ISFP
That is what I am. A total Introverted, Sensing, Feeling, and Perceiving person. I was just watching House M.D. where Thirteen almost died. I was screaming "Nooo!" at the TV and my mom was asking me what was wrong.
I have always sucked with transitions.
Thanksgiving break is going by so quickly. It's already Tuesday night, and I have done zero homework. I need to take sociology notes, made an ad for some FDR program, write a two-page story, practice my monologue, read chapters 22-27 of Grapes and write a one-page dialectical journal for each chapter, and start my Gatsby packet. Death to me. To think, after that hour-long lecture from my eye doctor (which was totally random) about being grateful and taking all opportunities and recognizing the similarities of immigrants blah blah blahhh, I was motivated to do something. Now, I still feel it, but it is not strong enough. I also need to read those fat packets for the Academic Decathlon. I could not even spell decathlon. I was sure I was going to be a psychiatrist for a week but then.. I thought about it, again, and I realized I could never be a doctor. Things disgust me too easily and I am not compassionate. I do not care what being an ISFP entails, I swear to you I am the least caring person you have ever met. Shush, Jung/Meyers/Briggs. I am not listening.
My current favorite music stuff comes from The Format, Black Kids, and Tokyo Rose. I also really like Katy Perry. Some of her stuff, anyway. I wish she would come out with an acoustic album because her musical talents are not used sufficiently in her pop-y album. Plus, she is so attractive. There is this girl in my second block class that I swear looks a lot like her. Course, not as pretty since she has this stoner look in her eyes, but still. I have a little crush on her, but my friend tells me she is not that great. I do not think she is the most intelligent person, but the way she says things makes you think she has researched whatever the heck she is talking about in-depth and has written four books on it. Then there was this time in class where we were sharing our American Dreams and what she said touched me so much. It made me reassess her. Slowly, things are widdling down, though. We see each other at least once outside of class daily, and I am almost positive she sees me too, but she never waves. I do not wave either, but I usually do not initiate things. She does not even acknowledge my presence, for the most part. On Friday, however, we had a little potluck thing and she was standing behind me in line. I think she was talking to me when she pointed out the "Hugs, not drugs" line on the board. I did the whole fake smile and laugh. It was not that amusing to me, but I tried. Once we got to the food, I was somehow trapped between the table and the bookshelf and she was directly behind me. We had this awkward moment where she realized she had to move so I could get out. I did a lot of apologizing and nervous laughing. I think that is the most we have spoken since we were in the same group for the project. Even then, it felt like she did not care what I had to say because I had some stuff on my face she kept staring at (The first time, my upperlip was dry, which later mortified me and pushed me to the brink of psychosis. I was really stressed out from my psychology paper. The second time, we all had mustaches drawn on our faces, and I guess my eyes are heinous because she adverted them as much as she could). She has also shown signs of, well, being a whore. I overheard her and her friends talking about some guy that one of them wanted to date and she suggested her friend not to suck his dick. Which, being the immature loser I am, make me go "Eww, earmuffs!" Yeah, another embarassment. I ought to think before I act. ..I guess that does not make her a whore, just extremely blunt. She is straight anyways, and she recently broke up with her boyfriend. One of my guy friends in that class likes her, apparently, so I have no chance. I do not even think I want a chance, but I am still saddened. Wow, I wrote a lot about her. These little infatuations happen often, and they pass quickly. Things never go anywhere, so I have no worries about this one.
I love personality tests and people telling me how I am.
I have always sucked with transitions.
Thanksgiving break is going by so quickly. It's already Tuesday night, and I have done zero homework. I need to take sociology notes, made an ad for some FDR program, write a two-page story, practice my monologue, read chapters 22-27 of Grapes and write a one-page dialectical journal for each chapter, and start my Gatsby packet. Death to me. To think, after that hour-long lecture from my eye doctor (which was totally random) about being grateful and taking all opportunities and recognizing the similarities of immigrants blah blah blahhh, I was motivated to do something. Now, I still feel it, but it is not strong enough. I also need to read those fat packets for the Academic Decathlon. I could not even spell decathlon. I was sure I was going to be a psychiatrist for a week but then.. I thought about it, again, and I realized I could never be a doctor. Things disgust me too easily and I am not compassionate. I do not care what being an ISFP entails, I swear to you I am the least caring person you have ever met. Shush, Jung/Meyers/Briggs. I am not listening.
My current favorite music stuff comes from The Format, Black Kids, and Tokyo Rose. I also really like Katy Perry. Some of her stuff, anyway. I wish she would come out with an acoustic album because her musical talents are not used sufficiently in her pop-y album. Plus, she is so attractive. There is this girl in my second block class that I swear looks a lot like her. Course, not as pretty since she has this stoner look in her eyes, but still. I have a little crush on her, but my friend tells me she is not that great. I do not think she is the most intelligent person, but the way she says things makes you think she has researched whatever the heck she is talking about in-depth and has written four books on it. Then there was this time in class where we were sharing our American Dreams and what she said touched me so much. It made me reassess her. Slowly, things are widdling down, though. We see each other at least once outside of class daily, and I am almost positive she sees me too, but she never waves. I do not wave either, but I usually do not initiate things. She does not even acknowledge my presence, for the most part. On Friday, however, we had a little potluck thing and she was standing behind me in line. I think she was talking to me when she pointed out the "Hugs, not drugs" line on the board. I did the whole fake smile and laugh. It was not that amusing to me, but I tried. Once we got to the food, I was somehow trapped between the table and the bookshelf and she was directly behind me. We had this awkward moment where she realized she had to move so I could get out. I did a lot of apologizing and nervous laughing. I think that is the most we have spoken since we were in the same group for the project. Even then, it felt like she did not care what I had to say because I had some stuff on my face she kept staring at (The first time, my upperlip was dry, which later mortified me and pushed me to the brink of psychosis. I was really stressed out from my psychology paper. The second time, we all had mustaches drawn on our faces, and I guess my eyes are heinous because she adverted them as much as she could). She has also shown signs of, well, being a whore. I overheard her and her friends talking about some guy that one of them wanted to date and she suggested her friend not to suck his dick. Which, being the immature loser I am, make me go "Eww, earmuffs!" Yeah, another embarassment. I ought to think before I act. ..I guess that does not make her a whore, just extremely blunt. She is straight anyways, and she recently broke up with her boyfriend. One of my guy friends in that class likes her, apparently, so I have no chance. I do not even think I want a chance, but I am still saddened. Wow, I wrote a lot about her. These little infatuations happen often, and they pass quickly. Things never go anywhere, so I have no worries about this one.
I love personality tests and people telling me how I am.