Well, my mind keeps drifting off to the Corpse Bride *just one more day!* will it be good? Will it be awful? Or, worse, will it be mediocre? I'm in a dancing mood, maybe I should dig out the DDR pads... if it gets too easy I can always put it on two player and make it like a game of twister. *I still miss Bust-A-Groove*
I wana jump the gun and buy some scrubs, but I know I shouldn't. *do VA's even wear scrubs?* I've found a place that'll custom make me Batman scrubs, and SpongeBob Tiki scrubs - I CAN'T STAND IT! Even though I know, deep down, that my lazy behind could make the scrubs myself - it's not the same! *I wonder if she would make me the flannel Monster's Inc. scrubs if I found the fabric again...*
I've just heard the newest Furuba release will be March 5th, so anyone who doesn't read the translations better tell me now so that I can ruin it all for you. *I love to make fan girls cry* Will she die? Will she not? Or will she simply go comatose??? Only the Ring Finger Knows *hahaha - I kill me* - which by the way, I've been looking for all day and can't find, anyone know who publishes it? *I wana buy a little shrine and pray to it...*
" Congratulations, Megan!
Your IQ score is 126
This number is based on a scientific formula that compares how many questions you answered correctly on the Classic IQ Test relative to others.
Your Intellectual Type is Visual Mathematician. This means you are gifted at spotting patterns — both in pictures and in numbers. These talents combined with your overall high intelligence make you good at understanding the big picture, which is why people trust your instincts and turn to you for direction — especially in the workplace. And that's just some of what we know about you from your test results."
I spoke with some low-level nobody at Ohio U today, apparently, now that I'm all signed up to go nobody is willing to talk with me. I have to sign a housing waiver before they'll even let me come visit my department advisor. I need to know what I have to do to take the German placement test and I'm sick of waiting for answers. Have I mentioned what I'm doing yet? Well, for those of you just tuning in *all zero of you* here's a recap:
I plan on leaving Ohio University *the real one in Athens* with the following:
Minor World Religions
Certificate Teaching English as a Foreign Language
Certificate East Asian Studies
*yes, I've added more lately*
What will I do with this? Well, there are several possibilities. I can teach high school, a horrible, thankless, cruel job; I may be able to teach at certain colleges since languages are hard pressed; I can translate for a manga company; I could do voice over work; I can teach English anywhere in the world; I could do business in Germany/Netherlands/Austria; I can work for an international adoption agency; most importantly, I can freak Christians out and pick apart their religion. *the dream becomes reality*
I'm just waiting and waiting for my FASFA to come in... *I'm so board!* Maybe I'll just sit back and watch all 600 of the Lupin the 3rd movies... But then I'll get antsy because I won't be online... *I'm in a bad phase of addiction* Aww, I have a picture of Dannielle taped to my computer *when the hell did that get there?* I wana go to the gay pride parade this year and pick up some locals. It's hard when you're a fag-less hag - it's all red necks up here - not a single gay man anywhere. Who am I supposed to go shopping with!?!
You know, I don't know why, but I've had the ex-men in my life popping up in my head lately. *wow, that's a real pathetic list* Hmm... I'm going to rant, I don't rant on here nearly enough:
there's the guy that liked to slap me around, joined the army, and threatened to kill me when I left him, *I can pick 'em! This is also after he drove his car into a tree because of me, or so he says.*
the a-hole army rocker who went AWAL the day after 9/11, *he implied suicide if I wouldn't date him - pure pitty I suppose*
the West Side hick whose favorite expression was "friends before hoes" and started f'ing his ex 2 weeks after we we're going out, *yeah, that was a real great one - he called last month wanted to get back together, which he does every 6 months*
the weird skinny guy who wouldn't pay attention to me, *I "jokingly" offered him a three-some to come visit me one night, but he declined - wtf? gay?*
the bum with two kids and a broken back who stole a ton of money from me, *serious*
the potentially perfect older man that acted interested, then decided that he didn't like who I was - but couldn't make up his mind so he strung me along for a few months, sex free, yet leaving me in total limbo, *broke my heart twice, OMG I loved him*
the other hick who was a friend of the first, *you'd think my spidey sense would have went off on that one*
the jerk that I was in love with *who actually got my personality and liked it* that kept blowing me off and then got mad when I finally gave up and dated someone else, *he never spoke to me again*
the creepy user with the split teeth, *I was lonely and he played video games, what can I say?*
the *finally* super hot actor guy who pretended to like me but was really trying to screw everything female, *dogs and pigs included - he was such a bad actor, I should have known better*
the semi-hottie *that Meslissa stated was shaped like a question mark* who was my co-star in Love, Sex, and the IRS that asked me out, got waisted, and started making out with another girl in my presence, *then got made when I cut ties and dated someone else* he also told everyone else on the cast that I spit on him *people who know me - would I even do such a thing and deny it?*
BTW I'm not saying that I splet with this slew of guys. Idiots and thespians and dead end go-nowhere a-holes - it's my life story I swear! That's my 2000-2001 track record there and all I can say for myself is - I must have had no self esteem and been very, VERY depressed. That's not even counting the 4 dozen plus guys that would proclaim their love for me when they didn't even know what color my eyes were, let alone who the hell I was to be able to love me. *I'm sure it had nothing to do with being the "rich" chick who drives a Mustang.* Strangely, when I stopped dating these boys, I also stopped smoking and drinking - see how the world gives you signs? What have I learned? *men suck?* No, but close. I'm not going to play the quite, shrinking violet anymore. It's not worth it at all - so I am now just me 24/7, I say whatever pops into my head and I act impulsively. If I'm happy I'll dance around, if I'm pissed, you're not going to hear the end of it until I'm validated - and if someone won't listen or pangs me, then yes, I will be the "queen of holding grudges." I'm tired of catering, and I will go on until I get my way or get defeated (or possibly a reasonable compromise - but not likely) - so if you can't stand toe to toe with me, go away. This way, if people don't like me they can do it upfront instead of having to figure me first.
And now I spend half my days trying to convince other high school girls that they're worth a damn and don't need boys to complete themselves/be a white knight. Sometimes you have to pick up the sword and be your own knight in shinning armor - because if you won't fight for yourself, who the hell will?
I have three favorite pieces of advice:
No man loves a slut for very long;
Whatever they say about you that you don't like, don't prove them right;
and, Foolish are those who depend on the undependable. I wrote that last one *well, alter ego #2 - aka Lady of the Taqua Lake - really wrote that one I suppose*
And no matter what, the giant Hello Kitty goes where I go.