The idiosyncratic musings of an INFJ
Today. Today, today, today, t-o-d-a-y. TODAY.
I like to repeat words so much that they lose their meaning. Speaking of things losing other things, my cat will soon lose his tail, happy home, and loving slaves if he does not IMMEDIATELY cease his incessant biting and meowing. Seriously, I wasn’t aware that an animal could be THIS ANNOYING. He’s almost as annoying as elementary school kids – cute when you first see them, but then they start whining. Sam is the same, but not quite. Born sometime in August, somewhere around 5 years ago or so, this little devil has been bred to know EXACTLY what he wants and EXACTLY how to get it. Little vermin.
So. Soooo. So – S – O – SP! SP! Scissors project. That just sounds so cool. School today was epic-boring, epic-long, and epic-sucky. Not to mention the fact that after my brother coerced me to get him lunch at Wendy’s, my Dad decides he’ll come home and confine me to my pitiful VHS tapes and pretty TV. Alas, alack. I need more things to DO in life. I’ve got like…no life outside of school. Seriously. I come home every day and then i just sit there, and now that we’re down to one computer [thanks, Dad. Thanks.] I can’t email Sor or Nii after I finally drag my frozen butt inside.
I know, I know, be grateful for what I have. Ugh.
So, down to what the title is about. I took this personality tester thingy in English today, to help us determine jobs to research for our 3rd quarter research project. Evidently I [and my bud Nii] are INFJs, introverted/intuitive/feeler/judgers. Isn’t that spiff? I was stoked. Only about 1% of the population is this type, and I happen to fit into such an exclusive niche? Aww, shucks world, that makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Gawrsh.
Speaking of the word ‘Gawrsh,’ I really hate dogs. Little dogs, not big, pretty ones. I can stand the big, gorgeous great danes and saint bernards, but I HATE those little chihuahua purse-puppies. Speaking of PET HATRED, FOR GOD’S SAKE SAM, I AM GOING TO MURDER YOU. Sorry – he just knocked over a stack of papers and I SWEAR I am screaming myself hoarse about him.
Never mind, nevertheless, I am fine. Isn’t everyone loving this green, vibrant, malachite-licious season? Oh no wait…it’s the middle of an endless Ohio winter.
You know what? Sometimes my heart just isn’t in my blog. That’s one of those times, so I’ll leave it here. Good night, wish me luck. On what, I’m not sure. But I could always use a little extra, in this day and age.
