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[Apr. 15th, 2005|09:03 am] |
Which Family Guy Character are you? Take the Quiz! |
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[Jan. 24th, 2005|11:04 pm] |
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It's been a strange, surreal sort of day - and exhausting, at that (I'm sure the lack of sleep last night doesn't help). I'm tired in the worst kind of way, and feeling disturbingly uncentered. I don't know quite what to do, so I'm hoping a cup of tea and some soft Tchaikovsky and my favorite blanket and pillow will at least put me into a kind of lull until I sort myself out. |
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| Apparently someone wasn't quite sure what to do with me... |
[Jan. 19th, 2005|01:58 pm] |
 | You scored as Verbal/Linguistic. You have highly developed auditory skills, enjoy reading and writing and telling stories, and are good at getting your point across. You learn best by saying and hearing words. People like you include poets, authors, speakers, attorneys, politicians, lecturers and teachers.
Verbal/Linguistic | | 100% | Intrapersonal | | 100% | Musical/Rhythmic | | 100% | Interpersonal | | 93% | Visual/Spatial | | 89% | Bodily/Kinesthetic | | 61% | Logical/Mathematical | | 50% | </td>
The Rogers Indicator of Multiple Intelligences
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| another reason to smile |
[Nov. 23rd, 2004|10:11 am] |
I'm sitting in my father's office, watching him teach his fifth grade music class to sing Christmas carols. It's indescribably adorable.
The really funny part of it is that I was where they are about ten years ago. I used to ride to school every morning with my dad. I'd shift gears for him (that would have been... wow... the '88 Mazda that he loved so much and later became the first of his favorite cars that he essentially gave to my sister after she had Christian)and thought it was the coolest thing in the world. I'd come in for music with the rest of my class and pretend not to know him. Everyone thought I was a "good" singer because I was his kid... and probably the only one in the class that could sing on pitch. Then I'd wait for him to finish teaching after school, playing Monopoly on the ancient computer in his office (5 1/4" floppies, anyone?) and making the hot chocolate he kept in his desk drawer for me with hot water from his coffee pot (before he gave up caffeine). We'd go home and I'd head straight for the back door to play with Snickers before dinner. There was a huge cherry tree in the back yard then, and he and I would chase each other in circles around it. For some reason, he'd bite the trunk of the tree when he got really excited... I never did figure that one out. Every once in a while, I'd look over at the house and catch Dad standing at the sliding glass door, peeking out into the yard with a smile on his face.
It's nice to be the one peeking out the window and smiling. |
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[Nov. 15th, 2004|03:19 am] |
I tried to go to bed nearly five hours ago, and I'm still awake. I have been driven to do something entirely uncharacteristic.
I have broken down the next three weeks of my life hour-by-hour, so that I know exactly what I need to do when to get everything in. I'm more than a little scared right now. I am normally very disorganized - this is exactly the opposite of my usual method of coping with extremely chaotic periods of my life. I don't know what to think.
The really fun part is that, since I'm apparently going to be awake all night tonight, my sleep schedule for the next two days is backwards - but at least I've planned for that. And I just went to the store and stocked up on coffee, so I should be good to go.
This all makes me wonder what the hell I'll do with myself when I just start working a 40-hour week like normal people. It'll seem like retirement. I might actually have to find a hobby or something. |
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[Nov. 10th, 2004|12:55 am] |
It happens every semester, to a degree, but this time it's a little earlier than usual.
I'm going to:
1. Go find something to smash, break, tear, or otherwise annihilate
2. Sprint up and down the street until I can't breathe (which shouldn't take long)
3. Make a pot of tea
4. Take the longest, hottest shower I can possibly stand
5. Take about four Advil so that my body might stop aching long enough to let me get what sleep I can
6. Start over tomorrow. Rinse and repeat. |
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[Oct. 2nd, 2004|05:04 am] |
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Five o'clock. I'm still awake. At this point, I'm saying the hell with it - my alarm goes off in an hour and a half anyway. It's gonna be a beautiful day at the library. |
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[Oct. 2nd, 2004|02:31 am] |
It's 2:30 in the morning. I have to be at work in six hours, and I'm awake due to about five really drunk people stumbling into my house not too long ago, depositing the drunkest of the group in my basement, pounding on my door to ask for a trash can for said drunk roommate to throw up into, telling me, "we really fucked him up, so... good luck" and stumbling back out into the streets to go to another party. So, since I have a conscience, I went downstairs to check on my roommate and found him, as expected, getting sick, but not into the trash can designated for that specific purpose... so I aimed his head in the proper direction, pulled off his shoes, and tucked him in with pillows behind his back so as to make it difficult for him to roll over and choke to death in his sleep.
Karma will make this up to me, right?
So, now I'm wide awake and pacing with an ear trained down the stairs. Of course this happens the night that the EMT isn't here.
*sigh*
Might as well go start a pot of coffee. |
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| Winging westward... |
[Sep. 21st, 2004|11:34 am] |
Perhaps by New Year's Eve.
Exact tour dates/locations TBA. |
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