As all of you probably know I was born on the 29th of October and that makes me a solid Scorpio, which in my opinion is the best zodiac of all of them. Because of this whenever I can I collect information on my zodiac, so when my RA posted the 12 zodiacs on the bulletin board closest to my room I was of course immediately drawn to my print out and read it. When the ungrateful morons on our floor started ripping them down I sneakily pulled off Scorpio and absconded away with it to my room. Here is what it says:
Scorpio (*grins* That's me!!!)
Scorpios are blessed with sharp minds, sharper instincts and still sharper tongues (I think most of my friends would agree at least with the sharp tongue bit, I tend to be very mean). They are determined and direct, and very careful about who they let get close to them (I think this reflects the fact that I make a very good acquaintance, I have a lot of people I am friendly with but I only have a few friends). Scorpios are in awe of their own powers and desires and hate to be criticized for them (Just ask my sister about how I get about her editing my papers, it is ugly for both of us).
Home: Scorpios are very particular about their homes and cannot tolerate an abrasive abode (I think this is demonstrated by how picky I am about my bed which is usually the focal point of my dorm. At home it usually has two down comforters, dozens of blankets and my quilt! One must be comfortable!)
Clothes: Scorpios know how to dress to kill, but they like to wear outfits with a subtle dramatic effect (I was a goth in high school...I like knee high dominatrix boots, my mother considers me her fashion consultant, I think it fits!)
Food: Scorpios like food with sharp, distinct flavor. They tend to prefer savory dishes to sweet. (I think this is so? *shrugs*)
Money: Scorpios have a talent for making money and a certain skill for spending it as well (Hee hee hee! I LOVE SHOPPING.....when I'm in the mood)
Jobs: Aircraft designer (nope), dentist (HELL NO), environmentalist (no no no), healer (umm....*wiggles fingers* I HAVE MAGICAL HEALING POWERS- not), lumberjack (WHAT!?!?), psychiatrist (ok, maybe we're getting somewhere now), satirist (that's more up my sister's lane), sex therapist (my roommate completely agrees with this one, she's been telling me this since sophomore year), spy (OOOOO!!! I LIKE THIS ONE), surgeon (*vomits*), tanner (dead animal skins? No thank you).
Love: It takes a long time for scorpios to put their trust in somebody, but it becomes an unshakable loyalty (^//^ I'm waiting for my love....)
Compatible signs: Capricorn, Pisces, Cancer, Virgo
Incompatible signs: Sagittarius, Aquarius, Aries, Gemini, Leo, Libra
I'll keep you all posted on more interesting Scorpio info!!!
Friday, December 18, 2009
Thursday, November 19, 2009
There is Hope....
I'm feeling a little emotional from the lack of blood (I donated to the Red Cross yesterday), but I am moved by the involvement of the student body at SU. This relates to the "Save the Books" movement that the students and faculty are leading to stop the university from indiscriminately sending books to a facility 4 hours away in Patterson NY. And it relates to an article my mom just sent me:
http://media.www.dailyorange.com/media/storage/paper522/news/2009/11/19/News/Students.Protest.AntiGay.Demonstrators.On.Waverly.Avenue-3836793.shtml?reffeature=htmlemailedition
This is what we need to do, we need to be offended, we need to get upset, we need to band together and raise our voices- in a peaceful way. I am very proud of us. Keep it up.
http://media.www.dailyorange.com/media/storage/paper522/news/2009/11/19/News/Students.Protest.AntiGay.Demonstrators.On.Waverly.Avenue-3836793.shtml?reffeature=htmlemailedition
This is what we need to do, we need to be offended, we need to get upset, we need to band together and raise our voices- in a peaceful way. I am very proud of us. Keep it up.
Friday, November 13, 2009
One-Eyed Cat Cafe
"Welcome to the One-Eyed Cat Cafe!" an adorable girl in a cute skirt exclaims as you walk through the door. "Please have a seat! We'll be with you in just a minute!"
You look around as you head for your table. The place is obviously under construction, but the patrons are smiling and chatting with each other, the three waiters/waitresses are smartly dressed and have effervescent attitudes. The table you're sitting at is made of dark wood with a smooth varnished top, and has curved legs, and you're sitting in a matching chair. The floor beneath you is a glassy tile that make it look like you're sitting on ice. In the kitchen a slender young woman glides back and forth, her short white blond hair falling in and out of sharp amber eyes.
"One Crackling Peking Duck!" the perky waitress chirps as she sets the huge serving in front of you. You thank her quietly and dig in. What a wonderful place...
...............
So the other day a friend of mine showed me this application she had on facebook, it was called "Cafe World." I watched her play for a little bit and then decided that I should be on the application too because it looked like fun. Soon I was hooked beyond all belief and being teased mercilessly. But that's nothing new. I quickly began whipping up food, enslaving my friends and planning world domination with my trusty Sensei Marmar to guide me. At the moment my cafe is closed while I make more Crackling Peking Duck because I'm all out of any food I can serve. Sometime in the morning I'll be able to open up and serve my wonderful customers. Until then I have joined another mindless application which allows me to pass the time by doing something just a step above watching paint dry.
Breeding and selling cyber fish.
Try not to die laughing. Please. Ok, you can laugh, but keep it down...
I currently have a shitload of Mini Dart Gobis (because they cost 7 coins and if I wait long enough I can sell them for 72 in a very short amount of time), 2 Swissguard Basslets, a Shy Hamlet, a Hawaiian Hogfish, a Redspot Cardinal, and a Scooter Bleny. And I just cleaned the tank because it was disgusting. I can just see my mother's reaction reading this....
I once had two fish- Francois and Genvieve. They both died and my dad flushed them down the toilet without telling me. I was very upset- not because they died, but because I didn't get to see him flush them down the toilet. I was a very bad fish owner. I hated cleaning the tank and my favorite part about cleaning the tank was I used this really intense alcohol to clean the crap out of it and I'd pretend that the fish got a contact high/drunk off it. Fish are actually much more of a pain in the butt than you'd think.
Speaking of pets I have some videos of our kitten up....
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JySOoOuYzR8
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1vXF11i8PXY
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=45MFNb4S4ek
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4rS3LfgFF2c
Enjoy!
You look around as you head for your table. The place is obviously under construction, but the patrons are smiling and chatting with each other, the three waiters/waitresses are smartly dressed and have effervescent attitudes. The table you're sitting at is made of dark wood with a smooth varnished top, and has curved legs, and you're sitting in a matching chair. The floor beneath you is a glassy tile that make it look like you're sitting on ice. In the kitchen a slender young woman glides back and forth, her short white blond hair falling in and out of sharp amber eyes.
"One Crackling Peking Duck!" the perky waitress chirps as she sets the huge serving in front of you. You thank her quietly and dig in. What a wonderful place...
...............
So the other day a friend of mine showed me this application she had on facebook, it was called "Cafe World." I watched her play for a little bit and then decided that I should be on the application too because it looked like fun. Soon I was hooked beyond all belief and being teased mercilessly. But that's nothing new. I quickly began whipping up food, enslaving my friends and planning world domination with my trusty Sensei Marmar to guide me. At the moment my cafe is closed while I make more Crackling Peking Duck because I'm all out of any food I can serve. Sometime in the morning I'll be able to open up and serve my wonderful customers. Until then I have joined another mindless application which allows me to pass the time by doing something just a step above watching paint dry.
Breeding and selling cyber fish.
Try not to die laughing. Please. Ok, you can laugh, but keep it down...
I currently have a shitload of Mini Dart Gobis (because they cost 7 coins and if I wait long enough I can sell them for 72 in a very short amount of time), 2 Swissguard Basslets, a Shy Hamlet, a Hawaiian Hogfish, a Redspot Cardinal, and a Scooter Bleny. And I just cleaned the tank because it was disgusting. I can just see my mother's reaction reading this....
I once had two fish- Francois and Genvieve. They both died and my dad flushed them down the toilet without telling me. I was very upset- not because they died, but because I didn't get to see him flush them down the toilet. I was a very bad fish owner. I hated cleaning the tank and my favorite part about cleaning the tank was I used this really intense alcohol to clean the crap out of it and I'd pretend that the fish got a contact high/drunk off it. Fish are actually much more of a pain in the butt than you'd think.
Speaking of pets I have some videos of our kitten up....
http://www.youtube.com/watch?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?
Enjoy!
Away to London
My mother and I have been diligently chipping away at the visa process and are finally starting to see some progress. Yesterday I received my visa letter, and today I sent in my online application and got the statements from my banks saying that I have stable funds. One step closer to getting into the UK for a semester.
Though I was very disturbed when my mother told me she would not send me my quilt that my sister had made for me for my 13th birthday when I was in London (I have slept with this quilt for 7 years and only part with it for short intervals that are mandatory). I have complained long and loud, informed all her coworkers and am contemplating more extreme measures to get my quilt to London. Sadly enough though the "top" of the quilt (the end I usually lay towards my head when I'm sleeping) has become so frayed that I have been obliged to turn the quilt the other way for fear of damaging it even more. And my sister has informed me that she's not making me another quilt until I'm married...I am deeply distressed and distraught. I have informed my mother that I will forgo bringing a single item of clothing with me in order to stuff my quilt into my bag and have it with me if she will not mail it.
Onto other news I have begun to pack up the various things in my room that I will not be needing and am going to start bringing them home. Thus my room shall begin to look more and more empty and feel less and less like a "home." I still sometimes make the mistake of saying to people "I'm heading home now" when I mean I'm going to my dorm- which greatly confuses people because I am a local student, and it makes my mom mad because my dorm should in no way be considered my home.
As I look around the room I try and imagine all that I will bring with my to London. Will I bring mostly clothes? Will Bob fit? How many books should I bring? How many tops? How do you possibly fit everything that you will need to survive in one suitcase? What if I realize I need a notebook that has important story notes? I can't call my mom up and ask her to bring it in on Monday like I am so used to doing. It's almost inconceivable to me at this point in time. Instead I will focus on something else....
What recipes should I bring with me to London? I have a few that I have stolen from a friend, and I think that I shall get Chicken Divan, Pesto Pasta, Mexican Linguini and other such ones from my mother, and I shall be sure to bring my sister's calzone recipe as well. But if there are any suggestions please give them and provide the recipe if possible!
Off to take a nap....
Though I was very disturbed when my mother told me she would not send me my quilt that my sister had made for me for my 13th birthday when I was in London (I have slept with this quilt for 7 years and only part with it for short intervals that are mandatory). I have complained long and loud, informed all her coworkers and am contemplating more extreme measures to get my quilt to London. Sadly enough though the "top" of the quilt (the end I usually lay towards my head when I'm sleeping) has become so frayed that I have been obliged to turn the quilt the other way for fear of damaging it even more. And my sister has informed me that she's not making me another quilt until I'm married...I am deeply distressed and distraught. I have informed my mother that I will forgo bringing a single item of clothing with me in order to stuff my quilt into my bag and have it with me if she will not mail it.
Onto other news I have begun to pack up the various things in my room that I will not be needing and am going to start bringing them home. Thus my room shall begin to look more and more empty and feel less and less like a "home." I still sometimes make the mistake of saying to people "I'm heading home now" when I mean I'm going to my dorm- which greatly confuses people because I am a local student, and it makes my mom mad because my dorm should in no way be considered my home.
As I look around the room I try and imagine all that I will bring with my to London. Will I bring mostly clothes? Will Bob fit? How many books should I bring? How many tops? How do you possibly fit everything that you will need to survive in one suitcase? What if I realize I need a notebook that has important story notes? I can't call my mom up and ask her to bring it in on Monday like I am so used to doing. It's almost inconceivable to me at this point in time. Instead I will focus on something else....
What recipes should I bring with me to London? I have a few that I have stolen from a friend, and I think that I shall get Chicken Divan, Pesto Pasta, Mexican Linguini and other such ones from my mother, and I shall be sure to bring my sister's calzone recipe as well. But if there are any suggestions please give them and provide the recipe if possible!
Off to take a nap....
Thursday, November 12, 2009
IMVU
Fail.
Utter fail.
I showed my father my Cafe World cafe on Facebook- it's named the One-Eyed Cat Cafe in his honor. He mentioned this website he had heard about once, IMVU it's an interactive 3D chat that allows you to meet new people. We were both curious. He found the site and I downloaded it. Grinning to each other I made my user name Fistula. (Fistula- Pathology. a narrow passage or duct formed by disease or injury, as one leading from an abscess to a free surface, or from one cavity to another. -courtesy of dictionary.com). Unsurprisingly, this name was completely free.
I got on and created my character, black hair, cool eyes, punky-ish clothing. I chatted up another 20 year old New Yorker who was a swimsuit model- she hugged me and told me I was "a nice guy." I immediately wondered if she thought men had boobs and long hair. Brushing it off I went to do the dishes and make a second attempt later.
I found the chat rooms full of drinking, vampires, furries, people looking for slaves, dancing clubs and very bad grammar and spelling. I searched for "books" in the chat rooms- nothing came up. I tried Victorian literature- nothing. I sacrificed myself and put in literature....all the literature chat rooms were empty. I tried a lesbian, bisexual, bicurious room....two couples talking to each other in chat speak in cuddling positions. I searched the normal chats high and low...nothing. The more I looked the more discouraged I became. I am a 20 year old misfit, what 20 year old would rather talk about the homoerotic language in Armadale by Wilkie Collins?
Unable to lower my standards I signed off.
Maybe tomorrow I will attempt again.
Utter fail.
I showed my father my Cafe World cafe on Facebook- it's named the One-Eyed Cat Cafe in his honor. He mentioned this website he had heard about once, IMVU it's an interactive 3D chat that allows you to meet new people. We were both curious. He found the site and I downloaded it. Grinning to each other I made my user name Fistula. (Fistula- Pathology. a narrow passage or duct formed by disease or injury, as one leading from an abscess to a free surface, or from one cavity to another. -courtesy of dictionary.com). Unsurprisingly, this name was completely free.
I got on and created my character, black hair, cool eyes, punky-ish clothing. I chatted up another 20 year old New Yorker who was a swimsuit model- she hugged me and told me I was "a nice guy." I immediately wondered if she thought men had boobs and long hair. Brushing it off I went to do the dishes and make a second attempt later.
I found the chat rooms full of drinking, vampires, furries, people looking for slaves, dancing clubs and very bad grammar and spelling. I searched for "books" in the chat rooms- nothing came up. I tried Victorian literature- nothing. I sacrificed myself and put in literature....all the literature chat rooms were empty. I tried a lesbian, bisexual, bicurious room....two couples talking to each other in chat speak in cuddling positions. I searched the normal chats high and low...nothing. The more I looked the more discouraged I became. I am a 20 year old misfit, what 20 year old would rather talk about the homoerotic language in Armadale by Wilkie Collins?
Unable to lower my standards I signed off.
Maybe tomorrow I will attempt again.
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