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You will be famous for writing a national bestseller
You are very observant and tend to be the wallflower at parties. You are intuitive and know just how to communicate everything that you are feeling to those around you.
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I would like to start off my first post in quite a while by giving mad props to the Trooper Band. Friday night was great. I didn't know that seeing them do so well would make me feel good even though I'm not there anymore. *Fuzzies*
On a related not, I hate football. Really. My mom forces me to go to all the EHS games to see my sister in the band; that's fine and all, but there's still like 2.5 hours of game time during which I must people watch or try to concentrate on my reading over the screaming mothers and fathers. Urgh. And it completely ruins my Fridays; by the time the game's over, all I can do is go eat at Jack in the Box or Whataburger and watch T.V.-- or, of course, play Halo. Well, perhaps I should take that last sentance back. That's pretty much what I do when I don't have to go to a football game. Oh well, I'm still forced to sit in that Hades for three hours.
I'm reading The Historian right now, but fate doesn't seem to want me to finish it. It's hardback and huge, so I can't take it in my purse with me everywhere; I hardly have time to read it at all what with all my school reading; I never have time on weekends to read it because I'm doing all the stuff I can't do on weekdays then. My conclusion: I prefer paperback.
I have a funny story to tell. We learned this new set thingy in band on Friday, and me and Ceci ended up surrounded by french horns, who seem like quite a fun bunch. They were talking about some visuals and I turned around to look and see what they were doing and I saw their section leader. He said, "I don't care, I've got a horn on my head." Sure enough, he did. It was bizzare. I turned around. Then I looked back again, and the horn wasn't there anymore. But then his section was talking about more visuals and so I turned around really quick just in time to see him say "I don't care, I've got a horn on my head." And he did. It was so weird. Now that I'm typing this, I realize that I'm a horrible teller of funny stories, and that one propably had to be there to understand how bizzare it all looked. Or worse yet-- it's just not funny, and I'm mad. Oh schwell.
Must go budget. Ta!
You are very observant and tend to be the wallflower at parties. You are intuitive and know just how to communicate everything that you are feeling to those around you.
Take this quiz at QuizGalaxy.com
SUCCESS!!!
I would like to start off my first post in quite a while by giving mad props to the Trooper Band. Friday night was great. I didn't know that seeing them do so well would make me feel good even though I'm not there anymore. *Fuzzies*
On a related not, I hate football. Really. My mom forces me to go to all the EHS games to see my sister in the band; that's fine and all, but there's still like 2.5 hours of game time during which I must people watch or try to concentrate on my reading over the screaming mothers and fathers. Urgh. And it completely ruins my Fridays; by the time the game's over, all I can do is go eat at Jack in the Box or Whataburger and watch T.V.-- or, of course, play Halo. Well, perhaps I should take that last sentance back. That's pretty much what I do when I don't have to go to a football game. Oh well, I'm still forced to sit in that Hades for three hours.
I'm reading The Historian right now, but fate doesn't seem to want me to finish it. It's hardback and huge, so I can't take it in my purse with me everywhere; I hardly have time to read it at all what with all my school reading; I never have time on weekends to read it because I'm doing all the stuff I can't do on weekdays then. My conclusion: I prefer paperback.
I have a funny story to tell. We learned this new set thingy in band on Friday, and me and Ceci ended up surrounded by french horns, who seem like quite a fun bunch. They were talking about some visuals and I turned around to look and see what they were doing and I saw their section leader. He said, "I don't care, I've got a horn on my head." Sure enough, he did. It was bizzare. I turned around. Then I looked back again, and the horn wasn't there anymore. But then his section was talking about more visuals and so I turned around really quick just in time to see him say "I don't care, I've got a horn on my head." And he did. It was so weird. Now that I'm typing this, I realize that I'm a horrible teller of funny stories, and that one propably had to be there to understand how bizzare it all looked. Or worse yet-- it's just not funny, and I'm mad. Oh schwell.
Must go budget. Ta!