Survey and Spazzing

HOLY CRAP!!! IT'S PICTURES AT AN EXHIBITION!!! ON THE RADIO!!! JUST NOW!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!

I was listening to some song I knew I recognized, on that classical station Dad likes to much, and it got softer, and I thought, "Oh, maybe it's 1812 Overture" or something . . . but, no, it was just changing from "The Hut on Chicken Legs" to the familiar "Great Gate of Kiev" which we played and everybody knows . . .

-- Name: Amy
-- Birth date: May 15th, 1987
-- Birthplace: Kalamazoo, MI
-- Current Location: Elkhart
-- Eye Color: Blue, shading from grey to green to hazel, often with each eye a different color
-- Hair Color: Brown
-- Height: 5'5"
-- Righty or Lefty: Righty
-- Zodiac Sign: Taurus

Describe..

-- Your heritage: Bavarian German on one side, Irish and Scottish real far back on the other
-- The shoes you wore today: nothing, yet-- it's morning
-- Your weakness: I'm sensitive
-- Your fears: tornadoes, atomic bombs, and religious fanatics
-- Goal you'd like to achieve publish a book

Tell..

-- Your most overused phrase on AIM: "lol" or "^_^"
-- Your thoughts first waking up: Today? "Huh . . . I just had a dream about being raped as Eveline. I might want to write that down and use that in the book."
-- Your best physical feature: I like my eyelashes and the wispies on the side of my face, and my waist, for the most part . . .
-- Your bedtime: 10:00-11:00
-- Your greatest accomplishment: The sum of the scholarships and stuff I've won in the past few months.
-- Your most missed memory: Japan, and those days of RPing in Tiffany's basement which soon may be gone . . .

You prefer..

-- Pepsi or Coke: Don't like pop.
-- McDonald's or Burger King: McDonalds.
-- Single or group dates: For now, group, because, as a third wheel, that's the only way I can even go on a date, PERIOD.
-- Adidas or Nike: Either.
-- Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea: They both make me pee (yes, even MORE SO than usual), so I don't drink them.
-- Chocolate or vanilla: CHOCOLATE!!!
-- Cappuccino or coffee: Ew for both.

Do you..

-- smoke: No
--drink: A half a glass on New Years?
-- Cuss: When I'm really angry, stressed, or otherwise passionate.
-- Sing well: I think I sound okay, but judging by how often I've been screamed at, threatened, smacked, slapped, punched, and beaten, I'd have to say otherwise . . .
-- Take a shower everyday: Yeah, otherwise I feel dirty and useless.
-- Have a crush(es): Maybe, but not really.
-- Do you think you've been in love: Perhaps.
-- Want to go to college: Yes. It'd be a real charade if I wasn't at this point.
-- Like high school: It was okay, probably better than middle school.
-- Want to get married: Yeah, once I establish an identity for myself that I'm happy with. I refuse to define myself through marriage . . . I just want a steadfast, devoted companion, a kindred (or at least semi-) spirit for once in my life, and, eventually, once MY life feels complete, kids . . . I can't bring them up properly towards their own fulfilment if I myself don't even begin to feel fulfilled . . .
-- Type w/ your fingers on the right keys: Does anyone?
-- Believe in yourself: To some extent.
-- Get motion sickness: Sometimes, like when I read.
-- Think you're attractive: When there's no one else around to compare me to, yes. When there are others, no.
-- Think you're a health freak: No, but I do feel guilty if I eat badly and try to make up for it. I could never diet, though.
-- Get along with your parents: Yes, very well for most kids my age that I've seen.
-- Like thunderstorms: Yes! Then they just freak the crap out of me when they turn into tornadoes . . .
-- Play an instrument: Violin, sort-of piano, sort-of recorder . . .

have you..

-- Drank alcohol: In miniscule amounts on holidays
-- Smoke(d): No. I can, but I don't really want to.
-- Done a drug: If you count taking Vicadin for severe menstrual pain (I vomited in the school parking lot) when it wasn't perscribed, then, sure . . . Oh, and I indulge in the scent of markers when I use them. I don't SNIFF them, per say . . . but I allow myself to breathe a little more freely than usual, lol . . .
-- Gone on a date: *Shrug*
-- Eaten an entire box of Oreos: No.
-- Eaten sushi: Yeah, baby!
-- Been on stage: Yes. I like the stage.
-- Been dumped: That would require someone to be dumped by. Does this also count for friends? That's happened.
-- Gone skating: Yes! Both kinds, too . . .
-- Made homemade cookies: Tory usually does it, but I help, sometimes . . .
-- Gone skinny dipping: Only when I was about 3 months old . . . and also, if Japanese baths count. Shoot, I live on a lake . . . I should do it sometime . . .
-- Dyed your hair: No.

The future..

-- Age you hope to be married: probably late 20s.
-- Numbers and Names of Children: 2-3 kids. Don't know names.
-- Describe your Dream Wedding: I can't choose this yet.
-- How do you want to die: I want to be shot fighting for a cause, and then be taken to a hospital where my family will surround me and I will impart some last words of wisdom.
-- Where you want to go to college: I'm going to Washington University, and I'm quite satisfied with this choice.
-- What do you want to be when you grow up: A bestselling writer who never does anything else, but that's not going to happen . . . so a Japanese or English teacher, or perhaps a foreign diplomat.
-- What country would you most like to visit: Well, since I've seen Japan, I'm thinking Russia . . .

0pposite sex..

-- Best eye color? Brown.
-- Best hair color? Darker rather than lighter, but I really don't care.
-- Best height: Doesn't matter, but so far I've been more attracted to tall guys.
-- Best weight: Doesn't matter, just not obscenely obese, please.
-- Best articles of clothing: ?? Um . . . pants?
-- Best first date location: Japan. Heehee.
-- Best first kiss location: It'll be made romantic, pretty much no matter what. Maybe one should avoid the Central cafeteria or something, though . . .

Number of..

-- boyfriends I've had: None.
-- drugs taken illegally: None, unless you count that Vicadin, lol . . .
-- people I could trust with my life: Probably about 2-- if you count family members, perhaps 5.
-- CDs that I own: Mostly burned, but plenty.
-- piercing: None.
-- Number of tattoos: None.
-- times my name has been in the newspaper?: Well, in the past few weeks alone, like 6 times . . . maybe 30 times overall in my life? Hey, we live in a small town . . . that reminds me, Jessica, I have some article about you for you . . .
-- scars on my body: 4 from my appendix, a couple from wounds I scratched too much, and one on my finger than I nearly cut off.
-- things in my past that I regret: A few awkward things I said.

Survey and Spazzing

HOLY CRAP!!! IT'S PICTURES AT AN EXHIBITION!!! ON THE RADIO!!! JUST NOW!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!

I was listening to some song I knew I recognized, on that classical station Dad likes to much, and it got softer, and I thought, "Oh, maybe it's 1812 Overture" or something . . . but, no, it was just changing from "The Hut on Chicken Legs" to the familiar "Great Gate of Kiev" which we played and everybody knows . . .

-- Name: Amy
-- Birth date: May 15th, 1987
-- Birthplace: Kalamazoo, MI
-- Current Location: Elkhart
-- Eye Color: Blue, shading from grey to green to hazel, often with each eye a different color
-- Hair Color: Brown
-- Height: 5'5"
-- Righty or Lefty: Righty
-- Zodiac Sign: Taurus

Describe..

-- Your heritage: Bavarian German on one side, Irish and Scottish real far back on the other
-- The shoes you wore today: nothing, yet-- it's morning
-- Your weakness: I'm sensitive
-- Your fears: tornadoes, atomic bombs, and religious fanatics
-- Goal you'd like to achieve publish a book

Tell..

-- Your most overused phrase on AIM: "lol" or "^_^"
-- Your thoughts first waking up: Today? "Huh . . . I just had a dream about being raped as Eveline. I might want to write that down and use that in the book."
-- Your best physical feature: I like my eyelashes and the wispies on the side of my face, and my waist, for the most part . . .
-- Your bedtime: 10:00-11:00
-- Your greatest accomplishment: The sum of the scholarships and stuff I've won in the past few months.
-- Your most missed memory: Japan, and those days of RPing in Tiffany's basement which soon may be gone . . .

You prefer..

-- Pepsi or Coke: Don't like pop.
-- McDonald's or Burger King: McDonalds.
-- Single or group dates: For now, group, because, as a third wheel, that's the only way I can even go on a date, PERIOD.
-- Adidas or Nike: Either.
-- Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea: They both make me pee (yes, even MORE SO than usual), so I don't drink them.
-- Chocolate or vanilla: CHOCOLATE!!!
-- Cappuccino or coffee: Ew for both.

Do you..

-- smoke: No
--drink: A half a glass on New Years?
-- Cuss: When I'm really angry, stressed, or otherwise passionate.
-- Sing well: I think I sound okay, but judging by how often I've been screamed at, threatened, smacked, slapped, punched, and beaten, I'd have to say otherwise . . .
-- Take a shower everyday: Yeah, otherwise I feel dirty and useless.
-- Have a crush(es): Maybe, but not really.
-- Do you think you've been in love: Perhaps.
-- Want to go to college: Yes. It'd be a real charade if I wasn't at this point.
-- Like high school: It was okay, probably better than middle school.
-- Want to get married: Yeah, once I establish an identity for myself that I'm happy with. I refuse to define myself through marriage . . . I just want a steadfast, devoted companion, a kindred (or at least semi-) spirit for once in my life, and, eventually, once MY life feels complete, kids . . . I can't bring them up properly towards their own fulfilment if I myself don't even begin to feel fulfilled . . .
-- Type w/ your fingers on the right keys: Does anyone?
-- Believe in yourself: To some extent.
-- Get motion sickness: Sometimes, like when I read.
-- Think you're attractive: When there's no one else around to compare me to, yes. When there are others, no.
-- Think you're a health freak: No, but I do feel guilty if I eat badly and try to make up for it. I could never diet, though.
-- Get along with your parents: Yes, very well for most kids my age that I've seen.
-- Like thunderstorms: Yes! Then they just freak the crap out of me when they turn into tornadoes . . .
-- Play an instrument: Violin, sort-of piano, sort-of recorder . . .

have you..

-- Drank alcohol: In miniscule amounts on holidays
-- Smoke(d): No. I can, but I don't really want to.
-- Done a drug: If you count taking Vicadin for severe menstrual pain (I vomited in the school parking lot) when it wasn't perscribed, then, sure . . . Oh, and I indulge in the scent of markers when I use them. I don't SNIFF them, per say . . . but I allow myself to breathe a little more freely than usual, lol . . .
-- Gone on a date: *Shrug*
-- Eaten an entire box of Oreos: No.
-- Eaten sushi: Yeah, baby!
-- Been on stage: Yes. I like the stage.
-- Been dumped: That would require someone to be dumped by. Does this also count for friends? That's happened.
-- Gone skating: Yes! Both kinds, too . . .
-- Made homemade cookies: Tory usually does it, but I help, sometimes . . .
-- Gone skinny dipping: Only when I was about 3 months old . . . and also, if Japanese baths count. Shoot, I live on a lake . . . I should do it sometime . . .
-- Dyed your hair: No.

The future..

-- Age you hope to be married: probably late 20s.
-- Numbers and Names of Children: 2-3 kids. Don't know names.
-- Describe your Dream Wedding: I can't choose this yet.
-- How do you want to die: I want to be shot fighting for a cause, and then be taken to a hospital where my family will surround me and I will impart some last words of wisdom.
-- Where you want to go to college: I'm going to Washington University, and I'm quite satisfied with this choice.
-- What do you want to be when you grow up: A bestselling writer who never does anything else, but that's not going to happen . . . so a Japanese or English teacher, or perhaps a foreign diplomat.
-- What country would you most like to visit: Well, since I've seen Japan, I'm thinking Russia . . .

0pposite sex..

-- Best eye color? Brown.
-- Best hair color? Darker rather than lighter, but I really don't care.
-- Best height: Doesn't matter, but so far I've been more attracted to tall guys.
-- Best weight: Doesn't matter, just not obscenely obese, please.
-- Best articles of clothing: ?? Um . . . pants?
-- Best first date location: Japan. Heehee.
-- Best first kiss location: It'll be made romantic, pretty much no matter what. Maybe one should avoid the Central cafeteria or something, though . . .

Number of..

-- boyfriends I've had: None.
-- drugs taken illegally: None, unless you count that Vicadin, lol . . .
-- people I could trust with my life: Probably about 2-- if you count family members, perhaps 5.
-- CDs that I own: Mostly burned, but plenty.
-- piercing: None.
-- Number of tattoos: None.
-- times my name has been in the newspaper?: Well, in the past few weeks alone, like 6 times . . . maybe 30 times overall in my life? Hey, we live in a small town . . . that reminds me, Jessica, I have some article about you for you . . .
-- scars on my body: 4 from my appendix, a couple from wounds I scratched too much, and one on my finger than I nearly cut off.
-- things in my past that I regret: A few awkward things I said.

Quizzes That Have A Lot To Do With Sex And Are Kind of Awkward

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Quizzes That Have A Lot To Do With Sex And Are Kind of Awkward

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The Diriculous Movie of AP US Government

Today was ridiculous.

No, fix that: DIRICULOUS.

I came in at noon to film that ridiculous movie for AP US Government class, and Tiffany was going to replace Tory as The Bushy-Haired Man, because Tory didn't want to go into town.

In the end, I ended up as The Bushy-Haired Man, with weird hair that reminds me of Orthodox Jewish men (that sounds racist, but I'm so serious . . . that's the only way to describe it . . . ) and a Hitler mustache (hmm, how ironic . . . ), complete with a trenchcoat and gangster hat. It was BAD.

The entire thing is positively ridiculous. I stabbed Alice to death with a starfish taped to a fireplace poker, and she bled chocolate all over the place. Robert looked like he was raping me rather than attacking me, he looks pretty nonchalant as he is choked, and there's a lovely shot of me pantomiming eating the starfish-poker like a lollipop.

This may very well go down in Sadowey history, and that is what I am afraid . . .

The sad thing is, Drew and Huang and Darren and Ryan are either not going to laugh at all, or, if they do, it shall be derisive and mean and spiteful.

I am going to try to find some good music for this ridiculous movie. I think this song would make a nice opener . . . rather ironic, and yet so fitting . . . and it sounds like it's from the 1950s.

My deep wish would be that I could just edit this thing alone, but I doubt that's going to happen. It's just easier to work it myself, putting in music I know will work and cutting it where it needs to be cut, not having to confer with everyone about what they like best. That makes everything just take so much more time, but, well, that'd be my selfish 5th-grade-leader side talking, the one that caused the further enmity within that terrible group of 5th grade on the Northern Colonies I was in with Alice, Liz, Heather, Seth, and Alex . . . good God, there could not possibly have been a more anal group . . .

Tiffany felt awkward the entire time, and so now I "owe her." I promised her she could come up on Monday, but, since everything moved up to the lake, she came up with, and filming just went on . . .

At least we got some time alone, though.

Me: "An eye for an eye makes the whole world blind, Tiffany!"
Tiffany: "And now the whole world is going to be fondled!"

Kristina made me an "Amy Jan is love" colorbar, but when she sent it to me it got shrunk down in size, so now if I attempt to blow it up, it gets all fuzzy and pixel-ish. Do you think you could send it as a zip file, perhaps, Xie? Or, even, lol . . . I could do it (the dyeing and everything) some day when I'm over there, anyway . . .

The Diriculous Movie of AP US Government

Today was ridiculous.

No, fix that: DIRICULOUS.

I came in at noon to film that ridiculous movie for AP US Government class, and Tiffany was going to replace Tory as The Bushy-Haired Man, because Tory didn't want to go into town.

In the end, I ended up as The Bushy-Haired Man, with weird hair that reminds me of Orthodox Jewish men (that sounds racist, but I'm so serious . . . that's the only way to describe it . . . ) and a Hitler mustache (hmm, how ironic . . . ), complete with a trenchcoat and gangster hat. It was BAD.

The entire thing is positively ridiculous. I stabbed Alice to death with a starfish taped to a fireplace poker, and she bled chocolate all over the place. Robert looked like he was raping me rather than attacking me, he looks pretty nonchalant as he is choked, and there's a lovely shot of me pantomiming eating the starfish-poker like a lollipop.

This may very well go down in Sadowey history, and that is what I am afraid . . .

The sad thing is, Drew and Huang and Darren and Ryan are either not going to laugh at all, or, if they do, it shall be derisive and mean and spiteful.

I am going to try to find some good music for this ridiculous movie. I think this song would make a nice opener . . . rather ironic, and yet so fitting . . . and it sounds like it's from the 1950s.

My deep wish would be that I could just edit this thing alone, but I doubt that's going to happen. It's just easier to work it myself, putting in music I know will work and cutting it where it needs to be cut, not having to confer with everyone about what they like best. That makes everything just take so much more time, but, well, that'd be my selfish 5th-grade-leader side talking, the one that caused the further enmity within that terrible group of 5th grade on the Northern Colonies I was in with Alice, Liz, Heather, Seth, and Alex . . . good God, there could not possibly have been a more anal group . . .

Tiffany felt awkward the entire time, and so now I "owe her." I promised her she could come up on Monday, but, since everything moved up to the lake, she came up with, and filming just went on . . .

At least we got some time alone, though.

Me: "An eye for an eye makes the whole world blind, Tiffany!"
Tiffany: "And now the whole world is going to be fondled!"

Kristina made me an "Amy Jan is love" colorbar, but when she sent it to me it got shrunk down in size, so now if I attempt to blow it up, it gets all fuzzy and pixel-ish. Do you think you could send it as a zip file, perhaps, Xie? Or, even, lol . . . I could do it (the dyeing and everything) some day when I'm over there, anyway . . .