[If I really were as humble as this thing sez I am, would I post this? Please forgive my inclusion of the crude language.] Emo Kid You are 42% Rational, 14% Extroverted, 0% Brutal, and 14% Arrogant. You are the Emo Kid, best described as a quiet pussy! You tend to be an intuitive rather than a logical thinker, meaning you rely more on your feelings than your thoughts. Not only that, but you are introverted, gentle, and rather humble. You embody all the traits of the perfect emo kid. You are a push-over, an emotional thinker, gentle to the extent of absurdity, and so humble that it even makes Jesus puke. (And Jesus almost never pukes, being immortal and not requiring an act of puke to dispell toxins from his corporeal manifestation.) If you write poetry, you no doubt write angsty, syrupy lines about depression, sadness, and other such redundant states of emo-being that go something like this: life is a spike / upon which i have impaled mysefl / fuck you dad So, your personality is…
Ever heard of the word onomatopoeia? I hadn't, before I saw this blurb about the creation of the THX sound. So I googled, followed the 2nd result to Wikipedia's entry for the word, and began skimming the article. I found myself making the weirdest noises - out loud! - and then laughing at myself as I kept reading. So I would recommend reading this somewhere in a dark corner, with nobody around, maybe even with your shades drawn. Onomatopoeia.
Ah... the wanderings of affection. A house built upon sand can only sink. The tide comes in, I swim, I crawl to the second floor, I get comfortable and get used to it. The tide goes back out, I naively wander back downstairs, hoping that this time will be different.
Come Holy Spirit! Here I sit in the upper room, vaguely remembering the teacher's assurances, fearfully doubting his success.
Psalm 55 (New International Version) For the director of music. With stringed instruments. Amaskil of David. [a]1 Listen to my prayer, O God, do not ignore my plea; 2 hear me and answer me. My thoughts trouble me and I am distraught 3 at the voice of the enemy, at the stares of the wicked; for they bring down suffering upon me and revile me in their anger. 4 My heart is in anguish within me; the terrors of death assail me. 5 Fear and trembling have beset me; horror has overwhelmed me. 6 I said, "Oh, that I had the wings of a dove! I would fly away and be at rest- 7 I would flee far away and stay in the desert; Selah 8 I would hurry to my place of shelter, far from the tempest and storm." 9 Confuse the wicked, O Lord, confound their speech, for I see violence and strife in the city. 10 Day and night they prowl about o…
.. for the son has exceeded the father. Disregarding contributing factors such as the congested flow of 42,000+ runners, my own familiarity with such conditions, and his lack of familiarity with them, I finished the 10K/6.2mi race about 1 minute and 6 seconds ahead of my Dad. This is a first for me! The Cooper River BridgeRun. I'm also now officially a quarter of a century old. :)
So, let's see. I did some stuff. Then some other stuff. It was fun, and I enjoyed my family. That pretty much sums it up. Due to overbooking on my return flight, I got a free ticket for United Airlines that can be used anytime in the next year to fly anywhere in the continental U.S. I got locked out of my apartment because I don't normally carry a key because it's a small building and all the doors to the outside stay locked and my landlord locked my door after he showed my disgusting apartment to potential renters. I got to see Chuck's workplace.