You scored as Theater. You should be a Theater major! Like a bohemian actress, you are seasoned and confident and not afraid to express yourself!

English
100%
Theater
100%
Journalism
100%
Psychology
92%
Dance
83%
Sociology
83%
Anthropology
83%
Linguistics
83%
Philosophy
75%
Art
67%
Engineering
42%
Mathematics
42%
Biology
17%
Chemistry
8%
What is your Perfect Major? (PLEASE ( Read more... )

“You can see the glory of God on your palm.”

I looked up from the magazine I was reading and turned my head toward the hairdresser’s voice, who was eagerly staring into the face of her current hair subject.

“What do you mean?” the girl asked, interested.

I strained my ears, moving my foil-wrapped hair to the other side of my head to that I could ( Read more... )

Rachel McAdams is so pretty.  So is Cillian Murphy.  But I wouldn’t want to have a threesome with them.

*not sure why.

*ponders.

Red Eye is such a great movie.

*watches it again.

*still ponders threesome.

I watched Reading Rainbow the other day and Lavar Burton went to this magical hat shop.  Whatever kind of hat he tried on transported him ( Read more... )

I’m facing some adult challenges.  I do not like them.

Who will I sleep with and why?

How do I treat her after her appointment?

Where will I go in May?

Then there are the young adult challenges.  I do like them.

Will red highlights look okay with my complexion?

Where will we go on Monday?

How can I memorize all of that?

Then ( Read more... )

Thanks to Jeff and Chase, last night I was able to watch the season premiere of The L Word.  However, after watching it, I wanted to throw my lifetime gay membership card in the trash.  I hated the show and its stereotyped portrayal of lesbians (the crazy/obsessed lesbo, the earthy/spiritual lesbo, the happy/boring lesbo couple).   Although I ( Read more... )

 
“Yeah, mom, now you wanna open the door, you didn’t care to help us before!  Just go sit down!!!”

My father, responding to his mother after she attempted to hold the door for him.

“You want to kill us, Mom!  You must just want to kill us!”

My father, responding to his mother as she walked ( Read more... )

Tomorrow they will all come.

*shudders.

Last night I had a dream that Cassidy competed against a Harry Potter character in a pole-vaulting contest.

*blank stare.

If it’s any consolation, Cassidy, you beat the other guy’s ass.

*blank stare part II.

Anywhoo, the holiday season has almost reached its climax, and I’ve still yet to orgasm.  I just can’t seem to get into the spirit.  ( Read more... )

Last night I went ice skating for the first time in my entire life.  Tammy and Dominique had both been before, leaving Shantavia and I as the only sad, under-exposed members of the group.

Despite my inability to successfully skate on ice, I abhorred holding onto the wall and immediately attempted to skate as fast as possible.  Shantavia, ever ( Read more... )

I’m in the middle of writing a final, but my brain just can’t take all this mandated thinking anymore.  I’d much rather allow it to function freely on things which I wish to concentrate on, such as the CampusMovieFest or Harry Potter.

Now that I’ve just mentioned Harry Potter, I’m writing the rest of this entry in a British accent.

I want ( Read more... )