[i'm a free bitch, baby]
Update on my weekend, Inception (skjdhjdhgasjhas), Kat's bday party, etc. will be forthcoming... tomorrow. After sleep. This meme is all I have enough brain for right now.
Lets101 - Free Dating Site
See, I'm a weird Scorpio. Scorpios are supposed to be kind of manipulative. All the traits normally associated with a Scorpio - being ~magnetic~ and attractive and intelligent and bold and temperamental - are made for making people give you what you want. Scorpios are first and foremost about Scorpios, about standing out and being the one that everyone sees first and remembers longest. Scorpio is the love of the exotic, the sign that's exciting, the sign of someone who catches your eye and knows how to hold your gaze.
In one sense, I am that way. I like standing out. I know how to make people like me on a first impression and how to get what I want when it really counts. I'm a good leader and good at making people listen to me. But I miss out on the manipulation. I'm terrible at it. I am not ~wild and passionate~. When it comes to love, I'm cautious. I'm not temperamental. I hold my feelings down generally, and try not to use their display to get what I want. I find it distasteful, and generally prefer being stoic to being wildly emotional.
And "lies but doesn't pretend"? What does that mean? I do pretend. Pretending is, in fact, the hobby that eats up most of my time right now. Since I was a little kid I've spent my free time happily pretending.
Maybe it means that a Scorpio will not pretend to love you, but they will lie to make you love them. They won't pretend interest in you when they have none, but they will lie about themselves to seem more interesting to one in whom they have interest. But then, isn't that pretending, too? What is the difference here between "lies" and "pretending"? I love to pretend; but I hate to lie.
And how can a Scorpio be both fearless and a liar? Most of the time, lies imply cowardice. Saying a Scorpio just isn't afraid to lie is a loaded statement; are they lying because they're not afraid of the cultural stigma against lies, or because there's a truth they're too frightened to admit? A truly fearless person wouldn't be afraid to tell the truth. Either Scorpio is amoral or a coward. Neither of which I think I am.
Basically, this list of traits describes a person who is outwardly bold and confident. Someone who stands at the center of a crowd with all eyes on them, telling hilarious jokes and dancing all night and making everyone with them wish they could bask in their attention; someone whose arguments sway other people, someone who laughs off injury. But at the center, they are someone not terribly secure. They're dependent on the love of other people to validate their behavior. They're really laughing to cover something up. They talk and joke and laugh but guard themselves carefully, because while they're very good with other people they're not particularly good with themselves. They worry that the limelight will leave them and no one will love them anymore.
....of course, this is a stupid meme from a free dating website. I don't even believe in astrology. And even if I did, this list of traits is shortened, badly phrased, and does not take into account a single one of the hundreds of other things that make up a personality, according to the stars. It is, in essence, something I am reading far too much into, and shouldn't have wasted a precious half hour of sleeping time analyzing.
And it's not to say that Scorpios suck. I just have trouble understanding sometimes how I can be one. I carry enough of the traits to make it work, kind of; but not enough that the sign is any kind of good description of me. You say "Scorpio" and people hear "You will fascinate me;" but I'm just not that fascinating. Or that interested in being fascinating. I am neither an addictive personality, nor that interested in being addicting. So I fail the number one descriptor already.
IN CONCLUSION: This is a silly meme and a silly list and I am a shit Scorpio, and I would not want to be friends with the person this list describes. And now I'm going to sleep.
Tagged by tasogareika.
• go to Google and type, "You know you're from (your city or state) when ..."
• cut and paste the list.
• bold the items that apply to you.
You know you're from Atlanta when...
You give directions starting with, "Go down Peachtree" and include the phrase, "When you see the Waffle House."
You have many memories at Waffle House and love WaHo regardless of it's sanitation.
You know all the words to "Welcome to Atlanta" and have actually been to some of the places in the song. (I fucking love this song and Ke$ha's lyrics theft will always irritate me.)
You've climbed Stone Mountain and seen the laser show way too many times.
You like Coca-Cola.
You love the Braves.
You've shopped at Lenox & Phipps. (or, y'know, kind of walked around them and gazed at all the shit I am WAY too poor to buy. been there plenty of times, though)
You've visited the Pink Pig outside Lenox at Christmas
You know an athlete or someone famous, or you at least have a close friend who does.
You read the AJC.
Most of your friends go to Tech or UGA.
All carbonated beverages are referred to as "Coke" regardless of brand, flavor, or anything else.
You went to at least one Olympic event and remember the hecticness it brought to our home.
You only drink Coke or Diet Coke - drinking Pepsi is blasphemy.
You know to wear sneakers to the airport.
The 8:00 AM rush hour is from 6:30 to 10:30 AM. The 5:00 PM rush hour is from 3:00 to 7:30 PM. Friday's rush hour starts Thursday afternoon, and lasts through 2:00 AM Saturday. (FUCK THIS IS SO TRUE)
You use "Sir" and "Ma'am" if there's a remote possibility that person you're talking to is least 30 minutes older than you are. (people have started doing this to me now. it's kind of cool.)
You can use Ponce De Leon Avenue correctly. (and pronounce it correctly, too. it's PAWNSS DUH LEE-AWN.)
The falling of one rain drop causes all drivers to immediately forget all traffic rules. (they didn't know them anyway, though.)
If a single snowflake falls, the city is paralyzed for three days, and it's on all the channels as a news flash every 15 minutes for a month. All the grocery stores will be sold out of milk, bread, bottled water, toilet paper, and beer.
If there is a remote chance of snow, and if it does snow, people will be on the corner selling "I survived the blizzard" tee-shirts, not to mention the fact that all schools will close at the slightest possible chance of snow.
If you are standing on a corner and a MARTA Bus stops, you're expected to get on and go somewhere.
Construction on Peachtree Street is a way of life and a permanent form of entertainment, especially when a water line is tapped and Atlanta's version of Old Faithful erupts. (my first thought: "Which Peachtree Street?")
Construction crews are not doing their jobs properly unless they close down all major streets during rush hour.
You never go 55 on "The Watermelon 500" or the Georgia 400. (THERE ARE PEOPLE WHO DO?!)
You know you're not allergic to pollen, because if you were - you'd be dead already.
You've never gone around the block and ended up on the street you started on.
You know where 'Butthead' and 'F*ckhead' are, and it's the same part of town.
You haven't been downtown at night in years. (HAHAHAHA THIS IS NOT TRUE. I DIDN'T GET OUT OF THE CAR THOUGH)
You've woken up at 4:30 am on workdays to beat the traffic to work, intending to leave work before 3 pm to compensate. (for a flight, not work, but same deal.)
You know at least five different ways to get to work, none of them ideal.
You know where PIB, JCB, FIB, MLK, PDK and "Grady curve" are, and you try to never go there during any of the nine hours of rush "hour". (half my friends live off PIB, though. FML.)
You've thought about getting a blow-up companion for the front passenger seat.
You hope you are the one to spot the vehicle that is the subject of the latest "Amber Alert" which has been flashing for ten minutes on the DOT message board exactly 13.5 feet above the hood of your SUV.
You've been in traffic on 85, 75, 20 or 400 (choose one) - wondering if your fuel, your cell-phone battery and your bladder will make it to the next exit, just 1/2 mile ahead.
You've been to the Varsity 1 too many times.
You've heard this conversation a lot
"You wanna coke?"
"sure"
What kind"
"Dr. Pepper"
Oh my god, ATL, I'm going to miss you so badly.
Lets101 - Free Dating Site
See, I'm a weird Scorpio. Scorpios are supposed to be kind of manipulative. All the traits normally associated with a Scorpio - being ~magnetic~ and attractive and intelligent and bold and temperamental - are made for making people give you what you want. Scorpios are first and foremost about Scorpios, about standing out and being the one that everyone sees first and remembers longest. Scorpio is the love of the exotic, the sign that's exciting, the sign of someone who catches your eye and knows how to hold your gaze.
In one sense, I am that way. I like standing out. I know how to make people like me on a first impression and how to get what I want when it really counts. I'm a good leader and good at making people listen to me. But I miss out on the manipulation. I'm terrible at it. I am not ~wild and passionate~. When it comes to love, I'm cautious. I'm not temperamental. I hold my feelings down generally, and try not to use their display to get what I want. I find it distasteful, and generally prefer being stoic to being wildly emotional.
And "lies but doesn't pretend"? What does that mean? I do pretend. Pretending is, in fact, the hobby that eats up most of my time right now. Since I was a little kid I've spent my free time happily pretending.
Maybe it means that a Scorpio will not pretend to love you, but they will lie to make you love them. They won't pretend interest in you when they have none, but they will lie about themselves to seem more interesting to one in whom they have interest. But then, isn't that pretending, too? What is the difference here between "lies" and "pretending"? I love to pretend; but I hate to lie.
And how can a Scorpio be both fearless and a liar? Most of the time, lies imply cowardice. Saying a Scorpio just isn't afraid to lie is a loaded statement; are they lying because they're not afraid of the cultural stigma against lies, or because there's a truth they're too frightened to admit? A truly fearless person wouldn't be afraid to tell the truth. Either Scorpio is amoral or a coward. Neither of which I think I am.
Basically, this list of traits describes a person who is outwardly bold and confident. Someone who stands at the center of a crowd with all eyes on them, telling hilarious jokes and dancing all night and making everyone with them wish they could bask in their attention; someone whose arguments sway other people, someone who laughs off injury. But at the center, they are someone not terribly secure. They're dependent on the love of other people to validate their behavior. They're really laughing to cover something up. They talk and joke and laugh but guard themselves carefully, because while they're very good with other people they're not particularly good with themselves. They worry that the limelight will leave them and no one will love them anymore.
....of course, this is a stupid meme from a free dating website. I don't even believe in astrology. And even if I did, this list of traits is shortened, badly phrased, and does not take into account a single one of the hundreds of other things that make up a personality, according to the stars. It is, in essence, something I am reading far too much into, and shouldn't have wasted a precious half hour of sleeping time analyzing.
And it's not to say that Scorpios suck. I just have trouble understanding sometimes how I can be one. I carry enough of the traits to make it work, kind of; but not enough that the sign is any kind of good description of me. You say "Scorpio" and people hear "You will fascinate me;" but I'm just not that fascinating. Or that interested in being fascinating. I am neither an addictive personality, nor that interested in being addicting. So I fail the number one descriptor already.
IN CONCLUSION: This is a silly meme and a silly list and I am a shit Scorpio, and I would not want to be friends with the person this list describes. And now I'm going to sleep.
Tagged by tasogareika.
• go to Google and type, "You know you're from (your city or state) when ..."
• cut and paste the list.
• bold the items that apply to you.
You know you're from Atlanta when...
You give directions starting with, "Go down Peachtree" and include the phrase, "When you see the Waffle House."
You have many memories at Waffle House and love WaHo regardless of it's sanitation.
You know all the words to "Welcome to Atlanta" and have actually been to some of the places in the song. (I fucking love this song and Ke$ha's lyrics theft will always irritate me.)
You've climbed Stone Mountain and seen the laser show way too many times.
You like Coca-Cola.
You love the Braves.
You've shopped at Lenox & Phipps. (or, y'know, kind of walked around them and gazed at all the shit I am WAY too poor to buy. been there plenty of times, though)
You've visited the Pink Pig outside Lenox at Christmas
You know an athlete or someone famous, or you at least have a close friend who does.
You read the AJC.
Most of your friends go to Tech or UGA.
All carbonated beverages are referred to as "Coke" regardless of brand, flavor, or anything else.
You went to at least one Olympic event and remember the hecticness it brought to our home.
You only drink Coke or Diet Coke - drinking Pepsi is blasphemy.
You know to wear sneakers to the airport.
The 8:00 AM rush hour is from 6:30 to 10:30 AM. The 5:00 PM rush hour is from 3:00 to 7:30 PM. Friday's rush hour starts Thursday afternoon, and lasts through 2:00 AM Saturday. (FUCK THIS IS SO TRUE)
You use "Sir" and "Ma'am" if there's a remote possibility that person you're talking to is least 30 minutes older than you are. (people have started doing this to me now. it's kind of cool.)
You can use Ponce De Leon Avenue correctly. (and pronounce it correctly, too. it's PAWNSS DUH LEE-AWN.)
The falling of one rain drop causes all drivers to immediately forget all traffic rules. (they didn't know them anyway, though.)
If a single snowflake falls, the city is paralyzed for three days, and it's on all the channels as a news flash every 15 minutes for a month. All the grocery stores will be sold out of milk, bread, bottled water, toilet paper, and beer.
If there is a remote chance of snow, and if it does snow, people will be on the corner selling "I survived the blizzard" tee-shirts, not to mention the fact that all schools will close at the slightest possible chance of snow.
If you are standing on a corner and a MARTA Bus stops, you're expected to get on and go somewhere.
Construction on Peachtree Street is a way of life and a permanent form of entertainment, especially when a water line is tapped and Atlanta's version of Old Faithful erupts. (my first thought: "Which Peachtree Street?")
Construction crews are not doing their jobs properly unless they close down all major streets during rush hour.
You never go 55 on "The Watermelon 500" or the Georgia 400. (THERE ARE PEOPLE WHO DO?!)
You know you're not allergic to pollen, because if you were - you'd be dead already.
You've never gone around the block and ended up on the street you started on.
You know where 'Butthead' and 'F*ckhead' are, and it's the same part of town.
You haven't been downtown at night in years. (HAHAHAHA THIS IS NOT TRUE. I DIDN'T GET OUT OF THE CAR THOUGH)
You've woken up at 4:30 am on workdays to beat the traffic to work, intending to leave work before 3 pm to compensate. (for a flight, not work, but same deal.)
You know at least five different ways to get to work, none of them ideal.
You know where PIB, JCB, FIB, MLK, PDK and "Grady curve" are, and you try to never go there during any of the nine hours of rush "hour". (half my friends live off PIB, though. FML.)
You've thought about getting a blow-up companion for the front passenger seat.
You hope you are the one to spot the vehicle that is the subject of the latest "Amber Alert" which has been flashing for ten minutes on the DOT message board exactly 13.5 feet above the hood of your SUV.
You've been in traffic on 85, 75, 20 or 400 (choose one) - wondering if your fuel, your cell-phone battery and your bladder will make it to the next exit, just 1/2 mile ahead.
You've been to the Varsity 1 too many times.
You've heard this conversation a lot
"You wanna coke?"
"sure"
What kind"
"Dr. Pepper"
Oh my god, ATL, I'm going to miss you so badly.