|Your Candy Heart Says "Get Real"|
You're a bit of a cynic when it comes to love.
You don't lose your head, and hardly anyone penetrates your heart.
Your ideal Valentine's Day date: is all about the person you're seeing (with no mentions of v-day!)
Your flirting style: honest and even slightly sarcastic
What turns you off: romantic expectations and "greeting card" holidays
Why you're hot: you don't just play hard to get - you are hard to get
Snagged from matrixrefugee
|You Are Dr. Bunsen Honeydew|
You take the title "mad scientist" to the extreme -with very scary things coming out of your lab.
And you've invented some pretty cool things, from a banana sharpener to a robot politician.
But while you're busy turning gold into cottage cheese, you need to watch out for poor little Beaker!
"Oh, that's very naughty, Beaker! Now you eat these paper clips this minute."
Got my hair cut today. Was well past my shoulders, not it's like chin length. It's weird having it so freaking short, but I like it. That's my big news. exciting I know, I'm sure you were all dying to find out about the current state of my hair.
Anyway, right now, well really it's been since November, I cannot finished this drabbly thing that I've been trying to write. And seeing as I'm not in the mood to make icons, I thought I might actually finish a fic for once in my life (well besides the 2 completed fics I have in the pit of voles).
It's a CSI: Miami fic, which will probably mean it'll never get read, add to that it's a Speed/Calleigh, it'll never get read. But meh.
Turns out that I just can't end this thing. And it's been on here since I went up to my dad's. That was like 2 months ago. But then, then's like 4 or 5 stories on my laptop that will never get finished, so what makes this one any different?
In other more pressing news, we may have lost every single mp3 we had on the main computer. Well it was a separate drive, but it exploded and all like 4000 or so have gone bye-bye. A week after that happened, the mp3 player, that I had some songs stored on died too. All the songs I like died twice. My brother and I have no music. Well we have all the cds and stuff, but it's a bit hard to listen to a cd when you're wantingto play The Sims, and only one cd drive. Yeah. Flicking sucks it does.
Have been reading a few Draco/Hermione fics lately. There's a few that just seem to disregard the whole it's set in England thing. I'm sick of "mom" instead of just good ol' "mum", and the "panties" (which is one of my least favourite words, by the way, but that's probably because I work in a lingerie department) vs. "knickers" thing. I know knickers is a pretty gross word to use, but it's British and if JKR had to ya know if it were a life or death situation, she'd used knickers.
I think if I ever get back into writing HP fic, my motto will be What Would JKR Do?
Random thing if I'm ever creating a band, I want it to be called 12DD. I don't entirely know why, but I just like saying double D. Not "12 D D" (which I also get told a lot), but "twelve double dee".
Another random thing that I thought of while getting my hair cut off. Can you sound fat on the phone? I mean besides the wheezing you'd make? (I get that a lot too, but they could just be old people)
I think that I may just have a bit too much time on my hands at the moment.
- Music:Samurai Jack
I just lost my hour long post on Rescue from Gilligan's Island.
To sum up an hour's worth of viewing: It is one of the worst thing's I've ever seen.
New icon to celebrate original Gilligan's Island, where things were good and not ridiculous and as contrived as this dreck.
New Ginger is awful, Skipper is a perv. Mrs Howell is stupider than she was on the island. And the Professor turns on all the girls on campus and is home-coming king. That's about it really.
Uni at the end of Feb. Yay. Less work. Yay. Less money. Boo. Can't be bothered to remember my wicked as post. It was a good post. Damn it. LJ you suck.
Anyway, icon love.
- Music:Rescue from Gilligan's Island
Snagged from quatre_vingts
You scored 72 erudition!
|Congratulations! You're well above average when it comes to your knowledge of English grammar, history, and literature. You may have missed a few questions, but if you keep your studies up and stay away from genre fiction, we'll have you ready for Stanford in no time! Who knows, we just might be reading your columns in Talk of the Town a few years from now. |
|My test tracked 1 variable How you compared to other people your age and gender:|
||You scored higher than 38% on erudition|
We had the work Christmas dinner last night. It was good. Had a bar tab and everything. Well for coke/juice, wine and beer. Turns out I knew the barman, so he gave me vodka and cokes instead. Then the girls gave me shit for flirting with him. Which I wasn't. Because he was too weird in high school, really nice, but nah.
Drunken silliness was the main thing. Yes it was Sunday night, and most had to be at the store today. These 2 pathetic girls from children's got utterly smashed before they arrived, so every one laughed at them. Then they made out with 2 guys from homewares and got caught by some of the store's management. Ha! Thankfully neither guy was the guy I have a crush on, but am too shy to even talk to him. But it would seem way weird to randomly go up and talk to him now. After he's been at the store for a while.
I'd just like to point out that my lap top has no 'E' key, so it's hard to type, especially with nails on. So anything that should have an 'E', but doesn't is apologised for right now. Same goes with spaces, because the space bar is screwed too. I need a new laptop.
Anyway the place we were at had cabaret. So there were these 4 people standing on stage singing for most of the night. With little "comic" sketchesand costume changes and shit. It was good though cos most people got up and had a dance in one of those big circle things that people do, so no one's left out.
Yeah I'll stop going on about that now. Got new shoes today. Had to get my grandma to send them from Welly cos there's none in the South Island.
Have been slowly writing a CSI: Miami fic. started it up at Dad's and just haven't been able to do much else to it, but I just can't finish it. Sucks.
Also been making icons. Yay Photoshop, you are my new friend. All my icons on here are Bettie Page, and I really should do a post of them, but later.
- Music:November Rain Guns n Roses