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Which Alice in Wonderland character are YOU?
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| You scored as The Dormouse You scored the Dormouse! Always yawning, you like sweet things like jam and treacle and you tell stories that don't always make sense. You are terrified of cats and go mad if one is even mentioned!
The Dormouse |
| 92% | A Playing Card |
| 67% | Mad Hatter |
| 67% | The White Rabbit |
| 67% | Walrus |
| 58% | Flamingo |
| 58% | Carpenter |
| 58% | Oyster |
| 50% | Caterpillar |
| 50% | Alice |
| 50% | Cheshire Cat |
| 42% | Queen of Hearts |
| 42% | Tweedle Dee & Tweedle Dum |
| 42% | March Hare |
| 33% |
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I got to stay home today. Which means I basically slept all day, which means that now that it's night time, I can't fall asleep. So instead of...yeah, sleeping, I'm watching one episode of 'House M.D.' over and over again. My primary reason for doing this is because I like this episode a lot, but I'm also a little curious as to whether or not watching it too many times will wear a ring into the disc, or something equally unlikely. Today was the weirdest day I've had for a while. I got up at 7:30 a.m., and ate breakfast. I forgot to take my pills, and took a shower. then I went into my room and passed out on my bed until 11:30 a.m., which was bad, because I have to be at school at 12:00 p.m. I then decided that I didn't really want to go to school, so I started thinking of reasons why I didn't want to. At my house one must justify staying at home, and if your justification is not satisfactory, you get packed off to school with some motrin, and a command to suck it up. So, in the middle of thinking up reasons, I decided to call my mom, and leave a message, figuring that she wouldn't answer. She did. so I proceeded to tell her that I didn't want to go, and she said if I was sure that there was probably nothing important happening today, then that was fine, but I had to bring the laundry downstairs and do a bunch of chores if that was the case. So I agreed and hauled all the clothing downstairs in a daze, before returning to my room, filling out a survey, posting it on my bulletin on Myspace, and then passing out on top of my computer. I wake up at about 6:00 p.m., and haul myself out to the living room for family time, where we eat, and watch TV, and whatever. That lasted until about 9:00 p.m., when I again passed out in my bed, only to wake up at 12:00 a.m., and scan my computer for viruses (17 of them, thank you very much). Basically, my day sums up to the fact that I barely moved, didn't leave the house, didn't really talk to anyone, and I accomplished nothing. But I have to say, the cherry on top of my wonderful day is that for the last forty five minutes, I've been throwing up small amounts of bile that for some inexplicable reason seem to come out of my nose. Tags: bile, cherries, dazed, flip flops, motrin, sick
I am in: the bottom of the lake
I am listening to: Blurry - Puddle of Mudd
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I thought that today was the day of our Biology semester final, so I stayed up late last night studying for it, and then spent the five hours before school (I get up at seven so that I can take my pills, and shower and stuff, but then I usually go back to sleep until about 10:00 a.m.) studying my notes some more, only to discover upon arriving that our semester final does not take place until next week. Don't get me wrong, the test is going to be over 89% ecology, so I should do fairly well. That's not the point. The point is that I neglected to even make myself look half way presentable for no reason. Call me vain if you will; but my already fragile self esteem can't take too many days of that before I just start wearing a face mask. Sure I'll get funny looks, but at least my face will be covered. Today was my last Wellness class too, which is a good thing, because I've hated the teacher since the first day. I'm generally pretty easy going, but when you arrive half an hour late to your own class, only to start being mean to some really nice heavy girl, then we are going to have a problem. Even if it is a wellness class, you'd think that the teacher might be somewhat aware that some of her students are a little more portly, and thus make efforts to use clinical terms. 'An obese woman' sounds a whole lot better than 'That fat lady I see at the grocery store sometimes.' Honestly, I made a decided effort not to listen too closely to anything the woman said, because she irritated me, and so I'm not sure if my report is factual, but I could swear that she taught us several things that were not true. 1. You can not be in a healthy relationship, unless you are having sex. 2. Asians do not commit crimes of violence. 3. You cannot be emotionally healthy unless you act like Jesus Christ. There are probably more. I just can't think of them off the top of my head, because as I mentioned before I tried my darnedest not to listen to the woman during any time that I did not absolutely have to. She was pregnant, and she'd make comments about how America today is disgusting because she didn't even have to buy maternity clothes, just get the ones for people who are larger. It made me wonder why someone would do that. Isn't the purpose of maternity wear that you know someone is pregnant rather than just overweight? For someone who hates fat people so much, she's not being very smart. My math final is coming up as well, and I have this sneaking suspicion that I bombed it. I guess it could be worse though. I could work at FOX, and then everyone would hate me. Goddamn that network, for canceling both Firefly and Family Guy. FOX, you fail so hard that you make Chin-chan look hot. Tags: bed-hair, biology, chin-chan, face mask, family guy, finals, firefly, fox, health and wellness
I am in: an Aeroplane over the Sea
I'm feeling:  tired
I am listening to: Pretend You're Alive - Lovedrug
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So I had a pretty good day today, and I was feeling a little cheery, even though I failed my math test (realistically, I never expected to pass it anyway. Trying to talk to me about numbers is like trying to shove a walrus through a garden hose. I like to think that I'm just destined for writing instead.). So I decided to study some Biology. Because there's also a test tomorrow, in that subject. I read through a few sets of notes, before I came upon a portion that should have been innocent enough in the hands of anyone with half a brain. "Estimated number of species on Earth = 2,000,000 – 10,000,000 about 1,500,000 named to date." I didn't think much about it. After all, it wasn't funny or disastrous until I clicked back into the messaging window that belonged to one of my friends from Canada (God, I love Canadians.). On impulse I sent her that little tidbit, and then proceeded to have what probably appeared to be a seizure on top of the keyboard to her. Me: OMG!!! DUDE!!! THE EVALUATION IS COMING UP!!! WE NEED MORE SPECIES!!! THEY'RE SO GOING TO FIRE US!!! START MAKING UP ANIMAL NAMES!!!LUCKILY, my friend is excessively cool, and just went with it, rather than succumbing to my awkwardness and scampering off to a corner in which to cry in. Seriously, I love this girl. Her: OMG!!! THE DEADLINE!!! FUCK!!! UM...UM...UM...SNARGLEFARFLUS!!!Here the conversation took a brief respite while I proceeded to expel Dr. Pepper from my nostrils, and choke for a few minutes, but when I regained my wits, I of course had to reply. Me: Dude!!! Good!!! Okay!!! Only 499,000 more species to go, and we'll make our deadline. DO NOT FUCK THIS UP FOR ME, DUDE!!! I HAVE A CAT!!! HE'LL TOTALLY LEAVE ME IF I DON'T PROVIDE HIM WITH REGULAR FANCY FEAST!!!...Her next suggestion was 'Loser-pus', which pretty much ended the joke, because I had to pretend to be offended, while secretly giggling to myself nefariously. By this time, I was getting a weird look, so I just mumbled an apology/explanation/random sounds, and turned back to my computer, and pretended not to exist for a while. That usually works, because if you don't want to be seen, generally people don't want to see you either, which works out well for me and all the other easily startled shy people out there. I've also noticed that if you speak really low, and try to muffle your consonants, you can say pretty much anything to anyone without them responding/getting mad/hitting you with a tire-iron. You do not know true joy until you're muttering "Fuck you, I hate you, and I want you to die away from me." to someone you dislike, but otherwise can't be rude to. Did I mention that getting overly angry about little things helps me not to bring a gun into school and shoot everyone? Funny how that works. God, working in customer service taught me so much. Anyway, College calls, and I am its dutiful servant. Tags: automobiles, bakery, biology, college, hershey's kisses, muttering, peppermint, socially retarded
I am in: My bed
I'm feeling:  amused
I am listening to: These Fangs - Impeccable Blahs
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I was discussing (or trying to. I didn't get terribly far, unfortunately) this comedy clip that I have on my computer. Dane Cook: Harmful if Swallowed. Specifically the portion concerning a query as to who gets killed by bees. She took some serious offense to that, saying that people die from bee stings all the time, and that most of those casualties are a result of accidentally stepping on bee hives. Now, I would imagine that children, and those that are severely allergic would be the most at risk, the former having smaller bodies, and the latter often afflicted with severe anaphylactic reactions, but apparently normal, reasonably intelligent people who go hiking and step on bee hives make up a good majority of bee sting victims. I read this really sad book once, called ‘The Taste of Blackberries’. It was about a young boy whose friend died from a bee sting, and how he dealt with the loss at such a young age, and made peace with it, and the like. It made me cry, which pissed me off, since we had to read it for school. Anyway, What kind of jerk teacher forces a kid who is about nine, or ten to read a book about coping with the death of someone close to you? Like a ten year old really needs that shit. I mean, I realize that some ten year olds have had family members die, and that teaching them to deal with it may have some benefit to it, but I am of the opinion that that is what therapy is for. The end of term is coming up, and I’m not ready. Not at all. Not according to any interpretation of the word, am I ready for the damn semester tests. I’m so screwed. Tags: bad books that i read as a child, dane cook, joke killer, my mother, semester tests
I am in: Living room.
I'm feeling:  depressed
I am listening to: Gone - Matt Nathanson
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"While the aesthetics and symmetry of Fibonacci spiral patterns has often attracted scientists, a mathematical or physical explanation for their common occurrence in nature is yet to be discovered. Recently, scientists have successfully produced Fibonacci spiral patterns in the lab, and found that an elastically mismatched bi-layer structure may cause stress patterns that give rise to Fibonacci spirals. The discovery may explain the widespread existence of the pattern in plants. Chaorong Li, of the Zhejiang Sci-Tech University and the Institute of Physics in Beijing, along with Ailing Ji and Zexian Cao, both of the Chinese Academy of Sciences, produced their Fibonacci spiral pattern by manipulating the stress on inorganic microstructures made of a silver core and a silicon dioxide shell. The spontaneous assembly of Fibonacci patterns has rarely been realized in the laboratory, and the scientists’ results suggest that plant patterns might be modeled by mutually repulsive entities for both spherical and conical surfaces."Lately I'm interested in Fibonacci numbers. Fibonacci numbers are a sequence of numbers that after two starting values, each number is the sum of the two preceding numbers. they occur naturally, in such instances as the nautilus shell, and possibly in plants. I know this is my first post in a long time, but I've been busy. =) http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fibonacci_n umber#_note-0 I've been watching Firefly like crazy. the series and the movie. And Slither. My goal, I think, is to memorize it. That sounds just about pathetic enough to peak my interest. I've also received an early Christmas present; the first three seasons of House. I enjoy house. I endeavor to be that angry and cynical some day. Tags: fibonacci numbers, math
I'm feeling:  chipper
I am listening to: Not as goth as they say we are.-- The Impeccable Blahs
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I recently renewed contact with an old friend of mine who i had previously thought might be dead in a ditch somewhere, being utilized as a hobo's last chance for a meal. Needless to say, I'm rather happy. I'm also rather happy with the state of affairs at the moment, as most of my friends seem to be happy, and I have another month or so of summer. Not to mention there are two bottles of orange juice in the refrigerator. Orange juice = THE BEST THING EVER! Unless you've just finished brushing your teeth. That taste is evil. Like kicking puppies evil. I can't wait to start reading my books today. It's been a pretty hectic weekend, so I haven't gotten a chance to yet. All this drama in relation to what's happening on Oasiz...is ridiculous. Although I can understand and appreciate the fact that any time one brings together a group of human beings, there is bound to be hatred, and love, and unrequited emotion, I do not understand why it is up to me to deal with it. It seems like these people could find a better councilor than me. I mean they have the entire internet at their disposal, and they turn to me. What the hell? It's like I'm stuck in someone else's life. Since when do I care about other people, other than a select few? I want the new season of Family Guy to come out. And I also want my 4th season back. I lent it to a friend senior year, and I haven't seen it since. It has some really good episodes, and frankly, I'm tired of watching the third season over and over and over again. Not to deny that Family Guy is always funny, but after a while it just makes me tired. I mean, the repetition is getting to me. It's insane. I may need to start watching something else soon. Like Firefly. That would be alright with me. Speaking of which, I also want to get two Firefly shirts from http://www.cafepress.com. I want to get the "I aim to Misbehave" one, and the "Let's be Bad Guys.", both of which sound rather sinistrous, but when taken in context are really quite bad ass, not to mention that they are quotes from two of my favorite characters, Mal, and Jayne. (I also kind of wanted the 'Gee, don't you wish we had some GRENADES?!' one, but I think for the moment I'm going to limit myself to two, just to see how they fit, and such.) I had a few chores I had to do today, including taking the laundry downstairs, taking out the trash, and hooking up the new wireless modem (yay!). I don't mind doing chores really, because due to the snapped ligaments in my ankle, I was unable to get a job until August, and by that time, no one was interested in hiring someone for only one month. I'm just glad that my mother will never make me pay rent. That may be due in part to the fact that we've lived together for so long, and also because it is just the two of us. I think she might get lonely if she lived all by herself. At least, I like to tell myself that because it makes me feel a little better about mooching off of her. I guess I'm going to wait until the end of the summer to get a job, at which point I'll pay for the shirts, and to amend any debts that I may have accumulated. more later I'm feeling:  apathetic
I am listening to: 100,000 Fireflies by the Magnetic Fields
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