How to make a mindgale
Ingredients:

1 part competetiveness

5 parts ambition

3 parts beauty
Method:
Blend at a low speed for 30 seconds. Add a little sadness if desired!

Personality cocktail
From Go-Quiz.com

I didn't really like it, but it seemed right.

you got me interested...

But see, amid the mimic rout, a crawling shape intrude! The horrible monster felt mortal pain as a huge wound tore apart his shoulder: his sinews sprang open and muscle ripped from bone.

Haha, nice.

"Ultimately, [I] signify nothing."

Well, last night Dennis and I were sitting in our living room when we heard a chopper flying low, so we assumed it was a cop-choptor looking for someone. And as stupid as we are we jump up and try to open the blinds and two locks so we can get onto our balcony to have a looksee... and as we did this our windows started to shake... the helicoptor ( Read more... )

Would someone please bring me some coffee?

I am the art teacher at my preschool for six weeks ( Read more... )

I was walking down some strahgers driveway and there was this wolf/demon-esque dog hanging from fish wire and was still alive. The person I was with wouldn't let me get it down, and for some reason we would end up walking by it over and over. ( There was this large three point hook in the roof that was holding him up by the way ( Read more... )

I thought at first of posting this only to Ben, but seeing how this is not for me I am reaching out to whomever I can... I have a very dear person in my life who is very beautiful and brilliant, and this person lives in a place that most can only get to through the paths of dreams and sends me an email requesting web addresses to spend time with ( Read more... )

It is quite admirable how dreams can haunt you so in the morning that follows... even days. What an embrace I recieved! Was it my " parent " self? Was it my guardian angel? My mother? One of the books I am reading? Either way... admirable. My first week at my new job has been hallarious. I am working with pre-k from 11am-2pm, and then I am ( Read more... )

I had my hands in homemade clay for the better part of the day( I wanted cly and did not want to leave my apt)... and I realized what I had been missing from my art... the clay, the painting, the drawiing, the dancing, the writng galore, the the crafts galore... it somehow became a rushed "thing" and a hurried intent as apposed to what really ( Read more... )