this is me babbling.
i couldn't resist. sorry guys. just click on the cut and tell me how incredibly cute i am! aww! we all love furry, little kittenheads, don't we? it's dogs that suck. social, slobbering, stinky creatures ... bah.
You scored as Pissed at the World Cat. And here we have the next serial killer. Try having some cotton candy, it'll make you feel all warm and fuzzy inside, Psycho.
Pissed at the World Cat
100%
Couch Potato Cat
58%
Love Machine Cat
25%
Nerd Cat
25%
Ninja Cat
17%
Drunk Cat
8%
Derranged Cat
0%
Which Absurd Cat are you?
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come to think of it, i'm probably going to babble on quite a lot about nothing for awhile, so i had better just put the rest of this nothingness under a cut, as well. how sweet, i'm looking out for your friends pages.
aaron called today ... finally. it turns out that personnel has been slacking in their moving processes, so aaron hasn't been able to get his required paperwork for the housing office. i can't help but find it all ridiculous. they've been in bremerton for how long now, but they're taking forever to get settled in. please. you people are in the navy and should be used to uprooting by now. then again, the second to last time i moved, the packing was done almost overnite and it took my friend crystal and her truck to help me move all but 2 things. my mom's furniture is all solid oak and weighs a ton, and crystal is about my size. it took us two days to get it all to the new place. not bad considering that we had to load/unload/reload her pickup and my mustang about a million times and i spent day two in an ankle brace. as if that wasn't bad enough, the middle console to the entertainment center was dropped on my foot at the end of day two.
i got totally off topic there. all i meant to say was that the stennis crew is looking like a bunch of slackers right now. wait, when is that not the case?(no, i am not going to bring up the "spinning in the office chair" incident again. oh wait, i just did.) with all of my babbling aside, the point is that "operation: get heather to washington" is moving along a little too slowly. what can i say? i'm impatient. i like it when people are capable of operating at the same break neck speed that i operate with. that's why i procrastinate so much. why spend 2 months working on a 25 page term paper when it's fully possible to do all the research, writing, and proofreading in about 10 hours?(by the way, those so-called last minute papers usually result in an "a.")
speaking of term papers, i found all of mine the other day. yes, i saved them all. go ahead and call me a dorque. i know you're thinking it. i must say that i enjoyed reading them all over again. *pauses to hear "dorque" yet again* really though, i'm proud of myself for composing such interesting, informative papers. we'll see if any of you notice a trend in my term papers.
* there was one from my idealist stage about hate speech/hate crime prevention. did you know there is a ku klux klan organisation for children? that's beyond crazy. another random piece of information for you: asian americans are most likely, on a per capita basis, to be victims of racially motivated crimes.
* i wrote a paper on the history and evolution of swing music. i titled it "pinstripes, jitterbugs, and wingtips." well, i thought it was catchy and it got to talk about benny goodman and glenn miller.
* i also stumbled across a paper chronicaling the zoot suit riots of 1943. it's amazing how many people thought it was just a song and not an actual event.(it's also amazing how many people don't know that the cherry poppin' daddies were nothing but a bad punk band who made a "swing" c.d.) i should also mention that there is another song about the riots that i can almost guarantee you've heard. has anyone ever seen the movie the mask with jim carrey? in the scene where he is dancing with cameron diaz, the band(better known as royal crown revue) is playing a song called hey pachuco. i figure this is the point where i try and remember their intro to this song off of the album caught in the act: live. "this next song is about the zoot suit riots of 1943. they have a little history in life ... especially if you live in l.a. now. you realise that some governments never change. some governments need to be kicked in the ace." it is something to that effect.
* somewhere in that pile was a paper about the real reason world war two was a victory for the allied forces. that reason being the involvement of women in every aspect surrounding the war. after writing this paper, i learned that some people believed a league of their own was a completely fictional movie. *le sigh* my 7th/8th grade social studies teacher was in that movie, as was her husband. even springfield, illinois had their own aagpbl team for about a year or so.
* i composed a compare and contrast essay on punks and rude boys. did you know the term "rude boy" was originally the name for jamaican gangsters circa the, if my memory serves me correctly, 1940s? craziness.
okay, enough of that. did anyone learn anything? i hope so, otherwise i will have babbled in vain.
i mentioned earlier that aaron called today, and i'm moving back to that topic. he insulted me greatly during our conversation. i had mentioned that there's the possibility of me having some semblance of a social life when i get to washington after getting to know a few local lj'ers. i then said that i almost felt bad for them. i rambled something along the lines of "why would anyone want to hang out with me? i can just see it now ... i'll agree to meet someone for a cup of coffee and some stranger will look at me cross eyed and i'll totally go off on the guy. from that point forward, they will think i'm utterly batshit and never talk to me again. i am such a heinous bitch ... why would anyone in their right mind want to get to know me better?" here is where aaron insults me. he tells me that i come across as quite "charming" on my journal. i take this as meaning i'm pulling the wool over your eyes by not showing my true, cynical, evil side on my lj. do i really come across as somewhat "charming" on here? i always thought i was coming across as long winded, cranky, impatient, and generally disagreeable ... because i am all of those things. now i am even more paranoid about making friends with any of you kids from washington because my husband thinks i sound nice in journal mode, whereas i'm a heinous bitch in the real world. wait, am i really that much of a heinous bitch? wtf ... now i'm really confused about a lot of things.
really though, i am an okay person. i'm cute. i'm housebroken. i enjoy intelligent conversation. i don't want to kill everyone. i promise. *grins a little too wide* honestly though, what does this journal say about me to you?
wow ... okay ... now i really feel like a loser. lj is eating my self-esteem. i'm going to go cry and write a song about it.(there i go again. i can't say anything without mocking someone.) guh! i officially quit this entry.
You scored as Pissed at the World Cat. And here we have the next serial killer. Try having some cotton candy, it'll make you feel all warm and fuzzy inside, Psycho.
Pissed at the World Cat
100%
Couch Potato Cat
58%
Love Machine Cat
25%
Nerd Cat
25%
Ninja Cat
17%
Drunk Cat
8%
Derranged Cat
0%
Which Absurd Cat are you?
created with QuizFarm.com
come to think of it, i'm probably going to babble on quite a lot about nothing for awhile, so i had better just put the rest of this nothingness under a cut, as well. how sweet, i'm looking out for your friends pages.
aaron called today ... finally. it turns out that personnel has been slacking in their moving processes, so aaron hasn't been able to get his required paperwork for the housing office. i can't help but find it all ridiculous. they've been in bremerton for how long now, but they're taking forever to get settled in. please. you people are in the navy and should be used to uprooting by now. then again, the second to last time i moved, the packing was done almost overnite and it took my friend crystal and her truck to help me move all but 2 things. my mom's furniture is all solid oak and weighs a ton, and crystal is about my size. it took us two days to get it all to the new place. not bad considering that we had to load/unload/reload her pickup and my mustang about a million times and i spent day two in an ankle brace. as if that wasn't bad enough, the middle console to the entertainment center was dropped on my foot at the end of day two.
i got totally off topic there. all i meant to say was that the stennis crew is looking like a bunch of slackers right now. wait, when is that not the case?(no, i am not going to bring up the "spinning in the office chair" incident again. oh wait, i just did.) with all of my babbling aside, the point is that "operation: get heather to washington" is moving along a little too slowly. what can i say? i'm impatient. i like it when people are capable of operating at the same break neck speed that i operate with. that's why i procrastinate so much. why spend 2 months working on a 25 page term paper when it's fully possible to do all the research, writing, and proofreading in about 10 hours?(by the way, those so-called last minute papers usually result in an "a.")
speaking of term papers, i found all of mine the other day. yes, i saved them all. go ahead and call me a dorque. i know you're thinking it. i must say that i enjoyed reading them all over again. *pauses to hear "dorque" yet again* really though, i'm proud of myself for composing such interesting, informative papers. we'll see if any of you notice a trend in my term papers.
* there was one from my idealist stage about hate speech/hate crime prevention. did you know there is a ku klux klan organisation for children? that's beyond crazy. another random piece of information for you: asian americans are most likely, on a per capita basis, to be victims of racially motivated crimes.
* i wrote a paper on the history and evolution of swing music. i titled it "pinstripes, jitterbugs, and wingtips." well, i thought it was catchy and it got to talk about benny goodman and glenn miller.
* i also stumbled across a paper chronicaling the zoot suit riots of 1943. it's amazing how many people thought it was just a song and not an actual event.(it's also amazing how many people don't know that the cherry poppin' daddies were nothing but a bad punk band who made a "swing" c.d.) i should also mention that there is another song about the riots that i can almost guarantee you've heard. has anyone ever seen the movie the mask with jim carrey? in the scene where he is dancing with cameron diaz, the band(better known as royal crown revue) is playing a song called hey pachuco. i figure this is the point where i try and remember their intro to this song off of the album caught in the act: live. "this next song is about the zoot suit riots of 1943. they have a little history in life ... especially if you live in l.a. now. you realise that some governments never change. some governments need to be kicked in the ace." it is something to that effect.
* somewhere in that pile was a paper about the real reason world war two was a victory for the allied forces. that reason being the involvement of women in every aspect surrounding the war. after writing this paper, i learned that some people believed a league of their own was a completely fictional movie. *le sigh* my 7th/8th grade social studies teacher was in that movie, as was her husband. even springfield, illinois had their own aagpbl team for about a year or so.
* i composed a compare and contrast essay on punks and rude boys. did you know the term "rude boy" was originally the name for jamaican gangsters circa the, if my memory serves me correctly, 1940s? craziness.
okay, enough of that. did anyone learn anything? i hope so, otherwise i will have babbled in vain.
i mentioned earlier that aaron called today, and i'm moving back to that topic. he insulted me greatly during our conversation. i had mentioned that there's the possibility of me having some semblance of a social life when i get to washington after getting to know a few local lj'ers. i then said that i almost felt bad for them. i rambled something along the lines of "why would anyone want to hang out with me? i can just see it now ... i'll agree to meet someone for a cup of coffee and some stranger will look at me cross eyed and i'll totally go off on the guy. from that point forward, they will think i'm utterly batshit and never talk to me again. i am such a heinous bitch ... why would anyone in their right mind want to get to know me better?" here is where aaron insults me. he tells me that i come across as quite "charming" on my journal. i take this as meaning i'm pulling the wool over your eyes by not showing my true, cynical, evil side on my lj. do i really come across as somewhat "charming" on here? i always thought i was coming across as long winded, cranky, impatient, and generally disagreeable ... because i am all of those things. now i am even more paranoid about making friends with any of you kids from washington because my husband thinks i sound nice in journal mode, whereas i'm a heinous bitch in the real world. wait, am i really that much of a heinous bitch? wtf ... now i'm really confused about a lot of things.
really though, i am an okay person. i'm cute. i'm housebroken. i enjoy intelligent conversation. i don't want to kill everyone. i promise. *grins a little too wide* honestly though, what does this journal say about me to you?
wow ... okay ... now i really feel like a loser. lj is eating my self-esteem. i'm going to go cry and write a song about it.(there i go again. i can't say anything without mocking someone.) guh! i officially quit this entry.