I need a cool title for this entry...
Stolen from Chelsea's LJ, because I'm putting off doing my extensively late bio work
NAME ANALYSIS FOR: Brendan Francis Doyle
Brendan :
You have a tendency to resist change. Don't miss opportunities for growth. You have a love of creature comforts, but must learn to handle money. You enjoy a challenge. You can take thought-directed actions. You can be quite inventive and quite curious. You can handle details well. You have a methodical mind. You have a discriminating nature coupled with perseverance and family pride. You have much enthusiasm with a driving attitude toward achievement in life. You must learn to give 'wise' service and not be a martyr.
Francis:
You have an aptitude for dealing with the public. You would do well in entertainment and politics. You feel secure in group endeavors. You have a lack of confidence in your mental abilities and do not like being forced into giving your opinion. You have a need to be up front. You must learn to give 'wise' service and not be a martyr. You are clever, inventive, imaginative and youthful. You enjoy socializing. You are relatively demonstrative in your affections. You enjoy being stroked verbally and physically. You try to be prudent. You have good business acumen.
Doyle:
You have a discriminating nature coupled with perseverance and family pride. You have a great deal of loyalty to those you love. You have much inner strength. Your independence and freedom are important to you. You have a diplomatic flair to your nature. Equality and fairness are important to you. You need to learn to be expressive. You are a person who cannot tolerate being misunderstood.
I printed out Cabaret at school, wondered when I'd know about Fuddy Meers as I feel less confident as each day goes by, Carl Anderson died. That's not cool.
And I've got to say something, and if y'all don't like it, screw you:
I feel terrible about Stephanie dieing. I truly and honestly do. If having such an apparently vivacious and passionate person stolen from the world at such a young age isn't bad enough, all my friends who knew her are shattered. Laura started weeping during "We'll meet tommorrow" and I can understand why. I spent the rest of the reherasal searching inside myself for why I wasn't crying. I felt like crying. I was sad enough to cry. But I couldn't, it's like there was an emotional dam. That sucked. But again, this was a tragedy. Last year, with Taylor, was not. You know why? Becuase Stephanie did notthing to deserve it. She was innocent (and I use that in the sense of not being punished by some god for what she did wrong) Taylor decied to get drunk. No one remembers that. No one wants to think that Taylor wouldn't have died if he wasn't a fucking drunkard. If he had the sense to know when to stop drinking, he'd be alive. If he understood the possible ripples his few hours of alchohol induced happiness would produce, would he have drank that night? Taylor didn't die camping, he died drinking. for that, I lose A LOT of respect for the lad. ANd you know what it makes me think about? He was as old as my brother. Does my brother drink? Is he gonna get wasted one day and die? I mean to me, it's like Taylor died playing on railroad tracks. he did something incredibly stupid and he paid for it. Maybe he paid more than he shouldd've, but he brought it upon himself. Stephanie didn't. That pisses me off.
My little rant's done. If you don't like what I said, coment why. Tell me about the "Curse of the Junior Class" and how I may be the one to die next year. How, the class of 2006 is doomed to lose one of it's own, and maybe next year it'll be little blue ribbons we're handing out for someone else. But it makes you think.. what's life worth? I wondered all through French what I would feel if one of my friends died.. It's odd how you realize that like Chelsea said, what idf there is no tommorrow. I'm gonna be an idiot and quote Jon Larson now but "No day but today"
So comment with this: What would you do if you had exactly twenty four hours to live. Who would you call? What would you do? Would you confront your crush of a lifetime or die with that knowledge? Too many choices
"Thank you and goodnight Magaldi
You've completed your task
What more could we ask of you now?
Please sign the book on your way out the door
That will be all, if we need you, we'll call
But I don't think that's likely somehow"
NAME ANALYSIS FOR: Brendan Francis Doyle
Brendan :
You have a tendency to resist change. Don't miss opportunities for growth. You have a love of creature comforts, but must learn to handle money. You enjoy a challenge. You can take thought-directed actions. You can be quite inventive and quite curious. You can handle details well. You have a methodical mind. You have a discriminating nature coupled with perseverance and family pride. You have much enthusiasm with a driving attitude toward achievement in life. You must learn to give 'wise' service and not be a martyr.
Francis:
You have an aptitude for dealing with the public. You would do well in entertainment and politics. You feel secure in group endeavors. You have a lack of confidence in your mental abilities and do not like being forced into giving your opinion. You have a need to be up front. You must learn to give 'wise' service and not be a martyr. You are clever, inventive, imaginative and youthful. You enjoy socializing. You are relatively demonstrative in your affections. You enjoy being stroked verbally and physically. You try to be prudent. You have good business acumen.
Doyle:
You have a discriminating nature coupled with perseverance and family pride. You have a great deal of loyalty to those you love. You have much inner strength. Your independence and freedom are important to you. You have a diplomatic flair to your nature. Equality and fairness are important to you. You need to learn to be expressive. You are a person who cannot tolerate being misunderstood.
I printed out Cabaret at school, wondered when I'd know about Fuddy Meers as I feel less confident as each day goes by, Carl Anderson died. That's not cool.
And I've got to say something, and if y'all don't like it, screw you:
I feel terrible about Stephanie dieing. I truly and honestly do. If having such an apparently vivacious and passionate person stolen from the world at such a young age isn't bad enough, all my friends who knew her are shattered. Laura started weeping during "We'll meet tommorrow" and I can understand why. I spent the rest of the reherasal searching inside myself for why I wasn't crying. I felt like crying. I was sad enough to cry. But I couldn't, it's like there was an emotional dam. That sucked. But again, this was a tragedy. Last year, with Taylor, was not. You know why? Becuase Stephanie did notthing to deserve it. She was innocent (and I use that in the sense of not being punished by some god for what she did wrong) Taylor decied to get drunk. No one remembers that. No one wants to think that Taylor wouldn't have died if he wasn't a fucking drunkard. If he had the sense to know when to stop drinking, he'd be alive. If he understood the possible ripples his few hours of alchohol induced happiness would produce, would he have drank that night? Taylor didn't die camping, he died drinking. for that, I lose A LOT of respect for the lad. ANd you know what it makes me think about? He was as old as my brother. Does my brother drink? Is he gonna get wasted one day and die? I mean to me, it's like Taylor died playing on railroad tracks. he did something incredibly stupid and he paid for it. Maybe he paid more than he shouldd've, but he brought it upon himself. Stephanie didn't. That pisses me off.
My little rant's done. If you don't like what I said, coment why. Tell me about the "Curse of the Junior Class" and how I may be the one to die next year. How, the class of 2006 is doomed to lose one of it's own, and maybe next year it'll be little blue ribbons we're handing out for someone else. But it makes you think.. what's life worth? I wondered all through French what I would feel if one of my friends died.. It's odd how you realize that like Chelsea said, what idf there is no tommorrow. I'm gonna be an idiot and quote Jon Larson now but "No day but today"
So comment with this: What would you do if you had exactly twenty four hours to live. Who would you call? What would you do? Would you confront your crush of a lifetime or die with that knowledge? Too many choices
"Thank you and goodnight Magaldi
You've completed your task
What more could we ask of you now?
Please sign the book on your way out the door
That will be all, if we need you, we'll call
But I don't think that's likely somehow"