These things are pretty stupid seeing as no one can be defined by their birth month, but it's fun to be like "OMG TAHTS ME1." And yes, stolen from Rachel, yada yada. I'm the only meme-er on my friends list besides me, so I won't bore you with details. It's easy enough to figure out.

AUGUST:
Loves to joke. Attractive. Suave and caring. Brave and fearless. Firm and has leadership qualities. Knows how to console others. Too generous and egoistic. Takes high pride of oneself. Thirsty for praises. Extraordinary spirit. Easily angered. Angry when provoked. Easily jealous. Observant. Careful and cautious. Thinks quickly. Independent thoughts. Loves to lead and to be led. Loves to dream. Talented in the arts, music and defense. Sensitive but not petty. Poor resistance against illnesses. Learns to relax. Hasty and trusty. Romantic. Loving and caring. Loves to make friends.

I would have bolded more, but I can't think that way, like "Why yes, I am so smart and amazing." Even if I kind of know that I'm smart/amazing in one aspect, what kind of person would that make me to go bragging about it? I think it's an ugly way to act.


And Rachel, omfg. Utopia. And just the whole season finale bit, for that matter. My mom seriously came down and was like "What're you making all those noises for?" We must speak geek in Econ on Monday!

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Yeah. Poo on lj.

There are way too many books called 'The Alchemist.' I always heard 'omg I loved that book' and then I read it - or I thought I did - and it wasn't that amazing and now I'm discovering that I probably read the wrong one. Augh. Ridiculous. Why can't people get more creative when naming their books?

I am severely frustrated with Libba Bray right now. How. could. she. do. this. to. me. Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy..

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Next semester I really want to get more into photo. This semester I ended up being crammed at the end of the year with all the things I had to do, though at least I got it all done. Today I was in a really shitty mood when I walked into the darkroom, and when I walked out I felt very better. Sure, I had to go through about ten ruined prints to get there, but once I finally made something that worked, I felt a lot better.

There was a headline in the news today that said 'Youssif OK after complications' but when I first read it I read 'Yourself: OK after applications.' That was an article I would've read.

I finished my book today in math class and now I have nothing to do..

Today I stayed for like six hours after school working in the darkroom. It was fun.. a lot more fun than coming home right after school and just sitting around the house. All the people were chill and Mama Mo says I'm 'soaring.' I feel like she gives out compliments like they're going out of style, sometimes, but it's still kind of amusing to hear what good things she has to say about your photograph.

In other news, the guitarist for Hawthorne Heights died.. I think it was a week or two ago. I just found out a few days ago. I feel a little bit bad about all of the times I made fun of them when their commercials came on MTV. But still, how can someone just randomly die in their sleep for no apparent reason?

Today was THE BEST DAY EVER. Not.

Is it lame that I want school to start again? :/ As much as I enjoy it, I don't think I'm capable of leading a life where I have endless free time. It's just too much freedom for me, and I take the chance to push things off and lay around because I have the time to.

I want a career where I'll be able to do lots of things and always be busy. I want responsibility and I want to work hard so that relaxation can actually be a reward instead of just a way of life. This week, as much as I've always always pledged to never be a nurse, I realized that might be a good job for me. Something like that - where I'm active, where what I do has meaning. I need that.

The best part of today has to be when Boomer was sleeping on my bed, and I came up behind him really quiet and scared the crap out of him. It was hilarious.

I really want to go to the gym. The problem is that, even though this cold I've had has been relatively fast on its course, now I'm in that disgusting phase where even just climbing the stairs triggers a huge coughing fest and there's lots of flem and fun things involved. I can just imagine being at the gym and getting many strange, disgusted looks as I proceed to throw up half a lung onto the machine. Those little disinfectant wipes can only go so far, after all.

I might just go on a run in the woods. The problem about that is that sometimes I'll get halfway out and realize that I ate too much breakfast and need to go home but I'm still two miles into the wild (great movie btw). It's really not fun.

In other news, last night I had some great dreams. Except for the last one, where my dad had rearranged the entire downstairs tank terribly and there were fish stuck in the filter. I woke up and you have no idea how relieving it was to go downstairs and see the fishtank as it was.

I don't know what is better - to have a good dream but then face the realization that none of it is possible when waking up, or to have a bad dream and feel the immense relief and gratitude when you wake up that things are not that way whatsoever.