Tuesday, May 31, 2005

No Doubt About It

Oooo, hot.
Your boyfriend is Giles.


Who is your Buffy boyfriend?
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The Empire Strikes Bush

The Empire Strikes Bush

For those who haven't seen Revenge of the Sith and don't want to be spoiled, don't read this...

Okay...saw the movie on Saturday night. It's good. Not great, mind you, but good. Pretty boys, light saber fights. Hayden Christensen can't act his way out of a paper bag, but he's pretty to look at. Ewan McGregor (also pretty to look at) was decent. I was disappointed in Samuel L. Jackson and Natalie Portman but I can't totally blame them. Their dialogue was crap. The movie does bring us up to speed with Episode 4, so all in all, a good movie.

What makes it even better, though, is exactly what this Washington Post article examines. This movie is a harsh critique of the Bush administration. Darth Vader is George W. Bush. Who said this, "If you're not with me, you're my enemy?" If you think Bush, you're close. It's actually a line from Vader. Bush said, "You are either with us or against us." Personally, I like Obi-Wan's response, "Only a Sith thinks in absolutes." Bush is a SITH!

I was talking to Winston about this and I think this is a political strength for the Republicans. No, not their evilness. They are very good at giving absolute, sound bite answers during campaigns. In fact, I think Kerry's inability to do this is what eventually lost him the election. The thing I admire about Kerry is that he doesn't think in absolutes. He sees the shades of grey that exist. He would thoughtfully answer questions addressing shades of grey. Unfortunately, these answers are not good sound bites. And, he can sometimes come across as wishy-washy. Why did he say X before and now he's saying Y? For example, when he first voted for additional funding for the war and then the second time he didn't, he was called wishy washy and unable to make up his mind. In truth, the circumstances changed and his reponse to the new circumstances was different. He didn't change his mind--he reacted to a new set of variables.

Winston suggested that the Democrats need to understand the difference between campaigning and governing. In a campaign, you need to sound strong, resolute, and unwaivering. But, when faced with the realities of governing, you need to be flexible and able to adjust to changing parameters. The Democrats, Kerry specifically, campaigned the way they would govern to their detriment. The Republicans also campaigned the way they govern, much to our detriment.

Yep.


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.

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Friday, May 27, 2005

Mrs. O'Leary's Lost her Cow

A few weeks ago, B called me up and asked me how my Irish accent was. I can't do Cockney worth a shit, but I actually have a pretty good Irish one, and I told him so. He said good and that he and R had discussed who needed to show up at the reenactment on Sunday. Mrs. O'Leary. Yep, that Mrs. O'Leary of the Chicago fire fame. Now, the reenactment was taking place in 1883 and the fire was 1871, so we just wanted to play and foreshadow the firey events to come. I dressed in my work dress and apron (and my work dress looked better than a lot of women's town dresses, thankyewverymuch), carried a latern, and walked around the settlement asking if people had seen my cow, Daisy. It was hysterical. Most people got it and the moment they did, you could just see their eyes light up.


Me as Mrs. Kate O'Leary. Notice the latern.

I approached a middle aged couple and asked if they had seen my cow. The woman laughed and apologized and said no, she hadn't. Her husband, on the other hand, started rubbing his belly and said that he hadn't seen a cow, but he had had a really great steak down the way. I, of course, was incensed, "Oh, no! Daisy's not for eatin', she's for milkin'! Stop it with yerself!"

Another woman, when I told her if she could send Daisy down to the O'Leary farm if she saw her, just giggled and said, "The O'Leary's, huh?? Well, I will do that. And, I also hear it's going to be a hot night in Chicago tonight." I told her, "No such thing. It's supposed to be right lovely this evenin'."

Later, G and T came up to me and told me they had found Daisy. We took off and found a woman in a cow print jacket and cow hat shilling some sort of cow chip bingo game. I'm guessing she doesn't get to many reenactments because here's the conversation that we had. I approached her, looked her up and down and turned to T.

Kaffy: No, that's no my Daisy. My Daisy's white with brown markin's and this one's got black markin's. Also, my Daisy's got four legs and this one's only got the two. [then I turned to the lady dressed as a cow] You haven't seen another cow around here, have you? I'm missing my Daisy and have been lookin' for her all day.

Cow Lady: [looking very confused] No, I haven't seen a cow, sorry.

Kaffy: Name's O'Leary. Kate O'Leary. Are you sure you haven't seen my Daisy?

Cow Lady: No, sorry. [then she took off the cow hat and looked at me seriously] You know I'm not really a cow.

Kaffy: Ah, sweet Jesus, Mary and Joseph! What's happened to this cow? First, she's only got two legs and now she's taking off her head!
[Cow Lady then put her hat back on] Oh dear me, that's better. Well, thank you kindly, wee cow. If you see my Daisy, send her home, won't you?

T & I then walked away giggling. That lady was dead serious when she assured me that she wasn't a cow. Funniest thing evah!

During the day, I learned how to embroider. L made little sewing bags with a needle, beeswax, and an embroidery hoop in it for everyone. Then she drew our initials on it and taught us how to embroider them. Here's me working on mine with Winston looking on.



And, here's the "K" done.



Oh! I forgot to tell you about the Ladies' Activities they had on Saturday. Since the men are typically off playing soldier at these things, they try to have crafts for the ladies. On Saturday, I went to two of the classes. In the first one, I made a hand sewn leather book. In the second, I made solid perfume out of beeswax and vaseline and essential oils. Mine is vanilla and lavender and smell quite yummy. We also stamped and colored little sachets to put our perfume in. I'm so crafty.

All in all, it was a fun weekend. I'm looking forward to the next one!

Spa Day

Today is a half day at work, and I'm going to spend the afternoon at the spa. Yes, you read correctly. I'm going to pamper myself and relax and enjoy my afternoon of complete indulgence. I'm getting a manicure, pedicure, facial, and massage. I hope to be a mass of oozing relaxation by the time they're done. Winston gave me a gift certificate for my birthday and I'm finally getting around to using it. I cannot wait.

Thursday, May 26, 2005

Creators.com - Molly Ivins

Creators.com - Molly Ivins - May 24, 2005

I have loved columnist Molly Ivins for years. She's the kind of Texas woman I adore: strong, witty, brash, liberal. In this article, she quotes Senfronia Thompson, a Texas state representative from Houston, who is "speaking against the Legislature's recent folly of putting a superfluous anti-gay marriage measure into the state constitution."

Just a few highlights:

I have been a member of this august body for three decades, and today is one of the all-time low points. We are going in the wrong direction, in the direction of hate and fear and discrimination. Members, we all know what this is about; this is the politics of divisiveness at it's worst, a wedge issue that is meant to divide.

Members, this bill is about hate and fear and discrimination. . . . When I was a small girl, white folks used to talk about 'protecting the institution of marriage' as well. What they meant was if people of my color tried to marry people of Mr. Chisum's color, you'd often find the people of my color hanging from a tree. . . . Fifty years ago, white folks thought interracial marriages were 'a threat to the institution of marriage.'

Members, I'm a Christian and a proud Christian. I read the good book and do my best to live by it. I have never read the verse where it says, 'Gay people can't marry.' I have never read the verse where it says, 'Thou shalt discriminate against those not like me.' I have never read the verse where it says, 'Let's base our public policy on hate and fear and discrimination.' Christianity to me is love and hope and faith and forgiveness -- not hate and discrimination.

I have listened to the arguments. I have listened to all of the crap. . . . I want you to know that this amendment [is] blowing smoke to fuel the hell-fire flames of bigotry.


I think I'm in love with Rep. Thompson. Unfortunately, the amendment passed.


Wednesday, May 25, 2005

Fun with Dental Hygiene

After going to the dentist in January and having to go through under gum, deep cleaning, I have been very good about flossing. But, I have a small mouth (no comments from the peanut gallery!) and I have a hard time reaching my back teeth. Enter the Reach Access. I got a free sample and tried it out. That thing rocks! Don't have to wind the floss around my fingers and watch as the tips turn purple because I've wound too tightly. I don't have to battle my tongue and contort into weird positions trying to reach the back teeth. In fact, you don't even have to put your fingers in your mouth. I'm very excited about my new find. And, yes, I realize how pathetic I am about my flossing woes. I have a sad life.

Tuesday, May 24, 2005

Referrals

Dear me. I just checked the keywords that people are using to get to my blog recently.

Homage to my hair: Yeah, okay. I'll cop to that. I talk about hair a lot.

black lowlights: Yep, more hair talk. At least this time, it was about Broad.

fage yogurt: Stuff of the Gods. Much like pimento cheese.

mexican surfer female kat: Okay. Don't even know how that one happened.

the biggest vagina in the world with no APs on it: I'm askeered. Hold me.

And now, for my favorite...

I bake you a pie and you call me a bitch! You're the bitch! YOU ARE

You know, if someone did bake you a pie, I think you are a bitch if you call her a bitch.

The Ball

The event closed to the public around 4:00pm on Saturday. We gathered at the Kaufmann's tent and had a potluck supper. I did find out something distressing about Winston. He doesn't like pimento cheese. Who doesn't like homemade pimento cheese?? It is stuff of the gods. But he doesn't like it. Says it's too pimento-y. Whatever that means.

After supper, we readied ourselves for the ball. We went as the Honorable Andrew Lyons and his wife (the British ambassador), Lord & Lady Palmerston (the Prime Minister--that's me and Winston), and others in the court of Queen Victoria. Last year at this event, we had the Prince and Princess of Wales and even a British guard, but they couldn't make it this year, so we had to scale down. We were going to attend just as ourselves, but the organizers wanted the royal entourage there so we could do formal announcements and whatnot with the President and his wife.

The picture's a bit dark because it's, duh, night. But, here are the ladies in our ballgowns. Aren't we pretty??



After we got to the ball (aka the cafeteria of the local high school), we lined up outside for the grand march. Because we were the royal entourage, we went in directly behind the Lincolns.

Here's Winston and me all prettified.



And, here's Winston chatting up the President.



Winston and I got to waltz together. He's a great dancer and makes my insides all squishy when he dances with me.

We stayed for about 1 1/2 hours then headed on back to our tent to change (release me from the corset! I had been in that puppy for 12 hours). After getting back into 21st C. clothing, we went over to L's tent and chatted with her for awhile. Then back to our tent where we fixed our sleeping bags, crawled under the covers and slept as well as we could on the hard ground. Poor Winston was on a rock most of the night.

Monday, May 23, 2005

Civil Warrin'

The reenactment went smoothly this weekend despite my reservations. I have a lot of stories, so I'll feed you some bits at a time.

First, a bit of background. The group I'm involved with is the Great Lakes Reenactors' Guild which we started about 3 years ago. B and L (who are cousins) have been reenacting for years. B got me involved after we did a show together. They both design costumes and sew and B has sewn every 19th century dress I own. B and R own a sutlery, Kaufmann's Emporium, and they have quite a side business.

The event started on Saturday. Winston and I were up at the crack of dawn to load the car, get to the event, set up, and change all before 10 am. B, R and L got there on Friday and set up our tents, so we at least didn't have to do that. We got all set up and dressed and blah blah blah and met the rest of our group outside the house we were stationed at to have a lawn party. The two girls I had complained about previously? Took our chairs. What ev. I know I was feeling particularly snippy about them and that just didn't help.

First, we went over to B&R's tent to see them. L had made a waistcoat for Winston. Isn't he hot? I mean, seriously.



That's L in the black dress behind Winston. And way in the back, inside the tent, are R and B.

We spent the day walking around and doing crafts. I crocheted some and Winston made a kite.



Aren't we cute?? That dress I'm wearing? B had made it as a commission for someone else. WHO DIDN'T LIKE IT. Is she insane or what? At least I profited from her insanity and I got it at a steal. It's gorgeous. And 100% silk, thankyewverymuch.

We had a pretty good day overall. I got a bit sunburned, but not too bad.

Up next, the ball...

My Life In Pictures

Snagged from Psycho Girl.

Here is where I grew up:



Well, that's the place I lived from age 11 to 18. Very formative years.

This is where I live now:



Note: I do not live in that particular house. Boy, do I wish!

This is my name:



It's also my body. Yeaaaahhhh....

This was my grandmother's name:



This was my other grandmother's name:



This is my favorite food:



[Edit: looking at this, I realize it looks like donut holes. It's really truffles.]

This is my favorite drink:



This is my favorite smell:



These are my favorite shoes:




Quoted directly from Psycho babe:

Visit: images.google.com

Search: the place you grew up, the place you live now, your name, your Grandmother's name, your favorite food, your favorite drink, your favorite song, your favorite smell and your favorite shoes.

Then, post the first (or your favorite) results for each.

Don't be an asshole: be sure to save images and upload them to your own server.

Friday, May 20, 2005

Yikes

FemDefence.

I realize this is an art installation, but part of me wishes it were real. In the midst of getting raped, hearing the guy shout with pain as his dick is punctured? Not bad. Realistically, it'd probably piss him off so much that he'd kill you dead, but in my fantasy land? It don't suck.

Don't Get Me Angry

I'm headed off to a Civil War Re-enactment this weekend. I get to get all tarted up in pretty Victorian clothes and hang out with friends and play and have a good time. But (and there's always a "but," isn't there?), I am pissed at two of the girls attending. And, I do mean "girls." They're young (mid-20's), flighty drama queens. They're two of the people who are pissed at me because of the email I sent out this week. Let me tell you exactly what was said in the email:

Storage: We will have B's A-frame tent set up on the side of the house for storing items. Kaufmann's is off-limits for storage. Note: do NOT bring your entire house to the event (G & T I'm looking at you!). We need to store stuff for 6 people, and the tent isn't big. Also, the tent is being used by 2 people on Saturday night for camping, so you cannot leave stuff overnight.

So, the two girls pissed at me are G and T because I made a side joke about them notoriously not packing light. Again, they did not tell me that they were mad. They told B who told me. That pisses me off. If you're mad at me, why don't you tell me?

Being the adult in this situation, I emailed them back:

B tells me you are upset with my, obviously failed, attempt at humor in yesterday's email. I'm sorry it upset you. It certainly wasn't intended to. If I ever do anything to upset you, please let me know. I look forward to seeing you on Saturday.

Short, to the point. I was pissed, so I didn't trust myself to say much more. They responded back. I wish I still had their emails, but I deleted them. But, here was their basic arguement: 1) we had to bring more stuff than other people, 2) we shared our stuff with others, and 3) it's our stuff to bring and it wasn't encroaching on others.

Here's where I stand now. I want to set them straight because numbers 1 and 3 are patently false and number 2? Everyone was sharing stuff with everyone else. But, they are flighty, overly sensitive, drama queens. Now that they have "cleared the air," they've forgotten about it. I, on the other hand, am slow to anger, but once you've pissed me off? You're fucked. If I did what I really wanted to do, it would resort in 2 little girls in puddles of tears. But, I don't want to make the weekend miserable for everyone. As it stands, I am the only one who is still pissed. I am the only one who has any lingering bad feelings. If I tore them new assholes (which I so want to do), it would make me feel better, but the little girls would feel horrible, and they are the sorts who would make everyone around them feel horrible, too.

Broad suggests that I let them get all their shit spread out, which they will most certainly do, and then calmly point out that their shit is, in fact, encroaching on everyone else. I think that's a good suggestion, but I still want to be a bitch to them. I want to hurt them and make them cry. (What can I say? I'm a Scorpio.) I am going to try and avoid them as much as possible, but our space is very small. I won't be able to avoid them anywhere near as much as I like.

I just needed to get that out. Hopefully, just by writing it out, I will have gotten the bad feelings out. But I doubt it. Again, slow to anger, but once I am angry? I hold a grudge until Jesus comes back.

I seem to be in the right place.




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American Cities That Best Fit You:



55% Chicago

55% New York City

55% Washington, DC

50% Austin

50% Philadelphia





Snagged from her.

Thursday, May 19, 2005

Ponderings

I just popped a baby carrot in my mouth when I realized that I had to pee. So, off I go to the restroom which is only about 20 feet from me. I sit down and start doing my business while I'm still chewing the aforementioned baby carrot. Does anyone else think it just seems wrong to be taking care of both ends of the digestive tract at the same time?? Just me then?

Wednesday, May 18, 2005

Ummm..You've got something showing there...

Please go look at this picture . It's priceless.

Chicago Tribune | Governor fights back

Chicago Tribune | Governor fights back: "'And this is the kind of thing that I think, frankly, separates the men from the boys in leadership. Do you have the testicular virility to make a decision like that, knowing what's coming your way and then stick to it, which is what I did, and knowing all of this that we're dealing with now is what we have to deal with? I say I do.'"

I love my Governor. I don't know why, but this cracks me up to no end and doesn't offend me in the least. Even though I would have said, "Do you have the ovaries to make a decision like that..."

Tuesday, May 17, 2005

Some People are Too Damn Sensitive

I fucking don't understand people. I just don't. I've got 3 people mad at me for an email I sent out yesterday that was an informational email. We're (a reenactment group I belong to) doing a Civil War reenactment this weekend, and I'm the organizer for this event. I sent out a reminder email yesterday with lists of things to remember to do/bring. Short, sweet, to the point. And, now? Three overly sensitive people are mad at me because of it. I am completely flummoxed. Better yet, did any of them tell me they were mad? Of course not. They told someone else so he could tell me. If you're pissed at me, tell me. If you can't, maybe you need to see if your pissed attitude is warranted. Bet it's not. I don't even fucking want to go anymore.

Thursday, May 12, 2005

Lilacs and Pajama Days

When I was a little girl, we had a lilac bush in our back yard much like this one:



I don't think you can tell from the picture, but lilac bushes are kind of hollow on the inside. In fact, there's just enough room for a folding lawn chair and a cardboard box. And, yes, I know this for a fact. I had just such a set up in our bush. I'm the middle of 5 kids in my family and in a family that large, there's just no such thing as a place to be alone. I shared a room with a sister most of my life. Even the bathroom wasn't safe because if you spent too much time in there, someone would just barge in. So, I found our lilac bush and appropriated it. I never told anyone about my hideout when I was a little girl. I especially didn't tell my siblings. It was my place to go when I wanted to be alone, read, play with my Barbies, whatever.

This time of year when lilacs are in bloom, the smell takes me back to the bush in our backyard and the sense of calm I would get by spending time there. Lilacs are my favorite flower because of that smell.

To this day, I still need some alone time to read, play with my Barbies play on my computer, whatever. Being single, I get more of that time than I need, really. But, I still appreciate it since I didn't get too much of it until, well, I was about 31 and got my first apartment on my own. I regularly hole up in my apartment for "pajama weekends" where I stay in my jammies all nasty and grungy, let the machine (yes, "machine!" I'm a luddite, what can I say?) get all calls, and hide away from the world for a couple of days.

Prompted by one of her posts, Broad and I were talking about singleness and alone time not too long ago. She is very protective of her space and sharing it does not come easily. I am very protective of my space, and sharing it is easier for me, but I am very particular about who I share it with. It was during that conversation that I realized I had someone I actually like sharing my pajama weekends with. That's new. And scary.

Wednesday, May 11, 2005

Yay, Kraft!

Kraft has signed on as a sponsor of the 2006 Gay Games. Go, them!! Unfortunately, The American Family Association has sent an email blast to their minions asking them to contact Kraft and "Tell Kraft to drop their corporate sponsorship of the 2006 Gay Games in Chicago." So, if you support Kraft's decision, contact them and let them know!

You can send them a note online or call them at 1-800-323-0768.

Best Laid Plans and All That

My brother (who lives in Houston) planned a trip to visit my parents (in Memphis) for the week of June 5. My mom called me and asked me to try and go down then, too, so that she could have all her babies in one place on June 7th. I don't have a lot of vacation time to use this year, so I checked my schedule. I figured out I could fly down for a few days, call my sister to make sure she can get me from the airport, it's all good. My sister & I decide to keep my coming a secret and surprise Mom. It'll be fun!

I just got an email from my sister. Brother has changed his plans and is coming the week of June 26th. Crap. I emailed to see if he can change it back.

I can probably change my flight, but it'll cost me either $100 total or $100 each way, haven't quite figured that out yet. It sucks. If it's $100 each way, there's no way I can afford it. The tickets were already $300.

Tuesday, May 10, 2005

New Shoes!

I ordered these shoes from Zappos yesterday. They were delivered this morning. Their shipping RAWKS! And, the shoes? Too too cute and so very comfy.

Some People Just Annoy Me

Dear Lackey,

There is absolutely no reason for you to tell me that you're calling for Mr. So-and-So, a member of senior management for your company. I don't care who you're calling for. I know you think it makes you sound all important to be doing grunt work for Mr.Senior Management, but it doesn't. It just makes you sound like you do grunt work. And, I'm going to be as nice to you as I would to Mr. So-and-So. Well, not really. Because now that you've told me you're calling for "senior management," I think you're a big dork, and I'm going to treat you as such. Well, not really, I'd get fired. But, I'm gonna think you're a big dork and I'm gonna write you a stupid letter on my blog for all the world to see how big a dork you are. Get some ovaries, woman, and call for yourself. You don't need "senior management" behind you to make a fucking phone call.

Thank you for your interest in our company, and if I may be of any further assistance, please do not hesitate to call me.

Best regards,

Kaffy

Monday, May 09, 2005

Explosive Monday

7:00: Alarm clock goes off.

7:11: Realize alarm is going off. Hit snooze.

7:20: Hit snooze.

7:29: Hit snooze.

7:38: Hit snooze.

7:47: Fuck it. Turn the damn thing off.

8:15: Damn. Get yerself outta bed, you lazy git.

8:15-8:30: Play with cat.

8:30-9:15: Shower, etc.

9:15: Turn on kitchen light. All lightbulbs explode. Okay, the only remaining working lighbulb explodes. Pull out ladder. Grab lightbulbs. Replace. Awww...light! Shit. I need to clean the kitchen.

9:25: Pull out stuff to make sammich for lunch. Drop mustard and watch as cap breaks into tiny pieces and mustard explodes all over the kitchen floor. Grab cat as he walks through mustard leaving little mustardy paw prints. Clean cat. Clean floor.

9:35: Make lunch.

10:00: Finally, arrive at work. Thank God traffic was light.

Friday, May 06, 2005

I'm Baack!

Since I took my hiatus and I haven't blogged in quite a while, I thought I'd catch you all up on what's been going on:

*As you know, school for the semester is over! Yay! My final exam grade was posted for my Medieval Women's Lit class: 97, baby! So, I got an A in that class.

*I also got an A in my Secondary Methods class. Okay, I actually got a 101% in that class. Let me explain...no, is too much, let me sum up: My teacher doesn't read our stuff. He just skims. I sat in his office on Wednesday night as he graded my 12 page paper, and 40 page final project. He skimmed the paper, oohed over the charts and gave me a 100. He skimmed the project, made a couple of comments, and gave me a 100. What. Ev. I'm not going to complain about the A, but I could have done crap work and still gotten an A.

*I'm taking the summer off. Not by choice, but there are no classes offered at a time when I can take them. I am happy about that and not. It sets me back at least 2 terms, but I can sho' enough use the time off.

*Work is work. I had a month from hell in April due to all the projects, etc., but I made it through and it's back to normal busy now.

*We had a Cinco de Mayo happy hour after work yesterday. Winston even came downtown and joined us. It was fun but the restaurant was hella busy and crowded. Winston and I left and met some of his friends for supper. That was fun. They're nice people and told us all about their honeymoon. In COSTA RICA! How cool is that??

That's all I got. How sad is that? I barely blogged for a whole month and that's all I got! Well, now you know why I took the hiatus. I was too busy with work and school. Blech.

This weekend, I'm getting my hair done. SO happy about that as I have the Roots O'Doom. Did I mention the busy? Yeah, I even skipped my hair appt., so it's been a scary long time since I've had the roots touched up. Yikes. After hair, I hope EWK, Broad, Winston and I will all do lunch. That should be fun.

Quite True, Actually

You scored as Cultural Creative. Cultural Creatives are probably the newest group to enter this realm. You are a modern thinker who tends to shy away from organized religion but still feels as if there is something greater than ourselves. You are very spiritual, even if you are not religious. Life has a meaning outside of the rational.

Cultural Creative

94%

Postmodernist

75%

Romanticist

50%

Idealist

44%

Existentialist

38%

Modernist

25%

Fundamentalist

19%

Materialist

13%

What is Your World View?
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Thursday, May 05, 2005

So Not Surprised by This





Your Taste in Music:


80's Rock: High Influence
Classic Rock: High Influence
Country: High Influence
80's Pop: Medium Influence
80's R&B: Medium Influence
90's Pop: Medium Influence
80's Alternative: Low Influence
90's Hip Hop: Low Influence
Hair Bands: Low Influence



Snagged from her.

Wednesday, May 04, 2005

Wahoo!!

SCHOOL'S OUT FOR SUMMER!

11 handwritten pages and one hand cramp later, my last final has been took. I am done! Well, I am done for the semester. I still have at least 3 semesters left till I'm done, but I do have the summer off. Which is happy making and not happy making all at the same time. I will have more free time to have a social life and spend more time with Winston, but it does set me back some. Oh, well.

I ended up with over 100% in one class. The other? I'm a borderline A/B. I think it will depend on the final, but I did rock on it. At least I think I did. I'll let y'all know.

In other, random news, Broad has heard through the grapevine that, apparently, I threatened to kick her sister's ass last summer. I am much more edgy and street than I ever suspected. Look at me, I'm a bad ass. You all better watch yourselves around me.