Coffee. Cigarette. Coffee. Sunshine. Email. Found love letters. Coffee. Sunshine. Purring kittens. Open window. Fresh berries.
Even this week's heavy schedule can't bring me down. Even a sketchy 17 year old sleeping on my couch can't sour my mood. It's spring and the semester is nearly done. Soon, summer with its plentiful sunshine.
"Oh, Happy Day!"
- John Waters
septima: well i'm organized so i'll be fine.
friend 1: hahahah organized? yeah right.
friend 2: youre so modest.
septima: hardly - my ego is bigger than my white girl booty.
septima: i'm so terrified to get up and do this.
friend 3: but you are always so confident!
I'm settling this once and for all. On this handy dandy site I get to pick the traits that I think I have and then other people pick traits that they think I have. And then I get to muse over the results. Muse? Sorry, I meant check compulsively 80 times a day.
My parents didn't help out one bit with my quest to merge conflicting traits. They have opposite views of who their daughter is. Simply fascinating, Freud.
Mom thinks: caring, confident, witty, warm, self-assertive, loving.
Dad thinks: bold, extroverted, spontaneous, idealistic, confident, searching.
Either my parents have seen two different people in their daughter for 21.5 years or their own personalities are so different that when they compare me to themselves they see wildly varying traits.
As it turns out, boys call me "silly" and girls use warmer adejctives like "loving" or "accepting". I apparently am a little silly and perhaps scary to the opposite sex. How cute.
This is a hell of a lot better than pissing away my time on websudoku.com. Without Vila, I never would have known about this amazing procrastination tool that is both self-indulgent and quasi-scientific. Now, back to "work"... I'm sure I have lines to memorize or auditions to prepare for...
