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|Tuesday, November 8th, 2005|
|INTJ -The Mastermind|
You scored 18% I to E, 47% N to S, 90% F to T, and 42% J to P!
|You are more introverted than extroverted. You are more intuitive than observant, you are more thinking based than feeling based, and you prefer to have a plan rather than leaving things to chance. Your type is best described by the word "mastermind", which belongs to the larger group called rationals. Only 1% of the population shares your type. You are very strong willed and self-confident. You can hardly rest until you have things settled. You will only adopt ideas and rules if they make sense. You are a great brainstormer and often come up with creative solutions to difficult problems. You are open to new concepts, and often actively seek them out.|
As a romantic partner, you can be both fascinating yet demanding. You are not apt to express your emotions, leaving your partner wondering where they are with you. You strongly dislike repeating yourself or listening to the disorganized process of sorting through emotional conflicts. You see your own commitments as self-evident and don't see why you need to repeat something already expressed. You have the most difficulty in admitting your vulnerabilities. You feel the most appreciated when your partner admires the quality of your innovations and when they listen respectfully to your ideas and advice. You need plenty of quiet to explore your interests to the depth that gives you satisfaction.
Your group summary: rationals (NT)
Your type summary: INTJ
|My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender:|
||You scored higher than 23% on I to E|
||You scored higher than 63% on N to S|
||You scored higher than 95% on F to T|
||You scored higher than 32% on J to P|
|Wednesday, June 8th, 2005|
|Friday, May 27th, 2005|
Why do people act like asses? No, it's not cool to ignore a person and hang up the phone on them. An assertion of your manliness its not!
|Thursday, May 26th, 2005|
An overly sensitive individual, who I shall refuse to name because of that fact, has thwarted and shut down yet another class project in which I was involved. This Terry Allen video finale, "A Streetcar Named Terry," poked fun at said individual for a brief ten seconds without mentioning her by name and used a fez-donning Filipinio in her stead. This video, deemed hilarious by a per 7/8 bio class, was too "offensive" to screen in an English classroom, even though the whiny person that protested the screening had never even viewed it. So, before this individual could see the movie for herself, and THEN voice an opinion, she went to the high school authorities and reported cases of heresay in tears.
This political correctness is a bunch of crap. If moaning, bitchy, overly serious individuals can't laugh at themselves and their faults, then they're not worth wasting the time to provoke a laugh. I wouldn't care if I was made fun of in an English video because I'm NOT a drama queen, I'm NOT close-minded and quick to jump to conclusions, and I CAN recognize and acknowledge my own faults in a jovial manner. So, for this protesting, nappy haired, self-righteous shrew: stop taking up causes that don't need to be fought, actually research the subjects you screech about, and try to realize that you're not the only person on this planet.
Watch the movie, and then you can talk. Current Mood: angry
|Tuesday, February 8th, 2005|
|The People at Labcorp are Filthy Niggers
So, my entire after school activities for the day, thus far, have consisted of going to the dentist and going to get a blood test. The dentist was all right. I just got my teeth cleaned, and as usual, I had no cavaties. During the time in the waiting room I read more of Reading Lolita in Tehran, which Mrs. Timko had forced us to complete in order to get her entire AP English class involved in her, possibly sparse, Algonquin Square Bookclub. I flipped through more of that dimestore trash at LabCorp, where I waited about 45 minutes to get a fucking blood test after the ignorant woman at the reception desk said, "Five minutes." Needless to say, I managed to complete close to fifty pages in RLiT, and only have about forty more to go.
When I was finally called in to get my blood test, there was only one, old, black woman working in the entire fucking establishment. Like, she would be working at the reception desk, file papers, and then take your blood. Well, when it was finally my turn to get my blood drawn -- laid my arm down, got it tied -- the usual jazz -- that dumb nigger plunged the needle into my arm, and I waited... and waited until she finally said there was no blood coming out.
Now, I like to get my blood drawn about as much as getting bitten in the face by an asp, and usually turn my head away in order to avoid the sight of the needle piercing the skin. Well, while I was sitting in that cushioned medical chair examining the folds in "medical room's" drapes, the lady kept fumbling with my arm, turning it this way and that in order to get the blood to flow into the vile. I must've been sitting in that chair for a whopping minute before that slow hag had finally figured out how to properly draw my blood. I'm always afraid that when I get a bloodtest my blood will spurt everywhere and I'll die after the hired hand punctures my limb with a clean syringe. The fact that this lady had no idea what she was doing just made me flip out more. Right now, I have a raised bump where the needle puncture was and the hand on the arm in question has grown cold and bluish. Should I be worried? Current Mood: SEPUKU!
|Sunday, January 23rd, 2005|
Pussy can't drive in the snow. She starts flipping out and almost cries. The sidewalk isn't the street, silly Pussy, and you don't need a truck to drive through the snow. Maybe you're going blind.
|Saturday, January 22nd, 2005|
Urghhh! I lost my voice yesterday right before Kelli, Shawn, and I (plus dancers) had to play at ALJ yesterday. I still can't speak without sounding like a chain-smoking midget, and I think we totally sucked during the show. Everything that could have went wrong last night went wrong. The band that played before us was slow to move their stuff off the stage, I lost my voice, as previously mentioned, my amp wouldn't work for roughly a minute, and the sound was mixed all funny. I couldn't hear myself struggling to sing, and I couldn't hear Kelli's bass. The only things I could really hear were my guitar and Shawn's drums. After our performance, people said they thought we were good, but I couldn't tell if they were being sarcastic or just being nice because they felt bad that we sucked. I also couldn't tell if they realized we sucked because of elements beyond our control (the poor sound, losing my voice), or just because they thought our music was awful. I want to finish the Les Stupefiants CD with Shawn so then people can listen to it and realize that we do sound good when we're in our element.
The dancers were probably our saving grace.
There were some nice people at the show though. That kid that rocked out on the guitar hung out with us for a few minutes before Les Stup went on, and I could relate to that kid from Red and White Letters -- another victim of the crappy sound mixing.
A car almost hit mine yesterday, and Lone Wolf and Cub: Baby Cart at the River Styx is an awesome movie! Current Mood: nauseated
|Tuesday, January 18th, 2005|
Can it be accomplished? Will Kelli learn the bass? Will Les Stupefiants totally suck or be totally sweet? I'm not so sure anymore... Current Mood: frustrated
|Sunday, January 16th, 2005|
|Practice, Practice, Practice
Kelli have been practicing hxc for the ALJ show next week. So far, we came up with bass parts for four songs. There's still at least two more pieces we need to get done before then, and she has to PRACTICE them afterwards! I'm writing a story about the Baby GAP incident. I need 3-5 pages by Thursday, midterms start Friday, and I have to help Kelli practice! How is this going to work out? Only time will tell.... Current Mood: anxious
|Friday, January 14th, 2005|
So, I had this really bizarre dream two nights ago. Eddie Murphy woke me up from my bed, dressed in a Gumby suit, and told me that he was the real Santa Claus. The washed up comedian/actor also stated that he had brought me presents, so I hopped onto my chamber floor and made my way toward the living room, where I found the brightly wrapped gifts Eddie had spoken of. What a dream!
In other news, I have to practice my ass off with Shawn and Kelli to get ready for the Guitar Club Show at ALJ next Friday. It's going to take a fairly good amount of effort to work bass lines into a few of our songs, but we might have a blind chance of actually pulling it off. If all goes well, there will be a very good reputation attached to Les Stupefiants, and all will know of our exploits.
I hate midterms.
|Sunday, December 19th, 2004|
Well guess what niggas?! I got a livejournal. Hm, what to write? Well, I was accepted into Emerson College on Thursday, which is most excellent, considering it was my pick of the educational litter. CJ Seeselberg is going to be the biggest children's book star ever! Bigger than Arthur, Clifford, Hank the Cowdog, or Harold and his fucking Purple Crayon.