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It is so weird, I repeat, SO weird, to read old blog entries. I decided to log into my Blogger account today for the first time in forever. I had this blog that I kept for three years called "Another One Done" that's still up. Right now, I'm reading highly detailed posts that I wrote back when I was in middle school and high school Holy crap! This scares the shit out of me. I was so different back then. I... I.... I don't even know what to say. I will eventually copy and paste some old entries to post here on Vox. They are too interesting/amusing/terrifying to pass up. Wow. And I can't believe I created this Blogger acount in September 2001! That's so hardcore! I was hella young back then!

This stuff is gold, really.

"... Of course, Danny sat nearby during the game, but I honestly didn't care that much. I'm almost completely over him. Seriously. Jonathan is a funny man, but I'm almost over him, too."

(15 minutes later)
... Haha, this I so awesome! I was such a good writer back then. Hahahaha. See, this is why it's important to keep a blog!

My new jeans from Japan came in today! Shipping took four days!!! Un-freaking-believable! I'm so pleased. I've got them on right now. They were very tight at first. Couldn't do the top three buttons, but after ten minutes of struggling, I was able to stretch them out, and they fit pretty good right now. All buttons now fastened. Still tight, but I think they'll be comfortable within a few days. From what I've read, this indicates a good fit for raw denim.

Wow. What a difference. Compared to the APC New Cures that I ordered.... these fit so much better. And they're actually designed to flatter a woman's figure. One way you can tell is by the back pockets. They're smaller and better situated. I also really really love the texture of the denim on these jeans. It's softer and kind of slubby. Absolutely dreamy. The only thing I don't like is the rise! It's lower than I thought, but that's alright. They fit so well and I love them so much that I don't really care.

But damn, Japanese women must be really skinny! I wear a size 2-4/26-27 in American jeans, which is kind of skinny but not the skinniest (obviously). With Japanese jeans, I wear their third to largest size. Sheesh. It's a very straight cut. The waist and hips are narrow while the thighs and knees are normal.

I wish I had pictures to share, but the camera mysteriously disappeared overnight.

So happy!

Kind of random, but at my high school graduation, one of my teachers came up to me to say goodbye and (basically) told me that I was a really great student, a kind person, and that he really enjoyed having me in his classes (something along those lines). He then told me that all of the other teachers have said the same about me.

Oh really, huh? So, it's true then! Teachers do talk about their students outside of class. I've always thought so! I bet they exchange notes with each other at the start of every new school year. "Watch out for so-and-so. Had him two years ago. He falls asleep in class." "He's okay but kind of quiet." "She likes to sneak in chips during class." "Don't pick on her. She never shuts up." Ah, I knew it! Hahaha... XD

I mean, it must be true, right? Right? Because now that I think of it, I would probably do the same if I were a teacher too. Haha.

Just before the spring semester ended, I took the official MBTI test at my school's career center. Before that, I had taken the online test at similarminds.com and got INTJ. At the time, I didn't think much of my results because I second-guessed on a lot of my answers and knew nothing about the type personalities. When I found out that my school offered the MBTI test for free, I jumped on the opportunity and decided to take it for verification. My results took about two weeks to process. They came in around the end of April, but I was so busy with school that I forgot to blog about it. So here it is! The CPP Myers-Briggs test says that I am, indeed, an INTJ with the following breakdown:

I - 80%, N - 47%, T - 63%, J - 1%

But 1% for J? Really?

A couple of weeks later, I began doubting my type so I took another MBTI online test at mypersonality.info for further verification. Lo and behold, INTJ again! But check out these percentages.

I - 100%, N - 58%, T - 79%, J - 63%

After that, I was pretty convinced that I was an INTJ and decided to leave it at that. At the time, I was already lurking about the INTJ forum, but truly, it was time to make it my home.

Now, after about a month of living as a self-aware INTJ and still lurking about the forum, I began having doubts again. Last night, I came across this "Mistyping" thread on the INTP Forum and thought to myself, "Hmm. Sometimes I do sound like an INTP. There's always the possibility that I was mistyped or that I mistyped myself three times."

So this morning, I devised my own MBTI test. It's not really a test. Basically, I just went through all of the different profile descriptions and awarded points for what I thought accurately described me. I counted up the points and arranged the different types in order of the greatest amount of points. Here are the results. (By the way, I excluded all extroverted types because I know I'm not E for sure.)

INTJ - 41.5
INTP - 23.5
ISTJ - 19.5
ISFP - 17.0
ISFJ - 16.8
ISTP - 16
INFJ - 12.5
INFP - 6

So I guess that's that, huh? Everything I already know. I'm definitely more INTJ than INTP, but I'll still have my INTP (as well as ISTJ, ISFP, ISFJ, etc.) tendencies every once in a while. I guess I'm done with all this second-guessing now! 

I hate getting haircuts! It always comes out too short! I just don't get it... What am I doing wrong? I've spent so long growing out my hair, and they just cut it all off! Why?  I'm so sad. :'( Short hair looks terrible. I want my long hair baack! :'(

ZOMBIE ATTACK!!
You are in a mall when zombies attack. You have:
1. One weapon.
2. One song blasting on the speakers.
3. One famous person to fight alongside you.

1. Machine gun with unlimited ammo.
2. "Sabotage" by the Beastie Boys
3. Luffy, of course! Edit: No, no. Considering the situation and the circumstances, I've decided to do it alone! Bring it on!
 

I found this. From a couple of weeks ago. Maybe a month. Trying to document a dream after waking:

"An urban utopia--of sorts. I'd say about 50 years fast forward. A city much like ours, except suspended into the air. Two major districts connected by a narrow passageway. Mayor: Rob Nosh. Wife: A frazzled women who looks like Ms. Frizzle. I saw three sisters (daughters of Nosh). One son.

Anyway--two districts. First, entertainment district. Rather tame most of the time but really comes alive at night. While in this district, we see one room. A room big enough to hold multiple stages. Hardly any furniture. Only stages and large pillars every now and then to support the ceiling. Traveling between the two districts, one must go through a narrow passageway. The passageway looks as if it were once used for trains. Very busy. Machines are buzzing everywhere and in the air. Metal. Futuristic. Colorful. The other district is very bourgeoisie. We see one room, a large eating plaza. Here, a lot people are sitting and eating. The room is very quiet in contrast to the entertainment district. Classical music in the background, probably.

Enter, woman. She's new for a reason I don't know. She's unfamiliar. Not "down" in these parts. She makes her way to the eating area to order a sandwich (I ought to change this...). While ordering, she is helped by a young man who's very kind to her and they exchange very friendly conversation. Suddenly, a riot. An outbreak of chaos that absolutely crushes the fine atmosphere. The people in the room begin to panic. Why, it's the people we saw earlier from the entertainment district. What are those people doing here? How'd they get in here? They are so uncivilized! The tension is rising, and the riot is growing bigger, louder. There is so much debris and dirt flying everywhere. It billows like gray smoke. What an eyesore in the middle of all this opulence! "Rob Nosh! Rob Nosh!" they chant. More rioters are streaming in from an unknown breach. It's become so crowded that everyone, including our two heroes, is being pushed out into the passageway of the two districts. Now, people begin to scream. It's like a stampede and people are quickly being forced down the narrow hall.

Man grabs hold of the woman. Both are utterly confused, but the woman more so. In the middle of all the frenzy and madness, the man quickly dashes sideways, just at the right time, into a very dark and discreet nook. The people are so involved with the riot that they don't notice the man and the woman leaving and don't think to do the same. At least, we don't think anyone noticed. The man hurries into a dark opening. Still holding on to the woman, he quickly opens a heavy steel door, gathers her into the mysterious room as he also enters, shuts it quickly, and then fiddles with a combination of strange yet primitive locks. They turn around, and we see that they've entered what looks like the private office/quarters of the mayor. The woman doesn't know this however, but we see that Rob Nosh is there. Wife is there.Three sisters and random advisers are there. Wife hurries over to the young man and gives him a huge hug. She pauses at the woman beside him, not knowing who she is, but gives her a hug as if she were family too. The three sisters look on with hatred, their initial reaction. The man, it becomes obvious, is the son of Nosh.

Time passes. They wait for the riot to end and for things to calm down. Very few words have been exchanged between the people in the room. The air is heavy, dark. Everyone is tense. The woman is still utterly confused and has not spoken up given the intense situation and knowing that she's a lot safer in this room than she would be if she were still out there. The riot has quieted down considerably, but the ruckus can still be heard through the metal walls. The young man finally gets up from his seated, hands-in-face position, and walks to the door where there is a porthole and a view of the passageway. Few people pass by. Mostly just machines buzzing up and down the corridor. We can deduct that the riot moved to the entertainment district, where it finally died down and perhaps ended. What we hear now is simply the aftermath. But more importantly, what we see out of this porthole is the trademark of one of the rebel fraternities. (It's futurisitc so it's like an animated logo with bouncing Greek letters and revolving circles. Very circus+Google-looking.)

"We can't give them another chance! We can't trust the fraternities!"

Here's a fun quiz to take, especially if you've read Dante's Inferno before.

The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Sixth Level of Hell - The City of Dis!

Here is how you matched up against all the levels:
Level | Score
Purgatory | Very Low
Level 1 - Limbo | Moderate
Level 2 | Very Low
Level 3 | Moderate
Level 4 | Low
Level 5 | Moderate
Level 6 - The City of Dis | High
Level 7 | Moderate
Level 8- the Malebolge | Moderate
Level 9 - Cocytus | High

Level descriptions: http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html
Take the test: http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-test.mv

Oh how sad! Is this sad? I think it's pretty sad.

This is my first official day of summer, and I already miss my spring classes. Mainly I miss my teachers and all of the  wonderful people I met. Now that I'm done with all of my GE (aka, the "fun" classes) I'm all bummed out because I have to start focusing on the heavy, important stuff (like math, ew). Who would have thought that I'd be so miserable after finals? Summer school starts so soon. In two weeks, I'll be back on campus from early morning to noon, four days a week, taking two classes that I don't want to take. Sigh.

This post is kind of confusing. Basically,
1. I'm glad it's summer and that I get a little break from coursework, but I already miss some of my spring classes..
2. I get all miserable just thinking about the classes I have to take during the summer and fall.

Kind of wish I could have a completely free summer, but I know that's so naive and lazy of me. Sigh. Growing up is such a miserable thing.