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Sep. 11th, 2005 @ 06:33 am
You excel at History of Magic. You seem to have
the mind for history, while everyone else is
getting a little shut-eye you're alert and
taking notes.

Which Class at Hogwarts Would You Excel at?
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Sep. 8th, 2005 @ 12:05 am
You scored 62% SWEET, 44% CHUNKY, and 51% UNIQUE!
cherry sweet cream base with cherries and fudge chunks

Awesome...you are one of my personal favs: Cherry Garcia. You fall in
the middle on all measurements- sweet, wild, and unique, but not
overwhelmingly so on any of those. You make a good friend, able to
share your unique perspectives on things, and able to have fun without
winding up in jail or something. Good job.

My test tracked 3 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender:
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You scored higher than 16% on SWEET
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You scored higher than 1% on CHUNKY
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You scored higher than 10% on UNIQUE
Link: The Ben & Jerry's Ice Cream Flavor Test written by weered1 on Ok Cupid

go ninja go ninja go... Jun. 25th, 2005 @ 05:33 pm

a Ninja

You scored 11 Honor, 4 Justice, 6 Adventure, and 2 Individuality!

You are a soldier of the night. You rely on no more than your cunning
and your repuation to strike fear in the hearts of lord and peasant
alike. You've a sense of honor, but one that comes from within, not
imposed from outside.

Black clothes and shuriken for you. You're gonna do just fine.

My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender:
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You scored higher than 91% on Ninjinuity
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You scored higher than 38% on Knightlyness
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You scored higher than 38% on Cowboiosity
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You scored higher than 3% on Piratical Bent

Link: The Cowboy-Ninja-Pirate-Knight Test written by fluffy71 on Ok Cupid

May. 31st, 2005 @ 07:02 pm

You Are The Outlaw
"Sure, I'll do it. My way."

Just because you do not conform to the same laws and rules as everyone else does not mean that you are a bad guy. You travel your own path, separate from those around you, with your own reasons for doing what you do. Because of this and your own nature, it goes without saying that you are generally misunderstood. That does not matter much, though, as people love you for being who you are. You are pretty well set in your ways and have no real intention of changing. This can come across as a flicker of arrogance if your not careful. You do what is right for you, and God help anyone who stands in your way.

Which Classic Story Role Do You Play?
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Hmm... May. 5th, 2005 @ 10:06 am

Your Birthdate: March 29

Your birthday on the 29th adds a tone of idealism to your nature.

You are imaginative and creative, but rather uncomfortable in the business world.

You are very aware and sensitive, with outstanding intuitive skills and analytical abilities.

The 29 reduces to 11, one of the master numbers which often produces much nervous tension.

This is the birthday of the dreamer rather than the doer.

You do, however, work very well with people.

Other entries
» CSI: Miami...
I just caught the last 10 minutes of CSI:Miami, and now I wish I saw the whole episode. Essentially, at the end, they're searching for an 8-year old girl who ran away from home. The Miami-Dade cops alerted Broward, and searched all bus stops. Horatio, however, remembers talking to the girl about one of her favorite books, and the camera does that CSI zoom on the barcode, which read Miami-Dade Library. Horatio then says she's at the place where she feels the safest, and drives his Hummer there.

Lo and behold, he finds her reading in the children's section of the library, and her mother gets arrested for trafficing and child endangerment.

Of course, the whole thing is filmed somewhere else, but it's cool to see a mention of the library system.
» all the cool kids are doin' it...
Reply with your name and I'll tell you something I adore about you.

Afterwards, copy and paste this into your own journal.
» ouch
I've gone from typing 65WPM to something around 2WPM.

Using my athletic prowess, I dived for a volleyball, while my ring finger decided it wants to stay fully extended while I attempt to hit it. I rarely play volleyball, and this has reaffirmed my hatred for the sport. And sports in general.

Needless to say, I was in quite a bit of pain, and immediately dunked my whole hand into a nearby cooler for several hours. I managed to pop it back in place, and now I have a swollen, purple ring finger. There's a white band around it where my wedding ring usually is, but it's way too swollen to put on. I'm wearing a splint for it right now, and I'm learning how to type all over again.

Sitting on my ass all day never hurts me this much.
» Weird dreams...
I woke up this morning with a headache to end all headaches. After debating whether or not to perform a self-labotomy, I called in sick and went back to bed. Only to have the weirdest dream...

I'm walking through what may have been a Service Merchandise, admiring the newest line of shoe buffers. After a few minutes, I step outside and hop into a friend's convertible and we drive off. I look up into the sky, and see a triangular series of light flashing. I immediately point it out to my friends (none of whom I can recognize in real life) and the lights get closer and closer, followed by what may have been a laser show, with a pop-up ad in the sky announcing a Nostradamus like stanza, stating the death of the Papal father shall signal the homecoming of our makers (my head was hurting just as bad when I woke up, but I'm sure it was something like that.)

Everyone was outside looking at the show, which was strangely followed by what appeared to be opening credits, listing newscasters from various Hispanic news networks. The triangular lights hovered closer to the ground, revealing themselves to be UFOs. A huge tube flew out of one of them a landed on the ground, which was immediately picked up by an old, wisened, black man with a trucker's hat. He smiled at us as he connected the tube into a restaraunt. Someone asked what he was doing, and he said they're loading up on barbecue sauce. The UFOs then hovered several feet from the ground, and out came our makers, who looked exactly like us.

The makers smiled at each and everyone of us, and allowed us to take pictures of their ships. I pulled out my digital camera and took some close-ups of the front, while others pulled out their camera phones and such and did the same. We all gathered underneath the ships, where our makers calmed our nerves and answered our questions.

One of the makers, a middle-aged black woman, looked at me and asked if I had a question. I thought of one for a while, and asked "Who was right?" Not explaining my question in further detail, she gave a sympathetic smile and answered, "None of the organized religions were right." I was relieved to hear that answer.

Several of us were selected to go back home with them. We buckled up into the ship, and look out the windows to see air traffic controllers directing the UFOs to launch. We zoomed up and flew around the city, looking at people on the phones pointing up at us. We flew by a library, and then stopped by an old gas station in the middle of nowhere, where one of the makers promptly ordered 150 hot dogs. Mostly for herself. One of the other makers joked how a 5 foot 4 lady could eat so much, but apparently she really liked hot dogs from the particular gas station.

I woke up after that. Lying in bed, looking at the ceiling fan spinning round and round, reminding me that I have a huge headache. My mom called, and asked me whether or not my uncle-in-law's boat has a bathroom. I actually pinched myself really hard to make sure I was indeed awake. Ouch.

I think I've been reading way too much Douglas Adams.
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Me [on the phone]: May I have your library card number please?
Patron: Sure. Uh, do I have to start with the 55555 number?
Me [in my head]: Well, you just did. So why stop now?
Me [in reality]: No, sir. I'll just need the numbers after that.

I get that. Everyday.
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