9.29.2003,10:48
identity issues

me, according to the internet today:

Your soul is worth £12348. For your peace of mind, 69% of people have a purer soul than you. - hmm, I think I'll just go with "that number must be a coincidence."

Extroverted (E) 65.71% Introverted (I) 34.29% - accoring to this, I'm a lot more of an extrovert than I was in highschool
Intuitive (N) 75% Sensing (S) 25%
Feeling (F) 71.43% Thinking (T) 28.57%
Perceiving (P) 58.33% Judging (J) 41.67%

ENFP - "Journalist". Uncanny sense of the motivations of others. Life is an exciting drama. 5% of the total population.
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The Big Five Personality Test
Extroverted|||||||||||||||| 68%
Introverted |||||||||| 32%
Friendly |||||||||||||||||| 80%
Aggressive |||| 20%
Orderly |||||||||||||| 58%
Disorderly |||||||||||| 42%
Relaxed |||||||||| 36%
Emotional||||||||||||||||64%
Intellectual |||||||||||||||||||| 84%
Practical |||| 16%


- I don't like these guys. They said I scored unusually low on 'emotional stability'. bah. who needs that shit anyways?
 
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9.26.2003,19:57
you won't believe this shit

I am on the internet. I am sitting in my living room. This is a very good thing. I am now a very happy person. I have an actual online presence again!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Did I mention YAY??!!
 
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9.22.2003,10:08
conspiracy theory

the only reason I can think of to describe the secret seagull conventions that go on outside my bedroom window just before dawn.
 
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9.19.2003,12:25
I'm sick.

No, don't be cute, I'm not really the depraved type, I happen to be genuinely, bonafidely ill. My throat is swollen up to almost twice it's normal size. I'm also at school. I guess maybe I should go home, but that would take more energy than just hanging around until French class. blah.

I gave Miles a haircut last night, which was fun exactly because it was so random. I also went for dinner with my mom, her boyfriend, 2 of 3 sisters and my grandpa and his fifth wife. Going anywhere with my family is never unstressful. We didn't get to the restaurant until 8:00, I didn't get home until late, and still had homework to do, so therefore I got very little sleep. I hold this at least partially responsible for my current state of un-wellness. I also got to watch my roomate and her boyfriend have a fight. Seems like lately I'm just trying to see how many extremely uncomfortable situations I can wedge myself into. bleh.

My mom's latest boyfriend says I'm hiding from something and that because I'm a libra I should watch out or I'll end up with fat hips. I was like, thanks, I need another complex. I have one more social event planned in the near future, and then after that, it's crawling under a rock time. I don't feel fit to be seen in public. blih.

AND, TO THE EVIL CELL PHONE BITCH OUTSIDE OF BUCHANAN YESTERDAY:

Thanks for swinging your bookbag into my face and sending me flying down the stairs. I have a huge gross gash on the bottom of my left hand that is still oozing, and my right knee is so purple I'm now anxiously watching the sky incase the one-eyed one-horned flying purple people eater happens to be out hunting, since I now qualify as valid prey. Also, you caused all 8 of my remaining cigarettes to fall into a fairly substantial puddle and be rendered completely unsmokable. karma will get you, evil one. bloh.

Between the fever-induced tenuous grasp on reality, the oozing hand, and the limp, I'm a fucking basket case. I guess that means it's time to go write my french composition before I have to go to class. bluh.

If you see a brain on a string floating by (think Mr. Garrison's head in the LSD episode), grab it. It's mine and I'd like it back at some point. blyh.
 
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9.17.2003,16:09
did I loose me mind, or did it lose me?

brainless. not in my head. my brain is where. is it, it is. brain head diaspora. sense makes nothing, and nothing makes sense.

I couldn't sleep last night. I smoked so many cigarettes that I feel like Janis Joplin today, a feeling I am emphasizing with my grubby denim and unkempt hair plus giant under-eye bags today. I drank four cups of coffee this morning. it only made me have to pee during french class. we did the 'je suis une pizza' song today. I am not a pizza, I am a burned out blues singer. I dreamed I was leading a revolution last night.

I saw Once Upon a Time in Mexico last night, and it was pretty much exactly what I expected, which, don't get me wrong, is a very good thing. especially the Johnny Depp as dead-doll with no eyes scene. you could tell he enjoyed that little extra-arty moment. I also ran into an old, old friend last night, which I did not expect. we are planning to try to get together and catch up. that is also good, only I am already running in circles. nonetheless, I remain convinced that some year, my grandfather will choose something other than the absolute worst possible week to come to town.
 
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9.15.2003,10:38
monday, monday, sometimes it just turns out that way

I am re-analyzing my life (again - yes, re-again). Do I want to commit to new blinds or do I want to move on soon, and therefore not buy blinds for windows that I will be leaving sometime? But sometime could be a long, blindless time... See, even the simple shit can be cause for questioning. I'd know what I wanted if I only knew what I wanted. Okay, so I've never liked making decisions.

My roomate has decided that the plants in our livingroom ought to proliferate, and has therefore, bought a bunch more, but two of them are spider plants, ewww. Now, whether or not you subscribe to the superstition that spider plants actually attract spiders, you must admit that they ar eat the very least a bad omen. I finally live in an arachnid-free zone, and I'd like to keep it that way, especially after my several years stint in an arachnid ridden shed, which left me utterly convinced of my future desire to avoid them at all cost. Only now we have spider plants. Come here you cute little arachnid...

We are also in danger of having fake ivy hung up around the house. I don't even have to say eww here, do I? That's a given, right? Yeah. Roomie says she saw it in someone else's place and really liked it. I'm like, It's a fake plant, need I say more? See, we have fairly different decorating styles. Mine is much more minimalist, less is more, with the exception of a few (or sometimes even a lot) of well placed art, a couple of candles or interesting pices of glass or something, and a few plants. She wears the crown as Queen of Clutter (or at least is trying to steal it off of my mother's head). This involves an endless need to put shit everywhere, and shit included any kind of cultural or pseudo cultural anything, anything she finds outrageous, getto fab, or bootylicious. This is not my ideal home decor, needless to say, but does illustrate the differences in what we're each rebelling against. But it's driving me ape shit.

Don't get me wrong, she is on the whole a very good roomie, but does our apartement have to look like an uncomfotable throw-together collection of futile teenage rebellion?

Maybe if we could just take the punisher skull carving out of the livingroom window???
 
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9.08.2003,11:02
state of the world address

it gives me hope for the future that: ubc is actaully offering a course on refugees, immigrants, settlement and migration this year. and it's being taught by a genius. I do however have to wonder, how the hell they can justify this being the first year that such a course has been offered. Did migration, forced migration and settlement just recently become important issues? Have we just for the first time begun leaving our countries of birth, or being forced out (one way or another)? No, it has happened before? Then what gives?

I know the apocalypse is at hand because: while standing on the bus on my way home last week, a very elderly man with a cane got on the bus, and not only did all of the seated passengers (who included several young, extemely loud men who thought they were part of the cast of dragon ball z and a couple discussion their upcoming scuba diving adventure) fail to stand and offer their seat to this man, both dragon ball z boy #2 and he of the she/he diving team, thought it was acceptable to get mad (and yell loudly) at me for suggesting that one of them might want to offer their seat to this man who clearly could not stand on his own. Fucking sad, I have to say.

I am however, on the whole, very glad to be back at school. my courses seem very promising, with the exception of maybe french fur dumbasses #2, but hey, at least there's no term paper. the only downpoint so far is that I am already getting behind in my reading, since I can't afford to buy my books until my student loan arrives, which, let's face it, could be any time between now and the second coming.
 
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