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Wednesday, April 20th, 2005
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23 years old and I'm still reliving my stupid 6th grade issues.
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Thursday, January 27th, 2005
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... so I was driving to work this morning and I don't *think* I was speeding but suddenly there was a cop-car behind me, lights flashing and from this huge intercom on top of the car I could hear "pull over, L25266466!"
Well, what?
I pulled over of course, and the cop started to get out of his car. I was busy gathering my license, registration and insurance card, so I didn't see him until he was right outside my window. He tapped on the glass, so I rolled it down and he barked "license and registration". I handed these to him, but instead of looking at them, he started cutting them into little pieces. Then he asked for my credit card.
I began to suspect he was no cop, and I needed to stall -- so I asked him if he was with Bankcard Services, and told him that I'd seen the cancelled check on my online banking site, so I knew they'd gotten my last payment. He said he was with LSAC, and that they'd received my transcript from my semester abroad at NYU, but because I hadn't entered it into my academic profile when I registered with their data assembly service, I was scheduled for an identity audit.
He asked for all my forms of identification, my checkbook, my address book, my cell phone, my cvs and big Y cards, my barnes and noble's member card, my mother's maiden name, my highschool mascot, and all my online usernames and passwords.
I wasn't going down without a fight, so I pulled my lightsaber out of my glovebox and cut myself an exit through the other side of the car. I began running, but the huge snowdrifts were slowing me down. I glanced behind me and saw that he had shifted into liquid-metal form, and was crafting cross country skis at the bottom of his feet. There was no way I'd make it unless I found some shelter and a way to barricade myself in.
A nearby farmhouse served for the moment and I started to regroup. I called my friends at Wolfram & Hart's Italian branch and told them my predicament. They sent a jet to pick me up, and whisked me away to Finland, where I found a nice Japanese man who was willing to trade retinas with me. I then dunked my hair in a vat of black die and rubbed neutrogena sunless tanning cream all over my body. Then I took the clothes off a comatose woman in St. Mary's Hospital for the Morbidly Obsessed and resolved to start anew.
This will be my last communication as V@#%$$@ H%77|#&%?. From now on you must refer to me as Nawanda.
Nawanda out.
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Monday, January 17th, 2005
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So, this guy, I think "crisper" is his name, had this idea:
"A few months ago, I had a dream in which LiveJournal and everyone on it went completely nuts for a day. The entire world had turned upside-down and inside-out and nobody was their normal self anymore. And it was such a good read, that I think it should happen for real.
January 27th is the birthday of Lewis Carroll, author of ALICE'S ADVENTURES IN WONDERLAND. Alice fell down a rabbit hole into a place where everything had changed and none of the rules could be counted on to apply anymore. I say, let's do the same: January 27th, 2005 should be the First Annual LiveJournal Rabbit Hole Day. When you post on that Thursday, instead of the normal daily life and work and news and politics, write about the strange new world you have found yourself in for the day, with its strange new life and work and news and politics. Are your pets talking back at you now? Has your child suddenly grown to full adulthood? Does everyone at work think you're someone else now? Did Bush step down from the White House to become a pro-circuit tap-dancer? Did Zoroastrian missionaries show up on your doorstep with literature in 3-D? Have you been placed under house arrest by bizarre insectoid women wielding clubs made of lunchmeat?
Let's have a day where nobody's life makes sense anymore, where any random LJ you click on will bring you some strange new tale. Let's all fall down the Rabbit Hole for 24 hours and see what's there. It will be beautiful.
For consideration: this only works if you spread the word, of course, but three and a half weeks is forever in LJ Meme Time."
Let's do it.
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Sunday, August 29th, 2004
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Am I a bad person for upating this infrequently?
Maybe just a bad chronicler.
Well, a gorgeous man just walked in the door, so I guess you'll have to hear about all my adventures later.
Ciao tutti!
~V
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Saturday, July 17th, 2004
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For those of you who have expressed interest, you may now access a complete copy of my thesis online:
http://www.amherst.edu/~vehettin/Thesis.pdf
Enjoy, and (as always) your comments and lavish praise are welcome.
Ciao begli,
V (who is not dead, just decidedly lacking regular internet service)
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| Time: | 9:45 pm. |
| Mood: |  indescribable. | | Music: | Stroke 9 - Letters. |
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So apparently I'm graduating from college tomorrow.
Yeah, that's weird.
I depart as air. I shake my white locks at the runaway sun, and I effuse my flesh in eddies, and drift it in lacy jags. I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love.
If you want me again look under your bootsoles. You will hardly know who I am or what I mean, but I shall be good health to you, nevertheless, and filter and fibre your blood.
Failing to fetch me at first, keep encouraged.
Missing me one place, search another
I stop, somewhere, waiting for you
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| Time: | 1:22 am. |
| Mood: |  drained. | | Music: | Nina Gordon - Tonight and the Rest of My Life. |
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The Rules: On your current playlist, hit shuffle, pick the first twenty songs on the list, then write down your favorite line of the song. (Try to avoid putting the song title in the line.) Then, have your friends comment and see if they know the songs.
1) "Hearing your voice is like icicles down my spine..."
2) "Is devotion a gift or a thief; do you wish I'd let go?"
3) "When you close your eyes, do you like what you see inside your mind?"
4) "Don't say goodbye; just slide away into the dark, and take with you my heart."
5) "One small word can make me feel like running away."
6) "The rhythm of this trembling heart is beating like a drum."
7) "Running down into the spring that's coming, all this love melting under blues skies, belting out sunlight, shimmering love..."
8) "And I wonder when we are ever gonna change... living under the fear 'til nothing else remains."
9) "She acts like summer and walks like rain, reminds me that there's time to change."
10) "There's an angel with her hand on my head, she say I got nothin' to fear..."
11) "It's the one who won't be taken who cannot seem to give."
12) "See the stone set in your eyes, see the thorn twist in your side; I'll wait for you."
13) "I don't know what it is, but I have to laugh when she reveals me."
14) Actually can't make out most of the lyrics to this song: Guano Apes - Maria
15) "I want a perfect body; I want a perfect soul; I want you to notice when I'm not around..."
16) "Flesh becomes water, wood becomes bone."
17) Instrumental: Miles Davis - Blue in Green
18) "It's hard when you're always afraid you'll just recover when another belief is betrayed."
19) "She's so-phis-ti-ca-ted... just me and Miss Lady."
20) "Woke up to the sound of pouring rain; I washed away a dream of you..."
Oh man. I'm excited. Name that [those] tune[s] ! ! !
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I got this from my thesis advisor this afternoon:
"Dear Vanessa,
I am delighted to report that the department will recommend you for the
degree Magna cum laude (as you probably know, your final grade point
average will determine whether that will be the level of honors you
actually receive at graduation).
I am also pleased to tell you that your grade for the three honors
courses this year is A.
I'm looking forward to our getting together to celebrate after classes
are over...Congratulations on a thesis well done!!!
-Rose"
Woot!
Also, I had my first bartending course tonight.
And now, time to go to the prom. Again.
If it's anything like my highschool prom... whoa.
. . . let's vote for *not.*
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Thursday, April 22nd, 2004
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I finished my thesis. It's kind of a big deal.
Here is my Abstract:
The purpose of this study was to examine the relationship between heterosexism and gender stereotyping, as expressed through the medium of constructive memory. Researchers have suggested that heterosexism has its roots in sexism. A subsection of the research into gender stereotypes has also suggested that explicitly sexist beliefs do not reliably predict performance on measures that test for sexist reactions implicitly. Furthermore, it has been shown that implicit heterosexist tendencies (i.e., assumptions of heterosexuality) are not reliant upon explicitly heterosexist beliefs (i.e., hostile attitudes toward homosexuals). Constructive memory is one convenient arena for the examination of implicit beliefs.
A short passage was constructed depicting a romantic relationship between two people, both of whom were given gender ambiguous names and an even balance of stereotypically gendered traits. Fifty-six Amherst College males were separated into four groups, each receiving different gender-identifying information for the characters in the passage. When asked to recall the passage, the gendered traits they remembered for each character varied depending on whether they thought they had read a passage featuring two men, two women, or a man and a woman.
Since all subjects received the same gendered content for both characters, it can be concluded that the identifying information affected their interpretation and recall of the passage based on their own schemas regarding gender and sexuality. Furthermore, as subjects were instructed not to elaborate or make guesses, but to recall the passage as exactly as possible, it appears that the subjects were distorting the gendered traits of the characters without their conscious knowledge. This suggests that heterosexism and sexism are so thoroughly woven into the cultural fabric that they may be highly resistant to change, since information that ought to have been stereotype disconfirming, is instead reinterpreted to be consistent within the dominant paradigm, and recalled as confirming the popular stereotype.
If you are interested in reading the rest of it, lemme know.
I found the results very interesting.
Yours ever,
Vanessa Eve
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| Time: | 10:28 pm. |
| Mood: | compliant. | | Music: | Curve - Chinese Burns. |
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I get to do this because I said something nice about </a></b></a>![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif)
On the theory that we could all use a hearty dose of positive energy and general warm fuzziness while we wait, none too patiently, for spring and better times; that no one I know is getting told often enough what a good job they're doing just getting through this crazy, lovely world; take a second (if you have one), and mention something you like about me (if there is one), in the comments.
Then re-post this to your own journal, and have some goodness for yourself.
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Thursday, April 8th, 2004
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"For the sceptic created an air of puzzlement as to my justification for responding '125' rather than '5' to the addition problem as queried." -- Wittgenstein on Rules and Private Language, by Saul A. Kripke.
1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 23.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the sentence in your journal along with these instructions.
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Wednesday, April 7th, 2004
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I promised you content, and content you shall have.
In the world of 'nessa today there are three main issues:
First and foremost: will I actually finish this thesis?
The project has evolved so much from the way I conceived of it when I began -- when I started doing all the research that would inevitably make up my first chapter (which is "written" in the literal, but not the meaningful, sense of the word... and which I haven't even so much as glanced at in two and a half months) that I'm basically just operating on blind hope that when I try to put it all together it will at all cohere into a final-product-thesis-organism of the form research --> hypotheses --> experiment --> results --> discussion, rather than some sort of 'post-modern art' interpretative-dance chaotic-yet-synchronicitous {is that a word, John?} mutation of said creature.
I keep "doing the next thing," though, to preserve my sanity and pacify my thesis advisor. And at the moment (aside from devoting myself wholly to the study of time-travel/time-pausing/time-stretching and other temporal feats defying the fundamental laws of physics and then going back and finishing my thesis the painstaking, considered, perfectionist way I'd like) I see no other option.
So, yeah, I'm just going to keep going with the blind hope strategy.
Cross your fingers for me.
Second: where am I going to live this summer?
The plan was supposed to be as follows:
Graduate.
Marninate (albeit briefly).
Go "cruise"ing with my mom (a plan she's held dear for some time).
Come back to the northeast to pick up Sonya (my sexy green Saturn) and put the rest of my things in order.
Drive off into the sunset (this time literally, since I'd be westward-bound.
Pick up Seth, run away to San Francisco, Californ-I-A.
Now, however, this plan is looking less likely, as Seth may be spending his summer in Amherst instead.
This presents me with a reason to reconsider my decision, and should I not convince Seth to go with me, and also not convince myself to go without him, these are the three things I might do:
Stay in Amherst as well.
I've never spent a summer in Amherst, and there would be obvious benefits to choosing this option. Still, staying in the same place after graduation feels oddly like 'giving up' to me. I don't know if I can allow myself to become static. Still, it's on the menu.
Go back to Fort Lauderdale.
I have a number of friends who would definitely consider the option of getting an apartment with me; I know it would be terribly easy for me to get a job; I know it would be cheaper than moving to San Francisco; I know I would have a solid friend base; I would be closer to my mother.
Still and all, this, like the last option, feels like giving up. It's not "moving forward" -- it's not "doing the next thing." I'd be able to save money and I'd have the freedom to leave anytime if I wanted... but what if I got too comfortable? It's more likely to happen in that scenario than in any of the others.
Go to Portland.
Ok. First reason and most ridiculous: that's where the city-finder online test said I belonged.
Second: it's at least closer to where I had intended to go than the other two options.
I'd definitely be moving on - moving forward - no moss on these shoes, baby.
Third: From what I've heard of the town from various sources, it sounds like a truly great place to live. Also, it's cheaper than SanFran.
Fourth: Maggie will be there. Maggie is great. It would be much less scary than moving to a place where I don't know *anyone* particularly well. I know I could turn to her if I had trouble getting on my feet at first.
*However* -- this was not the original plan, and hence, there is no strong feeling in my gut telling me that this is the *right* next thing to do. I'm kinda the type of person to follow my intuitions... and while I had plenty telling me that San Francisco was the place to go, I don't have that for Portland, and so it's hard to justify to myself making such a big move, taking such a big risk, when I have no fundamental attachment to the idea.
So that's that problem.
Moving on.
Last but certainly not least: where oh where are these mood swings coming from?
Phase one:
I'm on top of the world - I'm confident - the sun is shining, the breeze is in my hair, the grass is soft and green - and my thesis advisor likes me - she really likes me...
Phase two:
I'm crying and I don't know why - I feel like I can't move, let alone work - I feel distanced from the people closest to me - I experience anhedonia even whilst eating sushi - I sleep 10-12 hours and still feel tired...
Before someone tries diagnosing me with something exciting and inappropriately dramatic, even at the highest points in phase one I could never be described as manic.
Anyway - I figure it has a lot to do with fear of the future as well as some issues I have about 'happiness' and 'normality' in general which have led to irrational feelings/behavior in the past... but um ... can I stop it now? Really. This is *no time.*
Now to, in the words of Jacob Heim, "reacquaint my nose with the grindstone"...
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My friends list has changed a bit since the last time, so why not try this again:
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Wednesday, March 31st, 2004
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| Time: | 8:34 pm. |
| Mood: |  amused. | | Music: | Beach Boys - Surfer Girl. |
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The mechanism they employ is not perfect, so this isn't a true haiku, but the mistake they made (it was originally in the second line) actually lends a nice poetic effect:
| ladymajere's Accidental LJ Haiku | and someone even
compared you to paris once
but that's all been . . . | Find your own LJ Haiku
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Similarly, here:
| ladymajere's Accidental LJ Haiku | angel the series
despite its recent fuckups
i hold out hope | Find your own LJ Haiku
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Goth Haiku!
| ladymajere's Accidental LJ Haiku | eyeliner plumage
black long and stringy female
exterior pale | Find your own LJ Haiku
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| LadyMajere's Friend Fusion | | ...manchmal geht sie überhaupt nicht. und einen tag, spring' ich aus dem bett heraus und frag' mich: »was tu' ich denn? ...school this morning I was narrowly missed by every car on the road. In class I was barraged with radiation from ...once. I passed the deadline, and actually maintained a relationship... this is creepy. I'd gotten used to March 16 being a ...realizing that... well, that things have changed. I talked about a girl in an earlier journal entry, a friend of mine ...Ecology - 4 credits Wildlife Habitat Management - 3 credits Practical Field Techniques - 2 credits When i look at it, ...good Earl Greys, and Adagio's Earl Grey Bravo is one of the best. It's the perfect punch to wake me out ...evil and the tool of the devil. I'm so out of wack that I don't know what homework I have to ...people who get in the shits about the fact that i dont want to add them back, open your mind and ...aren't familiar with planWorld, you can get a free account at www.planworld.net (from there, my plan is the same as my ...my dreams happen. in the mean time its getting on my nerves and im taking it out on the people around ... | Make your own LJ Friend Fusion
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Wednesday, March 3rd, 2004
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You are the Hermit card. The Hermit has chosen a
solitary spiritual path. He shines light on his
inner self and, by this means, gains wisdom.
The Hermit's home is the natural world and it
is by being in tune with that world that he
learns the laws of nature and learn how they
operate within himself. His path is a lonely
one as he lives in silence and has for
companionship only his own internal rhythms.
But those crossing his path are touched by his
light and wisdom. Though often alone, he
manages nevertheless to instruct those who meet
him and guides those who chose to follow him on
a path towards enlightenment. Image from The
Aleister Crowley Tarot deck.
http://www.aeclectic.net/tarot/thoth/
Which Tarot Card Are You?
brought to you by Quizilla
{Emphasis mine.}
I always said I was the hippocampus.
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Excerpted from A Field Guide to the Urban Hipster by Josh Aiello:
{Within the Audiophylum Family.}
Goths: Depressiva Theatrico
{Appearance:}
Male
Exterior: Goth-Industrial motif -- black T-shirt; black loose-fitting cargo pants; trench coat.
Accessories: Chunky belt hung with keys; black lace-up Dr. Martens boots.
Markings: Eyeliner.
Plumage: Black, long, and stringy.
Female
Exterior: Pale complexion, S & M gear (bustier; garter belt); PVC; tall laced boots; fishnet or striped stockings; flowy, loose-fitting lacy garb
Markings: Heavy black eyeliner; red lipstick.
Plumage: Long and black; either braided or straight; possible red streaks.
Both sexes
Voice: Plaintive wailing delivered via "online journal."
Like many Hipsters, this species propagates itself through an intense period of adolescent unpopularity. Goths adhere to strict artistic ideals and, unlike similarly rebellious yet angrier species [see Punk Rockers], exhibit a rich, lush aesthetic. Despite glaring levels of social inadequacy, the species is among the most visually outrageous of our Hipsters. They are incredibly easy to spot in the field and thus ideal for beginners.
These Hipsters, no doubt due to repeated high school ribbing, possess particularly tortured souls. They convey the utter darkness of their station through a metaphorical and largely black wardrobe, consisting of such elements as platform boots, capes, cloaks, rubber, fishnets, corsets, and leggings. Despite the intended bleak seriousness of their markings, the species' inherent geekiness often remains painfully apparent.
Creatures of the night, both symbolically and in fact, Goths affect a studied, vampirish appearance and enjoy sleeping all day. The species' preference for all things nocturnal and dark extends to the seasonal: Goths do not enjoy the warm summer months or sunlight in general. With summer comes serious clothing dilemmas, such as the sweat-streaked face makeup and frowned-upon pairing of black boots with shorts.
By Day:
Fishnet leggings cost money. Fortunately, years spent pursuing extremely geeky endeavors [e.g., "Dungeons and Dragons"] have conditioned the species to perform, almost instinctually, the duties of Computer Programmer or Graphic Designer. Aside from the aforementioned fiduciary advantages, such careers allow Goths to retain much of their preferred aesthetic, as only rarely is business casual wear required. Male specimens enjoy this luxury with greater ease than do their usually more ostentatious female counterparts; black T-shirt and black jeans, while unorthodox, may pass for office wear more readily than S & M gear, which most discerning supervisors frown upon.
Adaptability; Ruggedness
Goths are considered the cockroaches of the Hipster Kingdom. Not only can they withstand periods of radical hip redefinition [e.g., 1992-95], but they remain virtually unchanged throughout. In the wake of particularly unsavory species-specific interludes [e.g., Columbine; the mainstream pop appeal of Marilyn Manson], Goths have been known to scurry under the proverbial cupboard for cover until the worst has blown over. It has been postulated that Goths will be the only Hipsters able to survive a nuclear holocaust.
Credibility:
The species harbors a good deal of resentment over the recent mainstream popularity of what they consider "fake" Goths. Many believe that to look Goth does not necessarily equal being Goth. One must identify with the music [a cloying mix of Rimbaud-esque themes, industrial synth and sweat, the genre includes gothic rock, ethereal, dreampop, darkwave, dark synthpop, neo-classical, goth-industrial, and goth-metal], not just with the look. Participation in the actual Goth social scene is emblematic of real Goths [see below]; little kids dressing weird and rebelling for rebellion's sake are not. Goths do not bum rides from their parents or observe curfews.
In order to attain Gothic credibility, specimens are required to involve themselves in a regular cycle of club going, complemented by liberal postings to Goth newsgroups and ingratiation into the local social hierarchy. Serious adherents are also urged to participate in a strange practice known as "performance." Occurring in club terrain, these performances consist mainly of ritualized, interpretative, theatrical dance-like movements set to spooky music. They are undertaken in all seriousness and are carefully rehearsed.
Party Animals:
Though flamboyant, Goths can be painfully dull; death, despair, and loneliness are both conversationally stifling and quite exhausting. Even in comfortable terrain (dank basements, computer labs, etc.), the species is rarely gregarious. Many have even been observed, at parties, in the supine position upon a sofa.
Despite their utter lack of joie de vivre, Goths are fond of engaging in a series of movements which technically constitute the act of dancing. A completely joyless enterprise, their "dance" features dramatic hand motions and is only performed solo. Concerned more with methodology than fun, this lumbering display requires vast personal space and is best described as a period of controlled flailing. Though specifics vary, the "dance" usually features exaggerated arm swinging, general swishing about, affected gestures, and a great deal of crouching.
Habitat:
Due to their theatrical appearance, Goths are generally unable to blend comfortably into normal terrain and thus are forced to congregate at Goth Theme Nights. Though often held in somewhat gritty locales, this terrain is quite harmless (and dreadful). These events are given unimaginatively Gothy names with little hint of irony, as the species is anything but subtle. In such terrain, dressing Goth is not only encouraged, but often required. Though white face makeup may prove a bit much, the shedding of labels such as "Banana Republic," "Gap," or "J Crew" is strongly recommended.
{For the record, I have either dated or been pretty much every one of the aforementioned stereotypes...}
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Sunday, February 29th, 2004
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Fun fun fun test:
The Maid of Honor
Deliberate Gentle Love Master (DGLMf)
Appreciated for your kindness and envied for all your experience, you are The Maid of Honor.
Charismatic, affectionate, and terrific in relationships, you are what many guys would call a "perfect catch"--and you probably have many admirers, each wishing to capture your long-term love. You're careful, extra careful, because the last thing you want is to hurt anyone. Especially some poor boy whose only crime was liking you.
We've deduced you're fully capable of a dirty fling, but you do feel that post-coital attachment after hooking up. So, conscientious person that you are, you do your best to reserve physical affection for those you respect...so you can respect yourself.
Your biggest negative is the byproduct of your careful nature: indecision. You're just as slow rejecting someone as you are accepting them.
ALWAYS AVOID: The False Messiah, The 5-Night Stand, The Vapor Trail, The Bachelor
CONSIDER: The Gentleman, someone just like you.
Your exact opposite:
Half-cocked: Random Brutal Sex Dreamer
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Tuesday, February 24th, 2004
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I just had way too much fun reading this. I must share.
I've pared them down to just the ones I can remember. If one of you wants to comment here, taking my list and paring it down to just the ones you remember, and then someone comments to your comment, maybe we can get to an ultimate, (semi-)universal top 10 or 20.
I think that would be cool.
YOU KNOW YOU GREW UP IN THE 80's / early 90's IF...
1) You've ever ended a sentence with the word "PSYCH!".
2) You watched the Pound Puppies.
3) You can sing the rap to the "Fresh Prince of Bel Air"
4) You wore biker shorts under your skirts and felt stylish.
5) You yearned to be a member of the Baby-sitters club and/or tried to start a club of your own.
6) You know that "WHOA!" comes from Joey on Blossom.
7) Two words: M.C. Hammer
8) If you ever watched "Fraggle Rock".
9) You can sing the entire theme song to "Duck Tales".
10) You remember when it was actually worth getting up early on a Saturday to watch cartoons.
11) You got super-excited when it was Oregon Trail day in computer class at school.
12) You owned one of those clips that would hold your shirt in a knot on the side.
13) You played the game "MASH" (Mansion, Apartment, Shelter, House)
14) L.A. Gear...need I say more?
15) You wanted to change your name to "J*E*M" in Kindergarten.
16) You know the profound meaning of "WAX ON, WAX OFF"
17) You wanted to be a Goonie.
18) You ever wore fluorescent clothing.
19) You can remember what Michael Jackson looked like before his nose fell off...
20) You have ever pondered why Smurfette was the only female smurf.
21) You remember the CRAZE, then the BANNING of slap bracelets.
22) You still get the urge to say "NOT" after every sentence.
23) You thought your childhood friends would never leave because you exchanged friendship bracelets.
24) You ever owned a pair of Jelly-Shoes.
25) After you saw Pee-Wee's Big Adventure you kept saying "I know you are, but what am I?"
26) You remember "I've fallen and I can't get up"
27) You remember going to the skating rink before there were in-line skates.
28) You ever got seriously injured on a Slip and Slide.
29) You have ever played with a Skip-It.
30) "Don't worry, be happy"
31) You wore socks scrunched down.
32) "Miss MARY MACK MACK MACK, all dressed in BLACK BLACK BLACK"
33) You remember boom boxes vs. CD players.
34) You remember watching both "Gremlins" movies.
35) You remember watching Rainbow Bright and My Little Pony Tales
36) You thought Doogie Howser was hot.
37) You remember Alf, the little furry brown alien from Melmac.
38) You remember New Kids on the Block when they were cool.
39) You knew all the characters names and their life stories on " Saved By the Bell", the ORIGINAL class.
40) You know all the words to Bon Jovi - SHOT THRU THE HEART.
41) You just sang those words to yourself, didn't you?
42) You cut your t-shirts in half and wore it with your homemade Levi shorts... (the shorter the better)
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Sunday, February 22nd, 2004
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For all my loyal LJ readers out there, here's what all the fuss is about:
Have you held her happy?
Not in real life, but in this picture I'm noticing, he looks an awful lot like </a></b></a>
Funny, that.
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rushed.
curious.
accomplished.
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