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tabular_rasa | You scored as Artist. Paint write cry oh my.
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You scored as Very. You have/had an active imagination. According to my theories a good imagination is important in development. A kid with a good imagination should do better in life then those without a good one.
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Then I started to take the "Are You Normal" quiz from somewhere . . . I forgot I was 18 and clicked "I blew out less than 18 candles on my last birthday" (which, actually, is true). So now it's logged my IP address and it won't let me take the damn thing.
SCREAMING CHILDREN. AHH!!!
My head hurts. I mean, it really, really hurts.
This is what I did today.
Psychology: I turned in my mask. It is blue, purple, and pink, and it covered in quotes from my favorite stories and plays, and my own story, as if it were bad paper-mache, lol . . . It has Japanese geisha lips, and is crying out of one eye (not depression, just the ease with which I experience emotions). It also has vast amounts of notebook paper-strip hair, curtaining the face, representing not only my dry, unmanageable mongoose hair (lol), but the dry, uninteresting outer appearance obsessed with academia that people see of me (lol, sort of like Hermione in that scene in the third Harry Potter movie . . . "soul as dry as the paper of the books to which you so desperately cleave") that must be sifted through to see the rewarding, real self. Brad (the kid who sits next to me) made his bloody-looking, with a sewn-up mouth, and with taped-up gauze over the eyes. He said he made it disturbing on purpose.
English: We watched the Childrens' Play. The kids were so cute; the good kids actually raised their hands during the participation parts, and every once and a while one would hold up two fingers when things got rambunctious (which they often did, what with the through-the-auditorium horse chases, and all . . . ).
AP US Government: We finished watching the movie on Charles Manson. You know, when he was young (and before he shaved his head), in some of those shots, the court drawings of him, he really looked a lot like Sirius Black. That is just kind of freaky. I might assume they did it on purpose for the movie (subliminal: "this guy is a killer/deceiver" thing), but, really, Manson looks more like Sirius (to me) in some shots than Oldman looked like Manson (or Sirius, for that matter, lol . . . ), though . . . so maybe it's just me . . .
Sociology: We watched the Childrens' Play. Again. Lol . . . this time, the audience was CRAZY!!! I swear, those little kids were going to riot. They were louder, and they actually stood up during the horse chases, and they moved around a whole lot more. Also, they SCREAMED!!! I know they're supposed to participate, and answer back (though, personally, when I was their age, I always knew the people would figure it out, and that they either were morons for not getting it or were just playing dumb and my shouting would do nothing and only frustrate me, and so I was just quiet), but SCREAM??? Wild 8-year-olds of DEMONIC DOOM!!! I have this HEADACHE now, OWW!!!
There was this one part that actually scared me: This boy (I don't know WHO he is, but, man can that kid DANCE . . . lol . . . ) who was narrating the show had a dodgeball at one point (there was some big plot device about that), and the kids started chanting, "Throw it! Throw it! Throw it!" and he kept trying to say his lines, but they were too loud, and too insistent, and he just couldn't do it. So, finally, he just chucked it, and the kids cheered (OWW!!!), and he eventually moved on, but, dang . . .
At the end of the show, it was loudest, of course. If I were Brock (he played the villain), I think I might be suffering from a bit of a self-esteem blow: You get hit in the head with a dodgeball, and everyone stands up and cheers-- and one girl even did a little shimmey on her auditorium seat. That's 500 second-graders cheering at your demise. That's rather sad, really.
Orchestra: We played music. What else is new? I liked playing Shindler's List. I think I might need to get a copy of that, just for myself, to play. I really like that song piece.
Oh, sad news: The Symphony has gone bankrupt. They officially declared it last night. That is really, really sad. I knew it was coming, but I thought they might be able to fight it off, at least until I could write a book that had something to do with music and start sending proceeds back to it, like I thought about doing once upon a time (lol, the birth of the von Brandt novel, Jessica and Tiffany . . . ).
They might be able to keep YHO, since it is a self-perpetuating program, what with the children paying in and all, but without the Symphony, it just really doesn't work anymore. The Symphony might need to sell their music, which the YHO uses.
Thus begins the slippery slope to destroy the Elco, probably, too.
Damn Marcia Fulmer. I know she has nothing to do with this (or at least is very limited in her contribution), but I'll just pretend to blame her since she was the last person (besides perhaps the IRS) to do something really mean to the Symphony.
Tory threw a vibrating ladybug at my butt, and now she is dancing and singing in Squidnoid.
