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December 11th, 2006
08:38 pm
frighteningly accurate. Eeeeek!
Dionysus
33% Extroversion, 46% Intuition, 100% Emotiveness, 100% Perceptiveness
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Although deeply emotional, you are extremely lacking in self-knowledge. You are somewhat needy, and when bored, may become very hedonistic. Your life is a quest for meaning, above all else. You are most like Dionysus. You are primarily interested in serving others, but your efforts are almost always unappreciated. You aren't confrontational, you're often out of tune with your own needs and unaware of the consequences of your own actions.
You are, at heart, a good person. You are very affectionate, and you are very loyal to your friends and family. You are very reluctant to burden others with your own problems, to the point that this in itself can become a problem for the people who care about you. This is a particular of a more general problem. Dionysus sends wave of ruin throughout his personal life. He is the photographer who seduces his subjects. He is the teacher who seduces a student. He is the art student who paints nonrepresentational splashes of color, he is the poet who rejects meter and content. You seek sexual partners more than anything else (this is to exploit the nurturing side of others to help fill your own void). If not sexual partners, this desire to become the object of sympathy with other people can manifest itself in other destructive ways. Stinkfist by Tool explains your condition pretty well. It's very likely that you haven't had many experienced mentors. You don't want them either, because you're the sort of person who rejects criticism and boundaries, but they're also your only hope for reaching any kind of emotional maturity.
Famous People Like You: John Lennon, Mick Jagger, Michael Jackson, Britney Spears, Marilyn Monroe, Hugh Hefner
I'd tell you to stay clear of Hermes, Icarus and Apollo, but you could probably learn something from them. You're least likely to hurt The Oracle, Atlas, Prometheus, and Daedalus, but Atlas and Daedalus won't like you very much.
Seek out: The Oracle, Prometheus
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My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender: | You scored higher than 99% on Extroversion | | You scored higher than 99% on Intuition | | You scored higher than 99% on Emotiveness | | You scored higher than 99% on Perceptiveness |
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October 15th, 2006
01:04 pm
I = completely enamored. Also, he looks like a grown up Daniel Radcliffe.... le swoon.
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August 8th, 2006
02:37 pm
Well, everybody else is updating so I might as well jump on the boat... or is it bandwagon? Eh. For those of you whom I have not been in touch with (so all of you pretty much) I've been hanging out in Claremont all summer. My internship has been valuable but also boring. It's arts administration stuff and, frankly, filing and office-work aren't my cup of tea. That said, I think that the experience has been really good for me. It's a 9-5 deal and I'm glad that it has forced me to abandon my care-free student attitude. I've also made a tremendous number of really fabulous contacts and Mary (my supervisor) helped me get an internship for the fall that is perfect. It's with a private paintings conservator who used to work for LACMA (they have a magnificent conservation department) and who is very highly regarded by people in the field. By some amazing stroke of luck her last assistant (who had been with her for 2 years) is starting grad school this september so she needed someone else to take on her job...so yay!
I'm moving out to Westwood (I think) at the end of the month and for the record I CANNOT WAIT! Claremont is the pits. I never really noticed how horribly boring it is but I seriously considered dropping acid this summer just because I was so bored (I didn't though... of course). I don't quite have housing worked out yet. I agreed to rent a room and a bathroom in this freaking mansion of DOOM in the neighborhood directly south of UCLA and north of Wilshire but my mom, who agreed to help me with a deposit since I haven't any money, thinks it's too expensive and is making my life difficult. The really funny part is that this place is only 775 with utilities and it's in a great neighborhood. Compared to the other stuff I've been looking at it's a very reasonably priced palace.
So yes, that's my life for the most part. I go to work and diddle around on the internet during my occasional filing breaks. I think things would be a lot better if I had a car (and license yes yes, I know) but as I don't, I'm kind of stranded. When Laurel goes out I go with her but a) I feel like an ass asking her to take me anywhere and b) we like to do different things. Liberty and Huth have been awesome. They come out to visit pretty regularly and I always have a blast with them, but again, I feel like a jerk because they have to drive such a long way. I really want to remedy my license problem but at this point I don't even know if it's worth the trouble. Even if I found a car to take the test on I wouldn't have anything to drive on a regular basis.
There isn't much going on on the boy front. I still heart Ben Rapalee and I think he's into me (but I'm not sure if he's the dating type). He and I were supposed to go to a concert on Saturday but I'm a bimbo and I got the dates confused so I couldn't make it. So on sunday he called me to say that he was in the area and that he wanted to stop by just for a minute to say hi before meeting his sister for lunch. I thought I had like fifteen minutes to try to clean up the horrifying squalor in which I live but he got there about two minutes after he called. It was so humiliating! To give you guys some background.... laurel has a wonderful little puppy. Her name is Nali and she's a miniature american eskimo which means that she's the fuzziest thing I've ever seen. We don't have a vacuum cleaner and neither of us can afford to buy one so after about a month of crawling around on my hands and knees with a dustbuster I kind of gave up. Thus my hardwood floors are carpeted in dog fur. It's really icky. The worst part was that as soon as ben called I ran outside to try to sweep off the front steps (they're gross) and he caught me doing it. So he totally knows that I love him and worry about him knowing I'm a total slob. I was so embarrassed that I just kind of stood there and blushed the whole time he was over. Also, he mocked me for being narcissistic and painting myself all the time... ugh, I was so humiliated! So yeah, that's my story.
Ok, it's time to take a break from my break and go make some caffeinated glorious coffee.
Ciao bellissimi.
I love you all and miss you horribly.
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July 22nd, 2006
02:59 pm
Last night I got bored and cut my hair. I hate when I do that. I look like a Pomeranian for reals now.
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July 7th, 2006
03:17 pm
My tummy hurts rather horribly. It's making work extremely difficult. I hope my boss mistakes the troubled expression on my face for a contemplative look rather than a pained one. Ouchie.
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May 3rd, 2006
11:30 am
After not putting enough work into my senior thesis throughout the semester, I found myself in an unfortunate position. I had two weeks in which to write/edit the material I had into good enough shape to submitt to my readers. I'm a very independent worker (ie. I procrastinate and work best under pressure, thus I don't like to work closely with professors) and I only met with my readers once during the semester. So when I handed in a draft (a very rough draft) to my first reader two weeks before the body of the thesis was due, he hadn't seen any of my work yet. He was appalled. He wrote me three emails in which he said "this is not passing work," "I am not a dancing bear," and "I feel like a fast food server editing a shoddy body of work." He also refered my rough draft as a "text" (in quotation marks) - imply, of course, that it was not worthy of the title. In light of this, I find it amusing that today (after I handed my completed thesis in on friday) I recieved an email from this same professor in which he said "we [both readers] thought your thesis was excellent and deserving of an A-. I mean, wow. I worked really hard to get it into shape during the last two weeks, but in light of this email I have a few theories....
1) uber grade inflation occurs at Pomona.
2) he was just trying to psych me out with his earlier emails (which I do not think is true considering the extent of his rage).
3) I am really really really good at revising.
4) the universe is insane.
I'm opting for 4. How silly. Now, after reading the rather glowing praise he tossed in my direction, I wish I'd worked with him throughout the semester so I could have gotten that A. Oh well. I won't pretend I'm not happy.
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April 5th, 2006
05:02 pm
I really like energy policy. I find it fascinating.
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March 6th, 2006
07:04 pm - fuck you 'Ok Cupid'
Underappreciated | | The Battleaxe
Deliberate Brutal Love Master (DBLMf)
Sharp. Hardened. Dominating. The Battleaxe sweeps all before her, smiting and what not.
You've had a number of serious relationships, so you obviously have many attractive qualities. You're well experienced in dealing with other people's weirdnesses, and it's likely you're good in bed by now, too. Also, like the drunken housewife chucking Heinekens at her no-good husband, you've got a lot of energy.
People can tell you're sophisticated, and so you find yourself the object of infatuations quite often. But it's how you handle yourself in your relationships that gets you the 'brutal' tag. Controlling? Imperious? Overbearing? Yes, please.
Your exact opposite:
The Nurse
Random Gentle Sex Dreamer
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ALWAYS AVOID: The Poolboy
CONSIDER: The False Messiah, someone just like you. |
Link: The 32-Type Dating Test by OkCupid - Free Online Dating.
My profile name: manetmoxy |
This doesn't seem right to me.
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February 14th, 2006
February 9th, 2006
04:48 pm
Never let it be said that my heart cannot be won by a plushy pink gorilla, the best mix tape ever and about eight pounds of chocolate. I love Rachel with the entirety of my heart.
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