Personality Tests Are
Bollox.
Haha. But I find myself disdainful of anything that offers only two options for such broad questions. Are you more: down to earth, or head in the clouds? Well, sometimes both. So stick that in your pigeon hole and analyze it! Also I think that most people, when taking these tests, answer with their ideal self in mind, so I am biased against them in that regard as well. And there you go. I liked Meyers-Briggs and the Lord of the Rings test that told me I was Aragorn. And that's it. :)
Although my hypothesis that I would get the same result as Anne was spot-on. Man, but seriously. Sometimes at parties I talk to just a few friends. Sometimes I talk to any damn body I bump up against and have twenty new friends by night's end. Sometimes I take a notebook and a pen and scowl at anyone who comes near. I am hot and cold and warm and awful, but it was all in fun and so now I shall stop bitching.
There is a woman who works at the Feve who I can't help but stare at. She has this unique beauty that makes me feel hungry all the way down to my toes. I admire her. I want to befriend her but I seem to only go to the feve when I have that notebook and pen and that damned scowl.
I think I will institute a new thing on my blog: a picture of the week. Maybe on Sundays. We'll see. Let's all go on a vacation together.
OH, here's something fun. I was perusing myspace this morning, and decided to do a search for 18 year olds in Oberlin (under the premise that if high schoolers had myspace profiles, they would probably be listing themselves as 18, which is the lowest possible age.) OH MY GOD. Do these kids not realize that this shit is public? One of the girls has as her main profile picture a portrait of herself in only a tanga. THAT'S IT. She is bare-breasted, covering her mammory glands with her arm. Man, wtf. I have to think that it is a product of insecurity, which reminds me that I have yet to respond to AJ's challenge. At any rate, I have a whole slew of leverage against which to force these little shits to respect my authoritah. (Just kidding. What happens on myspace, stays on myspace. I learned that shit from peer mediation and any movie that involved a group of sexy twenty-something marooned on a tropical island, or, anywhere really. Except I'll still laugh at them in my head.) Onward, upward.
Haha. But I find myself disdainful of anything that offers only two options for such broad questions. Are you more: down to earth, or head in the clouds? Well, sometimes both. So stick that in your pigeon hole and analyze it! Also I think that most people, when taking these tests, answer with their ideal self in mind, so I am biased against them in that regard as well. And there you go. I liked Meyers-Briggs and the Lord of the Rings test that told me I was Aragorn. And that's it. :)
Although my hypothesis that I would get the same result as Anne was spot-on. Man, but seriously. Sometimes at parties I talk to just a few friends. Sometimes I talk to any damn body I bump up against and have twenty new friends by night's end. Sometimes I take a notebook and a pen and scowl at anyone who comes near. I am hot and cold and warm and awful, but it was all in fun and so now I shall stop bitching.
There is a woman who works at the Feve who I can't help but stare at. She has this unique beauty that makes me feel hungry all the way down to my toes. I admire her. I want to befriend her but I seem to only go to the feve when I have that notebook and pen and that damned scowl.
I think I will institute a new thing on my blog: a picture of the week. Maybe on Sundays. We'll see. Let's all go on a vacation together.
OH, here's something fun. I was perusing myspace this morning, and decided to do a search for 18 year olds in Oberlin (under the premise that if high schoolers had myspace profiles, they would probably be listing themselves as 18, which is the lowest possible age.) OH MY GOD. Do these kids not realize that this shit is public? One of the girls has as her main profile picture a portrait of herself in only a tanga. THAT'S IT. She is bare-breasted, covering her mammory glands with her arm. Man, wtf. I have to think that it is a product of insecurity, which reminds me that I have yet to respond to AJ's challenge. At any rate, I have a whole slew of leverage against which to force these little shits to respect my authoritah. (Just kidding. What happens on myspace, stays on myspace. I learned that shit from peer mediation and any movie that involved a group of sexy twenty-something marooned on a tropical island, or, anywhere really. Except I'll still laugh at them in my head.) Onward, upward.
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