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[Apr. 6th, 2008|09:46 am] |
Did some cleaning up in the f-list area. If you want to be added back or you want to be taken off, let me know.
In the meantime, meme stolen from ![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) quizzicalsphinx
1. My username is ______ because ______.
Twowishesleft because I saw it on the license plate of a really nice car. Actually, it looked more like 2WshsLft or something. But, that's where I got it from. I was intrigued by it. If I had three wishes, would my first one be a car? Would I hoard them or blow them all in one sitting? It's a very uplifting thing to think about and it kinda makes me smile when I'm reminded of where I got this from. That's why.
2. My name is _____ because ______.
Nikki. Because it's my name. It used to be Nikki Tara, but it isn't anymore for fear of giving too much away. I served a girl coffee yesterday named Tara and I said, "Oh! That's my middle name," and she replied, "No shit. My middle name is Nicole." And we had a little bonding moment. This is my attempt to make this response interesting.
3. My journal is titled ____ because ____.
"It's not a violin", because one of the most offensive things you can do to a violist is call him a violinist. Pretty self-explanatory.
4. My friends page is called ____ because ____.
It doesn't have a cool name solely because I haven't come up with one. If you have a good idea, by all means, tell me what I should write.
5. My default userpic is ____ because ____.
My default changes a lot. I'm actually getting tired of this one. It's from a webcomic called Questionable Content. The quote went something like, "There is no God, only Harrison Ford and his chiseled jawline," and readers thought that was so awesome that they demanded t-shirts. There was a blue one, an orange one, and...a pink one, I think. I got the orange one. Hence the color. For years my userpic was a black and white picture of a woman from the hips down wearing a garter belt [see current icon]. It was neutral, it was pretty, and it sure as shit got people's attention. I think I am going to go back to it eventually.
6. My LJ name (you know how you can change that sort of sub-name thing?) is:
I don't have one, again, because I never came up with one. I betcha Rachie would have a good subname for me. Someone give me an idea.
And then there's this one, stolen from Shira:
My Personality
| | Neuroticism | | Extraversion | | Openness to Experience | | Agreeableness | | Conscientiousness | |
| You do not feel nervous in social situations, and have a good impression of what others think of you, however you feel strong cravings and urges that you have difficulty resisting. You tend to prefer short-term pleasures and rewards over long-term consequences. You are not prone to spells of energetic high spirits. You are a moderately imaginative person who enjoys a good balance between the real world and fantasy. You find helping other people genuinely rewarding and are generally willing to assist those who are in need. You find that doing things for others is a form of self-fulfillment rather than self-sacrifice, however you believe that a certain amount of deception in social relationships is necessary. You are guarded in new relationships and less willing to openly reveal the whole truth about yourself. You are a reasonably organized person and like to have a certain amount of routine in your life.
| | Take a Personality Test now or view the full Personality Report. |
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[Feb. 2nd, 2008|04:31 am] |
My trip up to Amherst was sadly cut short this afternoon when I had to drive Jesse back to NY to be with his dying father.
When I first got there, Dan was going to wind ensemble and Jesse was crying, so we left Dan and hid in a practice room where we talked about what was going on for an hour or so. Jesse's family has known his dad was dying for the last two years, but just a couple weeks ago it became clear that it could happen any day now. He's been in and out of the hospital, each time with really grim prospects, and each time the doctors have said he wasn't going to pull through only to see him pull through and go home again. Then he'd have to go to the hospital again a day or two later and it would start all over again.
He got a phone call from his mom right before I got on campus saying that his dad had gone into cardiac arrest, but he was out of it now, but he had rectal failure... and he was just in bad shape. I offered him a ride back to New York that night after my romp around UMass, but he declined, saying that if he died in the middle of next week instead of this weekend, he'd have to take even more time away from school and he couldn't afford that.
At 3:30 Dan got out of rehearsal and he, Caroline and I left Jesse to go warm up for his symphony band audition at 4. We were on a bus halfway to Amherst Center when I got a phone call from Jesse in hysterics saying he couldn't take the audition and I pretty much knew what that meant, so we had to run from whatever bus stop was next in the slippery two inches of slush on the ground to get back to the FAC. His mom had called him to tell him that his dad would die today. I again offered the ride and said I could leave right then and he said yes. So I ran to find my dad at the library and, as much as I can't stand the man, he jumped up to help me collect the last of my things from the dorm and race Jesse home - or as much as one can race in the pouring rain.
His whole family is there by his dad's bedside waiting for him to stop breathing. I can't imagine how terrible that must be. Send Jesse some brain-hugs, please. He needs them.
ETA: I should probably mention that once again, Dan the RA came to my rescue. I called him basically in a panic while I was trying to find my dad and asked him to bring all my shit downstairs [which he had let me store in his room] so when I got there I could just throw it in the car and leave. And he did, no questions asked. He's such a good kid. I basically owe him my soul at this point. |
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[May. 22nd, 2007|08:20 am] |
Dan left yesterday. I managed to hold off on the tear parade until after the car pulled away. Then Jesse immediately took out his phone, called Daniel, and informed him I was crying.
My friend replied, "Get her a towel."
Thanks, Daniel.
Mind you, if he wasn't such a dickwad, I wouldn't like him as much. I am going to be a mess tomorrow. I apologize in advance for sobbing all over your shirt, Mac. But, ah! The saving grace! Mac's going to be here tomorrow to drive the remainder of my stuff away and then we're going to Vermont on Thursday, which is going to be freakin' sweet. Only catch is I have to go home on Tuesday, but I'm trying not to think that far ahead. At least I'll get to see Chie and Justin and Joe and all the orchestra kids... And Dan Brenner. We need to make a Borders run.
If only I didn't have this fucking aural-with-an-A-U skills test tomorrow morning. That would make my life eleven times easier. I still have to pack, too, which is going to be difficult to do seeing as my roomie's doing the whole 'moving out' thing this afternoon. I'd better get to work, methinks.
Edit: But instead of working, I find geekery such as this. What I have found from this game is that all the square states, as far as I'm concerned, are interchangeable and solely exist to fuck up my score. |
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