Misc.


Kidding πŸ˜‰

I love Nellie McKay; I think she’s pretty brilliant and I love her voice.

about me….

-I’m left-handed

-I can wiggle my ears

-I skipped a grade (or two halves technically?)

-My favorite color is red

-I sing and dance when I’m alone in my car then get embarrassed when people see me

-I like green skittles

Favorite band/musicians:

1. Rilo Kiley

2. Metric

3. Mirah

4. St. Vincent

5. M.I.A.

6. The Blow

7. Feist

Favorite Movies:

1. Amelie

2. Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind

3. Kill Bill Vol. 1

4. Lucky Number Slevin

5. Pan’s Labyrinth

Favorite TV Shows:

1. Lost

2. Arrested Development

3. Firefly

4. Gossip Girl

5. Dead Like Me

6. Pushing Daisies

Favorite Books:

This is harder to do a list for because for me the way I enjoy books varies more than with other kinds of media. Also I enjoy most books I read…so here’s some in no particular order.

1. East of Eden

2. Abhorsen trilogy

3. Pride and Prejudice

4. Harry Potter series

5. A Tree Grows in Brooklyn

I’ve been laughing so hard at the Bulwer-Lytton Fiction contest.

The goal of the contest is childishly simple: entrants are challenged to submit bad opening sentences to imaginary novels.

I think my favorite ones are:

The complementary crepuscularities of earth and sky shrank away from one another as the roseate effulgence of a new dawn burst forth, not unlike a reclining pneumatic beauty’s black silk stocking splitting apart at the seam to reveal the glowing radiance of an angrily sun-burned leg.

and

Bill swore the affair had ended, but Louise knew he was lying, after discovering Tupperware containers under the seat of his car, which were not the off-brand containers that she bought to save money, but authentic, burpable, lidded Tupperware; and she knew he would see that woman again, because unlike the flimsy, fake containers that should always be recycled responsibly, real Tupperware must be returned to its rightful owner.

I love language. I admire these people for writing with such humor.

This year is the first time I’ve really gotten into watching the Olympics. I like watching womens’ beach volleyball(mmm..for the sport of course), gymnastics, synch. diving, and swimming. My mom is such a Phelps fangirl, so I tease her and cheer for Ryan Lochte. Lochte is so adorbs πŸ˜›

Last night I stayed up until like 1am watching gymnastics…sucks being on the west coast right now. I was cheering for Nastia Luikin; she was so good :D. Haha I don’t really know why I like her so much…she just seems so *fierce*. Gymnastics seems like the most nerve-wracking sport to me.

Tonight I have just been reminded of the terror I feel…when I see a spider. I know it’s irrational, what’s the worst it could do to me? But I just get seriously affected when I see them. I squeal and whimper uncontrollably, hyperventilate, I tremble, and sometimes cry. I just feel paralyzed with fear. I am rather pitiful. If it’s outside, in the wild, I can just keep well away and not look at it, but in my room, on my wall…oh the horrors. I mean, I feel like I just have to kill it, or it will find its way to my bed and crawl into my mouth when I’m sleeping.

A lot of my fear kind of comes from having to kill them. I shudder at the thought of killing anything. I feel bad that they have to die just because I can’t deal…but really..I can’t. deal with them. crawling around and popping out for friendly surprises. When I manage to kill them, when I see them dying and shriveling up is when I start crying.

Tonight there was a spider on my ceiling, one of those thick, quick-crawling bastards. I have yet to find an easy way for myself to kill spiders. Sometimes I spray copious amounts of air freshener on them, sometimes I throw East of Eden at them (I’m sorry book, I love you but your heft comes in handy), tonight I tried to stick a length of tape between two hangers and smother it. Yeah..that didn’t work out so well. I dropped the hangers after I stuck it, so everything just fell on my desk. I have a lot of crap on my desk so I was afraid it would hide somewhere and I would just have to live the next couple of weeks in fear, but it crawled to the edge, jumped, and ended up towards the wall, behind my bookcase. I lost track of it. I’m still worried that it will find its way to my bed since my room is pretty small. I’m actually still in the fetal position right now :/

Tomorrow I will clean my room :/

My future roommate better be fearless about this stuff.

I feel good today πŸ™‚

I feel…warm and fuzzy. I don’t know. It’s great though. I wonder why exactly, since not a whole lot happened today. I played tug of war with my dog for seriously like 20 minutes. It was so fun, and put me in this mood, but even before that I’d been feeling really silly and playful. I kept laughing out loud randomly, and just amusing myself with everything.

I feel like I want to go hug a bunch of people. But it’s like 11 PM. So virtual hugs all around.

I love it when I get in these moods…I hope it lasts.

I think this video is really funny, just cause it’s so random and weird. I like non sequitur. Maybe I can spread some silliness πŸ™‚

My Myers-Briggs personality type is INFJ, the “counselor.” This is supposedly the most rare type out of the 16, making up about 2% of the population. And it sure feels like it. I don’t mean to be all dramatic (or annoying), but, well, I’ve never met anyone like me. It’s kind of hard to describe, but people don’t seem to understand a lot about me. I’m an enigma to most people. A lot of times I don’t understand me, either. It’s something I’ve kind of gotten used to; maybe I’ll never really “fit in,” but I’d like to belong. I’d like to meet other INFJs for sure, but it might be hard seeing as we can be reclusive.

(I’m going to use “we” a lot because I’ve been looking at some discussion boards about this and the descriptions of INFJs seem to be very accurate for others who test as INFJ.)

INFJs are really, really idealistic. To the point that we have very high standards for, and are highly critical of ourselves. This can get pretty frustrating, but I guess I still like that I won’t BS myself and I won’t settle. Still, I went through pretty rough levels of self-loathing as a younger teenager. With regards to other people, we can sometimes have unrealistically high expectations of close friends and family, but we are also very forgiving. Usually we really love people, and see good in everyone.

We are delicate butterflies. Haha…well maybe not exactly. But emotionally we tend to get hurt very easily, because we get super invested into relationships. We really enjoy helping other people, not just to look good or to feel like superior people…it just really makes us feel good. We kind of consider it our purpose in life to support others. I think we’re not typical introverts because we are so concerned with our relationships. Like, I wish I could spend more time with people, but after a lot of interaction with people I seriously feel tired out and need to recharge by being alone and pondering things.

We value authenticity a lot (all “NF” types do).

The problem for Idealists is that this ardent wish to be genuine at all times and everywhere actually separates them from the authenticity they demand of themselves, and forces them, to a certain extent, into the very role-playing they want to avoid. Instead of the whole-hearted, authentic person they want to be, they are at once director and actor: they are on stage, and prompting themselves with lines. The irony of this wanting to be authentically themselves is that it often leaves Idealists feeling divided and false, standing to one side and telling themselves to be themselves.

This feels 100% true for me. It can be debilitating, this obsession with authenticity. But, alas. Overanalyzation: We Haz It.

What do I want in life? I’m not really concerned with leaving behind a legacy or making fantabulous works of art that change the world (well, actually, the latter is pretty appealing too). I want to find my true self, to form intimate and lasting connections with people, and to support the people I love. I want to find my soulmate, someone who truly understands me and who will appreciate and reciprocate the love I want to give.

I can see how all of this would sound phony and naive, but phony it isn’t. (Naive? I like to think not). I truly believe in these things: soulmates, the power of love, self-actualization. Even on an anonymous forum such as this, I still feel kind of self-conscious expressing all of this. It’s not that I’m ashamed; as silly as it may sound I think I’m afraid of being misunderstood. Sometimes I feel pretty isolated but most of the time I’m fine…I just can’t really explain my feelings to my family well. They think I am too emotional and idealistic ^^;

On a final note, we aren’t emo ;.;

Alright, maybe a little.

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