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| attention all you people reading this: i have a new xanga. so don't go on this one anymore...the other is more fun, i promise. i decided i wanted a brand new, fresh xanga without erasing my old blogs on this one... haha too many memories for my sentimental self. so please move your bodies to www.xanga.com/haute_girl for more information. please and thank you. | | |
| recap. here goes: thanksgiving was hotness, cuz of mom's special punch and tita ce's bottle of french wine. i love buddy the elf. school's unofficially done for me cuz class is pretty much pointless now. thefacebook.com is the shizzit for college peeps. baseball guy from school invited me to their "flex-off" and even wanted to give me a private flex-off at their after-keggar. capella's birthday on sat, featuring parties A,B, and C. jello shots involved. bourbon st. and "designated drivers" in loose quotations, but i kinda don't want to die at 18, so that's a no. and an exclusive party Z- on friday night, featuring the flex off and supposedly some local male strippers [dorm guys who need money and female attention]. very awkward and not my thing. payed a visit to the aids awareness table in which i made a sign that said "aids affects all of us" and for my creative efforts, i recieved a t-shirt and a handful of condoms. ugh, which i disposed of. have a safe and reasonably sane holiday season and make sure to buy me a present, preferably something in mink. | | |
| regrets suck. all you out there can say that you don't have regrets and that you live your life to the fullest, but chances are, you have regrets.
i was having a great friday. spent the day with the kids from lab, chilled at raime's office, had a good breakfast, and crammed for a bio test that went seemingly well...so me and kc were outside having a ball under the new umbrella picnic tables at school, talking about the most random things like milford cubicle. when lo and behold, out the corner of my eye its x. walking out of class, looking good like he always does...so i make a lame-o excuse to leave and go to the parking lot, where i imagine he was heading.
so i walk, yet x is nowhere in front of me..i look around, casually...and what do my eyes behold?? some chick, hanging on his arm. my eyes narrowed, jaw dropped, and i just kept on walking. ugh! this chick wasn't even cute. i mean, i'd understand if she was cute, but no, this girl was packin in all the wrong places.
so where is this regret, you say? well, if i had taken the chance with him years ago...if i had even reciprocated anything...things would probably been different, and as my sister remarked, we probably would be together still. ugh. regrets suck.
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yeah, enough moping around! regret officially over...after some soul-searching, and a little internet search, i'm over it! silly jo, what did i see in x anyway...he's just this normal guy, who i somehow elevated to a state of non-normalness... as e pointed out, i really am too good for him. :) | | |
| its election day! make the most educated decision, cuz today of all days, it counts! ..i decided that i want to join mensa one day. so i took a few online IQ tests for fun...they're not certified or anything, but i just wanted to know my general level of intellegence yanoo... so, one said that i had a 126 ["superior", "gifted"] while the other said i scored a 142 ["genius"]. that's pretty vague--considering that einstein had an iQ of 160. that's what they call "unmeasurable genius"...and that somehow lead me to take a "just for fun 56 page" inkblot test to find out what's buzzing around in my subconscious. and surprise: i have the mentality of a mass murderer! i'm kidding, of course. here's really what my subconscious had to say:
Tickle's Original Inkblot Test
Reveal Your Subconscious Mind
Joanna, your subconscious mind is driven most by
 [i thot that inkblot looked like a very friendly, very naked lady].
You are driven by a higher purpose than most people. You have a deeply-rooted desire to facilitate peacefulness in the world. Whether through subtle interactions with love ones, or through getting involved in social causes, it is important to you to influence the world.
You are driven by a desire to encourage others to think about the positive side of things instead of focusing on the negative. The reason your unconscious is consumed by this might stem from an innate fear of war and turmoil. Thus, to avoid that uncomfortable place for you, your unconscious seeks out the peace in your environment.
Usually, the thing that underlies this unconscious drive is a deep respect for humankind. You care about the future of the world, even beyond your own involvement in it. As a result, your personal integrity acts as a surrogate for your deeper drive toward peace and guides you in daily life towards decisions that are respectful toward yourself and others.
People who have unconscious minds driven by peace tend to be independent thinkers who often prefer to live by their own high personal standards and moral code. | | |
| hey, let's just change my name to vanessa.
on thursday, i went to the pre-med professions seminar at school at the behest of my advisor...thought i was gonna rot from boredom...but i thought it was so informative! it got me even more determined, more excited, and more goal-oriented---i have to get into dental school. the seminar just made me wish that i could skip all the undergrad years and just get on witht the rest of my life. but these are supposed to be the best years of my young life, so i'm waiting for that to happen.
friday--lab was awesome as usual. chilled at the lounge..ordered some chinese from jeff and ryan's dorm ...met some of kc's friends...one of them really wanted me to make an appearance at a kegger on southside, but thought my name was vanessa. hmm.
awkward--how i handed my bio lab instructor the wrong disc and kinda sorta offended him when he saw sumn about me being very very republican. whups.
other than that, had a stellar and somewhat gourmet weekend..
had a "costume party" at ccac...did my thang as a train robber, lol, while e went as a grecian chick [i'm like, hey helen of sparta!]...then somehow i ended up at the airshow on sat...that was fun...afterwards had an awesome dinner at tito jun's...oysters and red wine...absolutely hit the spot! stopped at 3 glasses, partly because the wine had run out. today, chilled with e and decided that self-checkout aisles at winn-dixie actually took more time. cuz they suck. just finished some yummy in my tummy cheesecake.
and maybe i'll stop procrastinating on machiavelli. | | |
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