Archive for September, 2004


Congratulations! You’re Merry!

Which Lord of the Rings character and personality problem are you?
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The Empress Card
You are the Empress card. The Empress is the
archetype of the Mother. She creates and
nurtures life. She represents the abundance of
Mother Earth. The Empress is capable of using
nature in a productive way. She espouses art
for art’s sake. Her planet is Venus, and she
embodies love of beauty and a strong value
system. Here is also found initial sensation.
This is the first really physical experience of
the world that The Fool has entered. The
Empress has a rich understanding of the world
based on her five senses. In a reading, The
Empress represents pregnancy, actual or
metaphorical. She indicates an act of creation
and a sensual experience of beauty. The Empress
is a nurturing force that wishes to see the
product of her experiences reach the next stage
of development. Image from A Photographic Tarot

Which Tarot Card Are You?
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It’s freaking quiz night, eh?

How to make a Heather
1 part friendliness
1 part humour
3 parts empathy
Combine in a tall glass half filled with crushed ice. Add emotion to taste! Do not overindulge!

Personality cocktail
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Your CD collection is almost as big as your ego,
and you can most likely play an instrument or
three. You’re a real hit at parties, but you’re
SO above karaoke.
What people love: You’re instant entertainment.
Unless you play the obo.
What people hate: Your tendency to sing louder than
the radio and compare everything to a freaking

What Kind of Elitist Are You?
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Yep… don’t I know it

You Don’t Have a Boyfriend Because You are Too Shy

When a guy gets to know you, he finds a great catch
Problem is… you’re too shy for most guys to get to know.
From meeting someone to dating, you usually have your guard up.
And while you’re just holding back, it makes you seem like you’ve got something to hide.

Why Don’t You Have a Boyfriend Take This Quiz 🙂

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What I’ve discovered in my lifetime:

1. Campbell’s soup is nasty when undiluted.

2. Trucks are fabulous, and I look hot in one.

3. I cannot choose my favorite word, song, or movie.

4. Going to RU one can find a party any time, day or night.

5. That’s not always a good thing.

And last but not least, my most recent inane discovery…..

6. I seem to be forever ensconced in a world where I can only meet gay men.

Yeah, so about that last one…. I love my boys, more than you can know. But, sometimes you just want to have a man hold you who would go to bed with you, if you both consented. But no, I am locked into the “eternal fag hag” (good Lord, I hate that term… but here i guess it’s the only word that truly fits) role. Every man I know either is gay, has experimented, or will soon come out of the closet. Five men in the past month have come out to me. I must wear a sign on my forehead that says: ‘C’mon, here I am guys, the safe haven for all ass-revelers.’

You know, this entry is probably going to piss of most of my male friends, and if it does, sorry but too damned bad. You all know I’m opinionated, and not afraid to tell anyone like it is, and that’s why you love me. And you also know then, that I would never change a thing about any of you, but if any of you know any straight boys… really straight boys… would you mind sharing and not trying so damned hard to convert them? I swear at the rate you guys awaken people to their sexualities (or convert, as that has become the popular term), if you were all Mormon, you’d take over the freakin’ free world.

Ok, enough bitchy rambling… and that’s basically all this is. The hormonal rantings of a woman who just had her only real romantic interest just tell her he’s freakin’ gay… Man, every guy I’m with either hits me, leaves me for another woman, or tells me he’s realized he’s in love with one of my gay friends. I am just a winner. How great am I in bed? Lemme just tell you… I can turn ’em off of vagina forever. Alright, now I’m just feeling sorry for myself. Oh well, it’ allowed once in a while I think 🙂

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The grass is always greener…

wherever I’m not. It’s wierd how much I miss SU. I miss random music theater majors belting no-name musicals in the halls. I miss being woken up by a drunken rendition of the “Queen of the Night” aria by a devo man. I miss going to Ruebush and not being able to find a practice room, so you sit on the green couches and talk to Peter, and feel better just because you got to commiserate with someone. I miss the stupid geese. I miss the smell of the campus before it rains. I miss walking to Apple Blossom Mall. I miss my Books-A-Million buddies. I miss small campus life. I miss not having to ask for directions on my own campus. I miss my sisters. I miss my small SAI chapter. I miss having a good relationship with the PMA chapter on campus. I miss my friends. I miss musicianship. I miss not being the only one wearing a scarf when it’s only 45 degrees outside. I miss walking everywhere. I miss Samm, and DJ, and Will. I miss musicals. I miss performance forum. I miss grad student recitals. I miss instrumental music. I miss being only five hours from New York. I miss going to D.C. once a week. I miss Mr. Shafer. I miss being in a good choir.

Yeah, I know I sound pathetic right now, but it’s just kinda sucky right now. Do you want to know what we’re doing in choir? The same shit I did in high school. “The Hallelujah Chorus,” “Alto’s Lament,” and some other stupid piece written by our director, that has absolutely NO harmonic integrity. Fucking I6 chords everywhere. Oh, IV-V-vi-V-I, cute. How orignial. And these people are a joke. If I have to hear “Ave Maria” sung in english one more f-ing time because they can’t do it in Italian or German, I am going to scream. Oh and did I mention that there are only five vocal practice rooms. But no matter cause there’s always one open. But they don’t have windows; so when nosy people want to know who’s singing, they simply open the door, effectively destroying whatever modicum of concentration onto which you were threadily hanging.

Oh well, it was my decision and I shall live with it. But I think I am going to be making a visit up to Winc. for Bach Handel. I miss real music. If any of you from SU read this, please send me musical thoughts 🙂

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