| Extroversion. |
[Jun. 14th, 2009|09:01 pm] |
Did you know that I'm an extrovert?
It took a while to figure this out. Oh, sure, I've taken all those perky quizzes that treat you like you're as dumb as the kind of person that would be taking those quizzes. The questions are always things like, "Do you like staying home alone, reading a thick tome about the benefits of being alone, probably in some darkened corner so that you can saturate yourself with extra alone-ness?" or "When you think, do you like to think about the excitement of other people or their exciting interactions with other people as well as your exciting relationships with other exciting people?"
I've always thought I was one of those Option C people -- you know, too special for a category -- but then I found a very elegant definition. Whether you're an introvert or an extrovert depends on your answer to the question, "What energizes you?"
It made things pretty clear. If I'm at home reading a book, I don't want to do anything. I like reading, but I really just don't want to do anything, now if you'd please go away. On the other hand, if somebody manages to drag my ass to a party, I suddenly want to do everything in the world. Hell, I can do everything in the world! I'm so excited! I have so many plans! I must immediately implement all of my many great ideas, after I take care of all my errands, plan for my future, oh but first I must talk to all of the terrific people at this party, they are so interesting! I imagine that it feels like being a very capable and multifariously talented Golden Retriever.
Well, I've recently had a weekend that was a delightful overload of extroversion -- it didn't necessarily change my life, but it did grab life and give it a good shake like you must never do to a baby. I'm energized to do all sorts of things (like this, right now!), and even though it's been a week since then, I've lined up one exciting thing after another, because I've got the hang of it now. See, the trick is, I'm a high-functioning extroversion addict. |
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| Hi there! |
[Jun. 14th, 2009|08:56 pm] |
I dusted this thing off and cleaned it up for a sort of fresh start. It's going to be a little bit different, so I'm not sure if you'll want to stick around.
I feel alive again. Let's see how this goes. |
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| GREAT SCOTT! |
[Nov. 12th, 2007|10:04 pm] |
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| | anachronistic | ] |
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| | The Beatles | ] |
Happy temporal junction point of the space-time continuum, everyone! |
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| Why is this so important to me? |
[Oct. 20th, 2007|06:42 pm] |
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| | oh my god the fanfiction | ] |
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| | Operation Ivy | ] |
HOLY CRAP, guys. Out of all the fanfiction that turns out to be true, it's that Dumbledore really was gay for Grindelwald.
EDIT: Oh, except everyone's friendlists have apparently already gone crazy over this yesterday, which was precisely when I was out being social. There can be no middle ground! |
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[Jun. 26th, 2007|03:43 am] |
UKRAINE TRIP '07 -- June 26th - August 15th!
Edit: Okay, so it was actually until August 27th, but whatever, Ukraine was great. |
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| I am much more educated about the frontal lobe now. |
[Apr. 16th, 2007|10:07 pm] |
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| | STOP READING. | ] |
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| | Jello Biafra | ] |
I was going to post an entry about brains but I got distracted reading about the frontal lobe on Wikipedia, and now I have no time left because I need to go to sleep, so instead I shall tell you all about Twitter, which is a nifty gadget worth checking out.
Man, that frontal lobe is a riot. |
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| I am with Zoe. I like Zoe. |
[Apr. 7th, 2007|01:05 pm] |
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| | I like being with Zoe. | ] |
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| | Stef Bos | ] |
I drove! For four and a half hours! That is four and a half hours of me driving, just to clear things up.
It was very exciting, mostly because I am used to burning, crashing, rolling over, and then possibly dying horribly (depending on the detail of graphic animation) in the first sixty seconds of every racing game I have ever played. But, man, four hours? I probably got the highest score ever. I should've been contacted by the manufacturers of the game by now, and presented with a medal. At the very least, somebody should have given me the option to somehow fit my name into three letters, which would have then immortalized my success on the high scores screen.
ALX |
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| Also: |
[Apr. 1st, 2007|12:50 am] |
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| | pleased with toilets | ] |
Hey, this is cool. I like toilets. |
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| Speaking is not communication. |
[Apr. 1st, 2007|12:30 am] |
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| | I may be babbling. | ] |
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| | Animorphic | ] |
This morning I hit my elbow on the toilet paper holder, which hurt like anything. So, I gave it a good smack, and it rolled back and forth on its little rod. Then I knocked over my contact solution, which rolled across the floor and into my cat Bonya, who was rolling around on his back.
Which could only mean that they were all communicating. I mean, we've got sign language, and we've always had body language, so inanimate objects must have caught on, and Bonya spends a lot of time just staring at things, so he must have figured it out, and there I am standing in my own bathroom with one sock on and foam dribbling out of my mouth while this crowd gossips about what is very probably the pathetic state of my physique in the early morning.
I was about to drop to the floor and give them a piece of my mind, but I would have probably ended up calling someone's mother a cucmber in space, what with my grasp of the vocabulary. |
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| I mean, I can eat two ice creams, no problem, but still. |
[Feb. 25th, 2007|06:11 pm] |
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| | Laaaame. | ] |
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| | the pillows | ] |
Okay, so I'm walking home from comic book shopping, yeah? The weather's warm, and life and I are on pretty good terms. I stop on a street corner to wait for the light to change, next to this guy with a sign advertising some condo community. The sign looks kinda heavy, it's hot and he's got a full beard going, not to mention probably arthritis, and I'm sure the job doesn't come with a lot of perks, anyway, so I smile at him and he smiles back, and he seems like a nice fella, so when I get across the street to the ice cream van, I decide to get him a cone, too.
I eat my ice cream, waiting for the light to change again, then toddle back across the street and stand next to the guy. He looks at me, and I hand him the ice cream, and he says:
"Thanks, but I'm lactose intolerant."
I don't know how people still expect me to believe in God. |
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| Honestly, though. I can't see. |
[Feb. 24th, 2007|10:24 am] |
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| | C'mon, move! | ] |
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| | Of Montreal | ] |
I don't understand why we think animals have no imaginations. My cat Bonya, for example, is amazingly creative. He likes to pretend that he is invisible, and is actually quite good at it. I don't mean the typical creeping along walls and hiding in shadows invisible, but flat-out I am standing in front of you but you can see through me invisible. He gets a little carried away and starts really believing it, too.
I know this because his favorite time to think he is invisible is when he is standing on my desk, right in front of the computer screen, so that instead of seeing what I'm typing, all I see is cat.
I haven't the heart to tell him, though. I'm not one to be a destroyer of dreams. |
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| Despite the fact that I don't update. |
[Nov. 3rd, 2006|02:23 am] |
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| | AAAAAAUUUUUUGGGGGHHHHH | ] |
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| | Franz Ferdinand | ] |
Guys? Guys, you'd still like me even if I did ridiculously bad on the SAT's, right? 'Cause, oh man. |
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| Look at how teenaged I am! |
[Sep. 26th, 2006|08:26 pm] |
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| | Spam e-mail is not a life. | ] |
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| | The Phenomenauts | ] |
Sometimes I come home and check my e-mail, and then feel let down when I have no mail. (That's a downright lie; I have 128 unread messages.) But then I realize, hey, that's logical because I don't exist on the internet anymore. I know "anymore" is the appropriate term to use because I checked mail from several weeks ago and confirmed that I did, in fact, exist previously.
Some people don't get ever get e-mail. They're probably the ones that end up writing books about their existential crisis.
Some people don't even have mailboxes. These people don't exist. Their lack of a mailbox is hardly a pressing concern. |
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| So! |
[Sep. 6th, 2006|06:28 pm] |
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| | Just go read xkcd or something | ] |
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| | The Cardigans | ] |
School started. But this isn't one of those "now I'm going to be too busy to update" posts, because I realize that if I update any less than I already do, all of our brains will be warped into some sort of unique dimensional vortex in which it is somehow possible to make less updates -- and I don't know about you, but tomorrow I have to wake up bright and early in this universe, because I'm just not sure that my Calculus teacher will take kindly to an absence excuse that sounds that much like an acid trip.
My schedule!
On some days:
7 o'clock -- Caaalculus BC AP
9: 20 -- US Government AP
10: 50 -- English Language & Composition AP
12:15 -- Eating time
On days that are not those previously mentioned:
7 o'clock -- Calculus BC AP
9: 20 -- Physics II AP
10: 45 -- Eating time
11:20 -- Art History AP
I've got two classes less than usual because I am waiting for the library to throw open its arms and embrace me, mumbling sweet nothings into my hair as it slips me a job application with a pre-scheduled interview. At the moment we are more in the "So, Library, have you broken up with your girlfriend yet?" stage. |
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| What the hell, Misty?! |
[Aug. 16th, 2006|06:32 pm] |
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| | What the hell. | ] |
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| | April March | ] |
I was under the impression that my drop in cheer and overall internet activity for the past few weeks was due to forced employment at a place I hate, but recent consideration of other tragedies has proven that hypothesis false. Misty, whom some of you may know as the startlingly large lump growing on my elbow, has suffered an untimely demise by exploding and spurting blood and pus all over my bed.
That basically means that I was not budding, and am therefore not an asexually reproducing sponge of astounding intelligence.
Damn it. Life sucks. |
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| Disco lights and all. |
[Jul. 18th, 2006|12:56 pm] |
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| | Woo! YEAH. | ] |
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| | Mashina Vremeni | ] |
I don't care about all your scientific explanation shenanigans -- thunder and lightning are just our neighbours from upstairs having a huge party. |
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| This should have more details, but everyone who cares knows what happened. |
[Jul. 16th, 2006|01:23 pm] |
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| | Stop resizing, Photobucket! | ] |
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| | The Clash | ] |
So, the short and comma-filled version? I went to Cinevegas, the Las Vegas independent film festival, with my comrade Lynn, trotted on over to LA and bummed around Zoe's house for a week, visiting her at school, the Zoo Magnet, left Zoe for Lynn while we stayed at the W hotel and went to the Los Angeles Independent Film Festival, in the middle of which I zoomed on over to Hollywood with Zoe and mutual friend Polina to enjoy myself immensely at the concert of my favorite band, the pillows, following which I returned to LA Film Fest until Anime Expo, to which I accompanied a group of seventeen people and had pantloads of fun.
The folders for the pictures of my stay with Zoe, my favorite cosplays from AX, and myself cosplaying as Matt of Death Note are, respectively, here, here, and here. Hopefully, my file names and comments make further explanation mostly unnecessary. |
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