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Your Intellectual Type is Visionary Philosopher. This means you are highly intelligent and have a powerful mix of skills and insight that can be applied in a variety of different ways. Like Plato, your exceptional math and verbal skills make you very adept at explaining things to others - and at anticipating and predicting patterns. And that's just some of what we know about you from your IQ results.
yeah, yeah, let's face it, i'm the next god dam plato. hahha. right.
though when i took in in psych senior year i did better.. fuck yes to 144.. a genius and the highest in my class.. woot woot. if only these really mattered, and if only they measured real intellegence.
so life is pretty damn lame these days. currently i'm all upset because i have to watch teh lame viking game (though daunte got hurt, so that makes it a bit better) instead of the packers. bastards.
last night was horrible. though i didn't really want to go, the roommates are like michelle, you are coming out with us whether you like it or not. so an hour later i find myself wandering down university wearing a towel. but i get in a huge fight with someone (though it wasn't a fight persay) and ended up losing the roomies, including the one that knew where we were going. so after getting all ready, walking all the way over there, i had no idea exactly where and 10th and 4th they were. so i just walked home. got in another fight, and then refused to talk to my escort the entire way home. and since i drank (not to the point of which i was drunk, but fuck, i wish i was at that point) i had to pee ridiculously badly. and when i came out finally, brandon was gone. and of course i am worried because he happens to have my keys, but at that point, i didn't care. i would have just went and sat in front of my apartment. well apparently he thought i went out the back because i was all pissed and didn't want to talk to him, so he was sprinting around the area looking for me (he redeemed himself a bit)but to make a long story short, as soon as i think i know what i want, ugh, never mind.
i quit this game.
yeah, yeah, let's face it, i'm the next god dam plato. hahha. right.
though when i took in in psych senior year i did better.. fuck yes to 144.. a genius and the highest in my class.. woot woot. if only these really mattered, and if only they measured real intellegence.
so life is pretty damn lame these days. currently i'm all upset because i have to watch teh lame viking game (though daunte got hurt, so that makes it a bit better) instead of the packers. bastards.
last night was horrible. though i didn't really want to go, the roommates are like michelle, you are coming out with us whether you like it or not. so an hour later i find myself wandering down university wearing a towel. but i get in a huge fight with someone (though it wasn't a fight persay) and ended up losing the roomies, including the one that knew where we were going. so after getting all ready, walking all the way over there, i had no idea exactly where and 10th and 4th they were. so i just walked home. got in another fight, and then refused to talk to my escort the entire way home. and since i drank (not to the point of which i was drunk, but fuck, i wish i was at that point) i had to pee ridiculously badly. and when i came out finally, brandon was gone. and of course i am worried because he happens to have my keys, but at that point, i didn't care. i would have just went and sat in front of my apartment. well apparently he thought i went out the back because i was all pissed and didn't want to talk to him, so he was sprinting around the area looking for me (he redeemed himself a bit)but to make a long story short, as soon as i think i know what i want, ugh, never mind.
i quit this game.