy!

 

Ta Da

 

 

Children of the Box

wearing:  purple and white plad sleep pants, pink tank top
eating:  nothing
listening to:  'Alright' by Pilate - a new favorite, I'll post the lyrics later

Alright, now for the highlights of my super duper weekend --

Wait, I just noticed how dirty my keyboard is... be right back!

-- Okay now you can see all the letters - that's marginally better!

...Anyways!  Firstly I'd like to point out how much more smashing a music festival is when you don't let your mother decide what acts you're going to see.  You could go to a rockin' party like The Unicorns, or, you could sit in a folding wooden chair on the grass watching an unkempt sort of woman in what closely resembles a potato sac chant "Bless the Earth, Bless the sky" to the beat of a drum for the better part of forty-five minutes.
The best acts, or the most rockin' of the parties shal I so boldly say, were Pilate, Metric, The Golden Dogs, The Unicorns, and The Arrogant Worms - though I had to miss half their performance as well as The Arcade Fire on account of serving the good folks over in hell's kitchen. (Oh what's that, I'm sorry - I meant The Stage Left Café.)

Now relish in the rare phenomenon of me providing an explanation for the title of my blog.
It was The Arrogant Worm's performance and they were singing the song about rocks and trees, when a small legion of box-clad children meandered into the twelve-and-under mosh pit that was going on at the front of the stage - "When packaging goes wrong!".  One of the regular children began curiously tapping one of the boxes, and an Arrogant Worm remarked: "They really like it when you hit them on the head."  At once, the children turned, and a barrage of slapping and poking fell upon the boxes, who scattered and ran for their lives throughout a wildly amused crowd.  They didn't make it very far before they were taken down by their hunters, tackled as if in slow motion!  "I smell a lawsuit!"  The rest of the set was dotted with clever little 'box' remarks ("Box and trees-- I meant rocks and trees") and I believe a number of people then asked for the boxes' autographs.

Volunteering wasn't the most fun I've had in my life, though they gave me  an ominously large, sharp kinfe and I got to cut things like a madwoman, and one of my co-workers was smoking hot.  ...Didn't object to brushing up against him in close-quarters! ;-) tee hee.  Oh, life's cheap thrills.  So, even though I was given food that I couldn't identify and made to serve something I don't even like for two straight hours, I didn't mind the backstage access and the mingling with Hillside royalty. 

The only performance I went to that I didn't care for was a troupe of fat white men in their late forties going by the politically incorrect name of 'Blackie and the Rodeo Kings'.  The matching red and black cowboy suits were too tacky, the egos were too big, the hair was too gray, and the music was too... bad -  Overall they were like the embodiment of a migraine.

The most memerable performance for me was Pilate.  Prior to the festival, to me, Pilate meant two minutes of your everyday black and white trying-to-be-deep rock video before I changed the channel to something a little less repetitive.  Their live performance was unmatched by anything at the festival - it was flawless.  Though there were several other young ladies declairing their, uh, lust for the dark and handsome lead singer while they clung to their slightly less amused boyfriends,  I found the lead guitarist more pleasing to watch.  He put the most energy into the set while delivering a fair dose of eye candy. ;-)  The music flowed beautifully, and then they played their last song which turned out to be my most favorite.  So everybody go and download 'Alright' by Pilate right now - or don't be a stingy little sucker like me and go buy the CD.

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Alright
by Pilate

And tonight I lack the strength to even move
You walked, and watched me die
But I know this is harder for you
For love has let you down
Yeah come on

And the road ahead is lined with broken dreams
So walk, walk on by
And I fail to give you everything you need
For the fear's behind your eyes

And I can feel you
Not alright
I'm not alright

When I can heal you
Not alright
I'm not alright
I'm not alright

And I can feel you
I'm not alright
I'm not alright
I'm not alright

Jesus as you throw me on the rocks
For love, I left your side
For I believed in love and beauty's walls
Where heaven shines from your eyes

And I can feel you
I'm not alright
I'm not alright
I'm not alright

And so tell me that it wasn't all for not
Such a waste now, you're such a waste now come on
Cause I know you're scared, but baby don't you hide
It's such a waste
But stand along now, you'll make it somehow
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xoxo

Hug-a-Tree Day

Who the hell cares what I'm wearing or listening to, but I'm eating: a BLT on wholesome, fresh flax bread from With the Grain, fresh lettuce and tomatoes, harty strips of bacon, and a sensational zip of mayo.  (Which isn't called mayo in my household, it's called 'Light Whipped Dressing' to be precise, because there is just no such thing as being too cheap.  ...Well I suppose there is, if you happen to be a bed-hopping slut.  If you sleep around that much, the wise thing to do would be to tack on a little fee, buy yourself some more crotchless panties and waterbras.  I never understood the reasoning behind 'crotchless panties' because if they're going to be crotchless, why wear panties at all?  Why not just go commando, like Megan Sadura?  Haha... great girl.)  Anyways... that was one fabulous BLT.

Tonight was the grand kickoff of the 2004 Hillside Festivities!  Me and Megs and this girl named Carly who is really tall, so I toyed with the idea of calling her Sweet Lady Liberty for blogging purposes but decided to leave it, due to liability reasons, at Carly, we hung out and found ourselves a rockin' party!  A band called 'Golden Dog' or something along those uber artistic and challenging lines really rocked the house at the Island Stage.  And I could have sworn I was standing directly behind Blondie's older brother Tim, but I was not 100% sure and therefore retained my "Hey Tim!"  when really, he could have been an Ernie or a Gordan.  Now that would have been silly!  I also finished reading The Deep End of the Ocean  (Which I was reading, by the way.)  and I have to say, it satisfied me in a way Cosmo Girl never could have... but still, it doesn't hold a candle to Curious George.  (...And that, my friends, is why I'll never be hired as a book critic.)

Onward!

I have been having bad luck in dreams lately.  Lastnight  I had a dream I was losing someone, that they were being taken away on a wagon of sorts, and I was running like crazy to get back to them but they kept getting farther and farther away - then all of a sudden the road I was running on turned into tar and I was being sucked down!  Then at the second the tar closed over me, I bolted out of my bed and nearly slammed into my dresser, hyperventalating and stuff.   ...Pleasant.  Two nights ago, I had a dream that I was in a very large church with a group of friends.  I remember distinctly Mikey being there, and Blondie and Spunki, and another who I believe was The Maestro, who wore nothing but black - same as myself.  The dark character needed to attain something from someone in the church, and so we climbed to a sanctuary located in the top of one of the church towers.  before we entered the large wooden door, the dark Maestro turned to us and said "While I'm talking you have to co-operate and kneel against the wall with your hands behind your head." 'Oh,'  I remember thinking. 'That doesn't seem suspicious at all.'  Then we entered the room, which was pink, with pink satan drapery everywhere, and stood behind a golden railing - all I could hear was a low, mechanical humming of this one crazy guy The Maestro wished to speak to.  He was cloaked in black like a monk, and standing in a depression in the middle of the room with his back towards us.  I was the closest person to the railing.  The monk stopped humming and turned around, folding back the hood of his cloak to reveal an aged, deteriorating person - he then drew a samurai sword from under his cloaks.  "That's it."  I said to Blondie who was backing away herself as I briskly walked past her.  'I, for one,'  I thought to myself '...am not being beheaded today.'  I made my way down the staircase at a fast pace, slightly afraid for my life and wondering what that crazy monk and his samurai sword could possibly want with a group of people kneeling against the wall with their hands behind their heads - other than, you know, the obvious!  When I reached the bottom of the tower, to my horror, the same monk was waiting there for me with a silver dagger-like weapon.  He told me that my trust was weak, and I could not be relied on - then charged at me with the weapon!  I held his hands back with all my strength to prevent him from stabbing me, while I pleaded for my life and screamed and cried for The Maestro.  I was still wrestling with the monk when I saw the dark figure of The Maestro appear at the bottom of the stairs, but he seemed helpless and unsure of what to do.  I then gained control and turned the blade against the still struggling, crazy monk... and with a few jabs, finished him off as his crumpled body slumped to the pink carpet that ran throughout the church.  I was scared then, and I looked to The Maestro and my other friends and they were scared too.  Striding towards me out of the doorway where the monk had been waiting for me emerged a younger, angrier, more Italian monk, with a somewhat stunted samurai sword.  He grabbed me by my ponytail and forced me to the ground.  He spat at me never to cross 'the brotherhood' and cut me once, vertically on the back of my neck, along the spine.  He didn't kill me, but it hurt like a mad mother and the last thing I remember before waking up was touching the back of my neck with my fingers, and looking at the blood on my hand.

I can't wait to get to sleep tonight!!!!!!

Also, I saw The Bourne Supremacy this afternoon with Megs.  I highly recommend it! Highly.

Goodnight all you lowly punks.

 

Welcome to the Jungle

wearing:  blue capris, 'enjoy life' tank top
eating:  cherries
listening to:  "The One" by the Foo Fighters
 
It seems to be becoming a kind of trend now to post on even days.  Fancy that.  Now... what arresting divergence of my life to post upon... decisions, decisions.  I could go with the tried, tested and true rantings concerning the ongoing saga of myself and Derek where I tip-toe over the broken landscapes of injured feelings and what was, eventually coming to the conclusion that he is an insensitive prick, your every-day asshole.
 
...But today I feel the passion to pursue a less conventional style of rant, something fresh and exciting!  ...Something that won't make me hated.  Today I will touch upon my recent foray into the virtual universe, my discovery of an enchanted world many have come to know as Habbo.  In the hotel, you are represented by a marching fiend who can move it and shake it as vivaciously as William Hung.  This said hotel is teeming with said vivacious mover-shakers of many different colours and pixels, many of whom not so unlike yourself.  During my stay in this magic hotel,  I have had the pleasure of meeting two fiends of particular interest, who shall be referred to as Red and It Man.  Red was the first to cross my path.  With his slick pixelated business suit, his strikingly dark, digital hair, and keen interest in my habbo mission to take over the universe, how could any habbo resist?  Titillating conversation was born.  It Man is a different case.  It was his astonishingly purple shirt that caught my eye, and I quickly decided that a habbo so colourful just could not sit all by themself.  It Man, as it turns out, has just turned 26 and writes about entertainment for a living, and has an opinion about any movie ever made.  Ever.   Mikey has followed my lead and has also joined the enchanted world of Habbo.  Good times to come.
 
Ta Da!

A Strange New World

What is THIS!?!?  ...fonts... colours... image loading?  No more shenanagans, for italics appear at the click of a button?  ...I think I'm in love...

Anywhoo, just stopped by to post this:

-Perfect- You're the perfect girlfriend. Which
means you're rare or that you cheated :P You're
the kind of chick that can hang out with your
boyfriend's friends and be silly. You don't
care about presents or about going to fancy
placed. Hell, just hang out. You're just happy
being around your boyfriend.

Har har har.

The Look

wearing: roots sleepy pants, "party zone" t-shirt
eating: this mini sponge cake thingie with strawberries and chocolate sauce and just a touch of icing sugar for astHetics!
listening to: gutter glitter by switchblade symphony

An idea came to me after giving The Mother pigtails and telling her she had 'horse hair', then giggling and hiding from her wrath behind the bathroom door - next year I want to do my hair like A Flock of Seagulls for picture day! I mean, in the past I've looked geeky, stoned, and like Michael Jackson in my yearbook photos - I'm not going to look jaw-droppingly gorgeous, so I might as well have fun with it! Calling all girls, homos and meterosexuals... Anneliese needs a new 'do and she wants YOU!
This idea came to me about the same time as did another. This said 'other' idea involved having a son with George Lucas and bestowing upon him the name 'Rudolph'.

...just keep it on the down 'lo.

Anyways, about that Boring Depressed Girl... she's pretty weird, eh? Seriously though, I've been having ridiculous mood swings ever since The Maestro and his stupid shit... Some days I feel like the poster girl for Paxil, I just get stuck in a 'low' until, if I can finally get to sleep, I sleep myself out of it.
I know in the overall picture of the world I don't have it bad at all, but it still really bites my ass. I must have been retarded to enable myself to get hurt like that. That, and I got wrapped up with an insensitive prick. Not to create the wrong impression or anything - when it comes to The Maestro he can offer you the caviar of friendships, but if you "like" eachother he'll just lead you on for as long as you'll allow it or until it gets to a point where he doesn't know what to do anymore. He acts like he doesn't even feel human emotions, but I know that he does. He just can't cope. And it's frustrating as hell... at this point my instincts, my intuition, if you will, are still being a bitch. Quite disagreeable... oh, you rebel you. ...Why am I me?

Cheerio!

return of the BDG!

wearing:white capris, pink 'tommy shirt'... I look very clean cut today...
eating: Hamtaro geddies... hehe! and some aunt Faye OJ
listening to: 'playground love' by air

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This is the Boring Depressed Girl stopping by to say hello. I doubt I'll be here for long but I might as well enjoy my stay. Lol... hehehe! I don't know why I'm laughing right now because there's nothing to really laugh at, just on the whole it's pretty fucking funny. Lol! Heaven know's I'm setting myself up for something (like always) I'm just not sure what at this point. Do do do... but hey, I'm smiling! :-) I'm listening to 'Playground Love' lol. ...Reminds me of someone I know. Loser. Tee Hee! Ahhh, good times!
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Playground Love
Air

I’m a high school lover, and you’re my favorite flavor
Love is all, all my soul
You’re my Playground Love

Yet my hands are shaking
I feel my body reeling, times no matter, I’m on fire
On the playground, love.

You’re the piece of gold that flushes all my soul.
Extra time, on the ground.
You’re my Playground Love.

Anytime, anywhere,
You’re my Playground Love

Eggie Weggs!

wearing: 'enjoy life' tank top, roots sleepy pants
eating: BBQ'd chicken!! :-D
listening to: I miss You - Aaliyah

I will take this time now to state the fact that my wrist is experiencing slight discomfort, as a result of being hit in a drive-by egging. Lady Red and I were taking a delightful stroll in the Hanlon area when we were ambushed by a car of raging hooligans. Ah well, there's always karma... I hope they crash. ...Preferably into the residence of Mack. Tee hee!

Aside from the egging incident, tonight was another terrific outing with the Posse. The terifficness was furthered moreso by the absence of Mack! (Horrah!) We went and saw Anchorman. Oh, the laughter! The merriment! The punting of small animals off of San Diego freeways... Ahhh. Good times. I definitely recommend this movie to anyone with a sense of humor. Will Ferrell is TEH BOMB. Weeeeee!

Well children, I am clearly tired (note the "Weeeeee!") and believe it is time for bed.

xoxo

Cube me up, Johnny!

wearing: same as before, but with 68 sweater on
eating: nothing
listening to: Sarah Mclachlan - building a mystery

Today I played the Cube game.

http://personal.ansir.com/cube.htm

I highly recommend this cube game! It's jolly good fun! Just the way I visualized things described me as so many things and said things about me, and so many of them fit! Such as:

protective of your "space"/ independent/ taking the long view/ seeing things in perspective/ abstract/ optimistic/ idealistic/ spiritual/ living in ideas or fantasy/ impractical/ "above it all"/ imaginative/ romantic/ poetic/ seeing what you want to see/
candid/ unable to hide feelings/ self-revealing/ observant/ objective/ moody/ multifaceted/ active/ emotional/ mystical/ fluid/ sensitive/ full of potential/ close to the unconscious

And that is but one part of the game... what would it say for YOU!?!?! ...dunDunDUNNNNNNN!

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Now onto stupider matters. Mack. My confidence in The Maestro has been fully restored, and my opinion of Mack - That Kid Nobody Likes - ...well, the return of that good old nickname from retirement pretty much says it all.

Toodles!

"Link is God. All hail Link."

wearing: faded dark jeans, "2" shirt
eating: nothing
listening to: crawling in the dark by hoobastank

Well, I am now a proud member of what could be the nerdiest website in existence. Nightly.net - a forum where one may discuss such topics as Star Wars and Final Fantasy and the like. I found myself intrigued by the curious folk in 'The Mos Eisley Cantina' forum, and their apparent preoccupation with the Dante's Inferno Test - I had to have a piece of this delicious action!

The Dante's Inferno Test has sent you to the First Level of Hell - Limbo!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:

Level	Score
Purgatory (Repenting Believers)	High
Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)	Very High
Level 2 (Lustful)	Very Low
Level 3 (Gluttonous)	Low
Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)	Very Low
Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy)	Very Low
Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics)	Very Low
Level 7 (Violent)	Low
Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)	Moderate
Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous)	Very Low

Take the Dante's Inferno Hell Test

Charon ushers you across the river Acheron, and you find yourself upon the brink of grief's abysmal valley. You are in Limbo, a place of sorrow without torment. You encounter a seven-walled castle, and within those walls you find rolling fresh meadows illuminated by the light of reason, whereabout many shades dwell. These are the virtuous pagans, the great philosophers and authors, unbaptised children, and others unfit to enter the kingdom of heaven. You share company with Caesar, Homer, Virgil, Socrates, and Aristotle. There is no punishment here, and the atmosphere is peaceful, yet sad.

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In other news: Mack has taken it upon himself to hate me for some reason or another. According to him I'm just a bitch to him 24/7, yet he can't seem to recall a single incident which I was mean towards him. I don't go out of my way to be 'mean' to anyone - though I'll tease or make fun if they do something stupid and/or get on my nerves (I shouldn't speak about the first, but the latter circumstance doesn't happen all that often). Oh well. I cared last night and I was seriously trying to talk to him about it for a good hour, with little progress if any. Then today I came to the realization that it's not really worth it, and if he doesn't care than neither do I. Also, Mack has informed me that it has been The Maestro that indulges him in his disliking of me... why he would do that, I don't know. I don't entirely believe Mack but then again I don't not believe him, given the way things are. However, seeing as The Masetro falls under my 'Worthwhile' catagory I'll ask him and take his word for it before I let any of Mack's sass get to me.


...End scene!

Pass the Cock!

wearing: tommy shirt that is pink, blue shorts.
eating: PIE!!!!!!!
listening to: Sic Transit Gloria...Glory Fades by Brand New

Oh, life is full of adventures. Today I had the pleasure of eating not one, but two different kinds of pie... what can I say? I don't discriminate.
Today the pop-up ads on my computer are having a sexual revolution. I don't know what Jake the Snake was doing all day, but the repercussions are a little raunchy for my taste...

Anywhoo! Lastnight Mikey had a jolly good sleepover with Coke, 'Natural Born Killers', and laughter abound. The guest list included: myself as the only girl, but of course The Mother will not be finding out about that, Mikey of course seeing as we slept in his basement, The Maestro who I am still quite at odds with, Mack, Gimpy, and Fabio, who was content to sit on me for the majority of our little get-together.
We pretty much pulled an all-nighter, minus about a half hour or so. By about seven-thirty I could have sworn the wooden ducks by the stairs were moving their necks and looking around. Fabio brought a twelve pack of Coca-Cola, and when he went to criticize us for consuming it too quickly, it came out: "You guys are going through the cock too fast!" Ha ha... and so was born the expression 'Pass the Cock!'
I only got about an hour and a half of sleep, which didn't happen until about eight o'clock. There were a couple of times when I zoned out and went to my 'weird place' if you will, the previously discussed pensive state before sleep which typically doesn't go very well... but I fought it off to the tune of 'Hey Boy, Hey Girl' and all was well.
In the morning The Maestro concocted BLT-like offerings for the remaining partygoers. I have to give him this much - they were quite tasty! But you know how that old saying goes... 'A prick that concocts scrumptious offerings is still a prick.'

Har!

Here I am in the wee hours of the morning, meandering down the path of self-discovery. I've managed for some computer to calculate my qualities and lay them out with percentages. Pretty cool, huh? And since I devoted a sliver of my life to taking this test, I got a chart that tells me what everything means. I giggle when I see my morality is only at 50%... tee hee! It means that for the most part I play by the rules but that inevatibly with me, some are still broken. I also LOVE how my 'tranquility' score discribes me as "emotionally volitile." That's amazing. GO ME!!!

...Enjoy...

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I'm super.

wearing: purple sleepy pants, 'enjoy life' shirt
eating: nothing
listening to: 'closing time' by semisonic

Tonight was the fireworks at riverside park - they were grand. Tonight was the first time I had the Party Posse at my house - it was grand. We ate burgers.

Anywhoo, when I returned to my quaint little home I found myself in need of amusement. But instead of doing something stupid, like reading chatlogs forsay, I elected to let my computer decide what kind of human being I am by submitting myself to Myers-Briggs-Jung personality testing. And here's what I got:
ENFP
Extroverted (E) 53.85% Introverted (I) 46.15%
Intuitive (N) 59.38% Sensing (S) 40.63%
Feeling (F) 70% Thinking (T) 30%
Perceiving (P) 59.46% Judging (J) 40.54%

(I did the word test too, producing the same result with only slightly changed percentages:
Extroverted (E) 52.38% Introverted (I) 47.62%
Intuitive (N) 57.8% Sensing (S) 42.2%
Feeling (F) 70.24% Thinking (T) 29.76%
Perceiving (P) 59.73% Judging (J) 40.27%)



Mikey actually did a test of this sort on me just a couple of weeks ago, and it told me that I am actually an INFP. The other categories are pretty strong, but if you take a look at it I suppose the E/I part of the equation is up in the air. Which makes me an introverted extrovert. Yeah, I can see it! That would also mean I'm an 'idealist' as well as a 'journalist'. Good, the world needs more idealistic journalists.

"I know who I want to take me home..."

Also, I'm right-brain dominant, though overall I "appear to have farely Equal Hemispheres". Kick ass.

...And I'm Spent!

GO SPIDY GO!

wearing: my extremely sexy 'flamer' outfit... hehe
eating: drinking: lemonade
listening to: 'trouble' by coldplay

Tonight the Party Posse and I managed to turn another perfectly simple outing into a conundrum. God, we're good!
We were going to see Spiderman 2 at 7:15, so we made sure we got there nice and early so we could get really good seats! Well, we got there early enough, minus Fabio who had our tickets so that posed a minor problem. And Mack forgetting his ticket at his house and having to venture back for it. So, by the time Fabio arrived, (his parents had held him up for supper) a flock of people had already staked-out the prime seats, so we elected to exchange our tickets for a later showtime - 9:30.
This decision spawned several other complications, such as:
-What the hell are we going to do for two hours?
-How will I return to my home at such a late hour?
-What if Mack is late and cannot exchange his ticket?
-Will The Maestro's mother beat him to a pulp for breaking curfew?
Now to answer those questions. Mack arrived late, but since that sacred horse shoe of luck is lost somewhere in his ass, they still exchanged the ticket for him. And the next two hours were basically blown at Wendy's and sitting around in the lobby eating frozen yogurt. After the movie, I missed that damn 12:30 bus infront of Mikey's that actually came at 12:25 because it's a prick, but I booked it and still managed to catch the Paisley/Imperial bus. Some greater power has to be watching over me, I swear. The bus driver was nice and talkative, and asked if he could drop me off at a different rout, but London road was too far so I mosied home from the library. ...As for the fate of The Maestro? I hope for his well-being and his presence at the Canada Day fireworks tomorrow night (or tonight rather, seeing as it's 2 o'clock in the morning), but there might just be some karma nipping at his heals. You never know.

Anyways, today I'm feeling alot better about him. I'm no where near as depressed as I was the other night. Actually right now I'm no where near depressed, which is always a good thing. I told him I'm sorry for what I said to him on MSN, and I'm going to e-mail him just to see what's up. He was such a prick to me, but I still care about him so much.

As for the movie... ha.

G'night!