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What to say...I can't think of anything that stands out in my life more than anything else. Nothing really important. Whatever.

Advanced Global Personality Test Results
Extraversion |||| 16%
Stability |||||| 30%
Orderliness |||||||||| 40%
Accommodation |||| 16%
Interdependence |||||||||| 36%
Intellectual |||||||||||||||||||| 90%
Mystical |||||||||||||||||||| 90%
Artistic |||||||||||||||| 70%
Religious |||||||||||||| 56%
Hedonism || 10%
Materialism |||||||||||| 50%
Narcissism |||||||||| 36%
Adventurousness |||||||||||||||| 63%
Work ethic |||||||||||| 43%
Self absorbed |||||||||||||||| 70%
Conflict seeking |||||||||||||||||| 76%
Need to dominate |||||||||||||| 56%
Romantic |||||| 23%
Avoidant |||||||||||||||| 70%
Anti-authority |||||| 30%
Wealth |||||| 30%
Dependency |||||||||||| 50%
Change averse |||||| 30%
Cautiousness |||||||||||||||| 70%
Individuality |||||||||||||||||| 76%
Sexuality |||||| 23%
Peter pan complex |||||||||||||| 56%
Physical security |||||||||||||||||||| 83%
Physical Fitness |||||||||||||||||||| 84%
Histrionic |||||| 23%
Paranoia |||||||||||||||| 70%
Vanity |||||| 30%
Hypersensitivity |||||||||||| 43%
Female cliche || 10%
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So that's that. And I sound like Fudge in PoA (movie) and I only know about that because my sister is a Potter-luster and can't get enough of the movies. I swear she watched GoF about twice a day for a week after she got it.

Um...started zygote project in Biology. My baby has Turner Syndrome which is basically 45XO (or it can be 45XO with part of either an X or Y chromosome or Turner Mosaic which is when half the cells are 45XO and the other half are 46XX). She doesn't die but we're trying to figure out what to name her and why Target and Wal-Mart have no baby clothes. And that's a Bad Thing since we (me and my partner, henceforth known as Jake) have to figure out our expenses for the next year if we were to have the baby today. The only part I don't like about the project is we can't have the fetus aborted. I mean, me? Mother? Are you fucking joking? I don't know what possesses people to have kids. Yay pain, yay hundreds of thousands of dollars out the window, yay headaches. Bah. I really shouldn't rant about this since I have little to no idea what I'm talking about but I don't want kids right now and if I could I'd have the little bugger aborted. Bah, I say again. Bah.

Nearly started hyperventilating in gym today. Not fun, and rather unexplainable, especially since we were doing badminton. Who hyperventilates playing badminton? Besides, I know when I hyperventilate (there's a certain state of mind that triggers it when combined with physical exertion) and I know I wasn't anywhere near there. I did win that match, though I lost the first.

In Values we're doing an assload of poverty projects. Rooming with Ann Wolski for the minimum wage project though I could afford my own housing in the living wage project. If we could find an apartment, that is. What really pisses me off about the entire thing is Mr. Polus (and Spika, too) because they're just terrible teachers. I'm sorry to say it, but they are. And they make these stupid huge generalizations, and I want to strangle them, but I can't really since I'm pretty sure attacking a teacher would get me expelled. And that's a bad thing to go on your college application.

Health: finished a movie on some gymnast girl who became anorexic/bulemic. Interesting, I suppose. Wasted three class periods with it, so not pointless. Have to go a huge project for Health by late April on health insurance (my choice by the way; yes, it actually was in order to watch people's brains dribble out onto the floor as I bore them to death describing deductibles and monthly rates and all sorts of fun things like that).

Starting subjunctive mood (pronounced mode, as I learned in a KB tourney at Chaska. Goddamn Chaska) in Spanish with SeƱor today. Fun, especially since half the class doesn't know what the hell a subjunctive even is, even if they know how to make one, and the other half except me kind of gets it, but not really. Thank you conlangs!

QB/KB/NAQT practice is falling apart, since Mike has track, Sam's got tennis, CJ will start golf as soon as the snow melts, and everybody's going to have something. I'm planning to do driver's ed actually if I can figure out when the next session starts and sign up before it does. Bob actually quit track to continue with KB although I don't think he did KB last year so he's gotten addicted to it. He plans to start a KB team at his full-ride little Iowa college next year. Johnson hasn't got anything, and neither has anyone else (Arlene, Chris, Phil, Emory, Chandler, and that new kid who's been coming the last week). So maybe it won't entirely die.

NAQT meet this Saturday. Very unorganized, but you can blame our coach-who-isn't-a-coach and who is likely dead in a ditch somewhere (this being one of the team's favorite sayings of him). We're actually going to have two teams this meet, which is unexpected since we've only had one for the last month or two, since everyone was busy. We might have been able to make two teams in the other NAQT meet but it would have been just me and Chris (whom I honestly despise) and I really didn't want to do that, so I skipped out on it.

Arlene can't go to Chicago in June (where the nationals for NAQT are--this meet is to get Bob qualified so they have an entire team when they go) so we've been trying to think of effective ways to convince her parents that no, we are not freaks (cue Bob: FRREEEEAAAAAAKS), and no, we are not gangsters, and no, we are not dangerous, and no, we are not going to rape your daughter the first chance we have. Apparently her parents are very untrusting and we have no chance, so I've promised her pictures (if I can get a camera) and she wants specifically toga party pictures (reference to stories of a band trip toga party, which I did not witness). I have told her in no uncertain terms that there will be no toga party, for two main reasons: a) the KB team isn't the type to have a toga party, whereas the band group is crazier and less likely to have a history trivia party, and b) I will likely be the only girl on the trip except for perhaps a chaperone and that would be terribly, terribly awkward. More awkward than it would be anyway.

Was reading some of the old topics from the NaNoWriMo forums and have suddenly become exhilaratingly inspired to do NaNo right now. Never mind that it's seven months away. Never mind that I have no plot. Never mind that I have no time. I want to do NaNo! Fortunately there's a similar thing called April Fool's, which I might do but might not since it's rather more public than NaNo. I've tried brainstorming plots for next year's NaNo, and I have two main ideas: the Gyrion story (NOTE: years=144 and not 24) and a philosophical novel from the viewpoints of two soda cans, one made from recycled metal and the other not. No, I was not on crack or any other form of drug when I wrote this; I was in the middle of my cafeteria.

I know that the two aren't mutually exclusive, and I also know that my school is nicknamed Chemically Dependent High for a reason. Fortunately for me I am not a druggie, nor have ever done drugs, nor have smoked, or drunk without my parent's permission. I can see all your faces looking at me right now, thinking: What a perfect little angel! With white-feathered wings and a halo and everything! We hates it, precioussssss. Let us rip out its wings and break its bones and trample its halo. We hates it, we hates it, we hates it forever! Because Gollum has seen angels.

Fun things I've done over the last few months:
1-written a hundred-line poem that is apparently pure depressant. I liked it, actually, and didn't think it was depressing at all. Maybe a bit morbid, but it wasn't that bad.
2-started an extension to the previously mentioned poem in response to complaints of "depressingness" and "an epic feel, but it's not an epic". So it'll end up being a very fun and happy epic. Damn. I'll hate it.
3-made up my own cursive alphabet which is a combination of tengwar, Roman alphabet cursive, and Arabic. It's like tengwar in that each letter has some sort of resemblance to those letters to which it is phonetically related, and nobody else can read it, and everyone thinks I'm crazy to write in it. It's like Roman alphabet cursive in that some of the letters resemble those letters. It's like Arabic in that it's cursive and they look somewhat similar and nobody else can read it.

Dear Lord, long post.
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