You are a XSIT–Expressive Sentimental Intellectual Taker. This makes you a Hellcat. Yowza, you are fiery to be with. You’re dynamic and volatile and a living roller coaster. You’re also very attractive and immaculately groomed, so your target sex gets drawn in like a moth. You love the attention and never get tired of it. At a party you command attention, but you’re a lightweight with alcohol and if you drink too much there can be trouble. Like an XSYT, you tend to over-analyze things, so the slightest comment or action from your significant other can send you into a tailspin. Conflict with you can be either very productive or very dangerous. You are incapable of lying — you have no guile — and if your partner can’t handle the truth, that’s his/her problem, not yours. You are explosive when you’re upset, but when the smoke clears you are right back on track with no ill will. This is a highly effective way to resolve issues and keep them from brewing, but this can stun and hurt a partner with a more laid-back approach. You aren’t angry later, but s/he might be. Make sure when you’ve gotten your satisfaction that your partner is satisfied as well! You would never cheat. But combine your hot-blooded style with the fact that your partner is *attracted* to that style, and you’ve got a recipe for being cheated on. If you pair up with an X_YG (and that’s not unlikely) you may get caught in his/her cycle of cheating. Make sure your partner feels appreciated and loved to balance out the fire of your approach to conflict. If you’re female, you’re kind of like Evita or Teresa Heinz Kerry. I can’t think of any famous men like this. Of the 141991 people who have taken this quiz,, , 5.1 % are this type.
Month: October 2004
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Scratch, scratch, scratch.
Fuck. Why do I have to be all up in tears again. Oh yea, my fucking parents. Yea, if you readers haven’t already noticed, I’ve been depressed and angry with my life recently, and I can tell you now, it all derives from bad family, bad parenting.
I get all too damn emotional though, but can’t blame myself, it compensates for all those times, all those years, all those moments where I was too struck and scared to react to anything. I would just stand there, walk away, close the door, and smile. Pretend nothing happened. Life goes on.
Now it’s different. It’s right up in my face and I won’t take that shit. So when I cry, I don’t just cry for whatever my parents just did to me, it’s 17 years of psychological repression surfacing to form bruises, psychological bruises.
But like I said earlier, or if I haven’t, now you know, that I am a person that just throws her problems to the back of her head eventually and wouldn’t give a rat’s ass about dealing with them. And as it is foretold, that’s what I did today. I slept on whatever shit my parents put me through.
It’s honestly whether you were there or not to see this side of me, otherwise… problems are gone. It’s solved. I’ve thrown it away, mashed it into little pieces and left it somewhere else. Either that, i’ll eat it all away with food, like this high-in-calories cookies that I am eating right now. Chomp chomp.
There are some people who are close to you where you know you take them for granted. Well you’re asshole for doing that. Pick up a damn phone and tell them how important they are to you. If Janice wasn’t there for me today, I dont’ know which state of condition I would be in. I’ll probably still be wallowing in bed, deciding whether I should be a goth, a cutter, a slut, a pot head, or a criminal instead. Anything out of the ordinary to show them how much shit they’ve done to their kids.
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I hardly even have time to myself anymore. I’m always booked, always on schedule, always busy. When I actually sit down and breathe, I realized how many things that just past me by: friends whom I should be eating dinner with, friends who needed me during struggles, friends who just missed me, family dinners, church, God, my significant other.
I miss everyone of them.
I really do.
What am I doing to myself?
I definitely should sit down once again, take a deep breath, and re-evaluate myself.
[ Even if it's a stupid sheep, I would pay anything to be in that sheep's position, anyday. This is hard.]
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Hard to be thankful. I hated my thanksgiving. Everything about it, down to the very last moment of it. I thought, maybe it’s because noone cared to even say ‘happy thanksgiving’, not even one person, and yet I sent out so many of those at work, to strangers, to friends, and I got none back. Maybe that’s the curse. Maybe I wasn’t meant to have a good thanksgiving.
Even now, tears are brewing.
They hurt, don’t you know that?
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Here comes the long weekend. Oh it just feel so darn good to sit down on a Friday afternoon and just… breathe. Didn’t think I would’ve gotten by this week without fainting, honestly. That day where I only got 1 hour of sleep and work again that very night, wow. I’ve never drank so much coffee in my life. It honestly feels so good to sit down again and write. Autonomy, pure autonomy.
Well, of course I probably have alot to say, considering my brain works 20 hour per day, so really, I think much more now. A little too much about me, you, him, everything. But one thing I’ve realized is that I’m a stability junky. Really. I love feeling stablized. Change is good only if I know I can deal with it. I love knowing that I will ace a test. I love knowing the definites of life. I love planning my life and knowing what the hell I want to do. I love having goals. And of course, I love knowing that I am being loved back.
Sometimes, that lacks. And maybe it’s just my head spinning…but it gets to me.
And then I eat.
Or I don’t eat at all.
Welcome to the world of a 17 year old.
It made me joyfully sad today watching my brother run carelessly like a child that he is, into the misty fog smothering the school soccer field. It made me think about all the things that i’ve lost, and most importantly everything that i’ve now become…
Turkey time with Irene. But I got work this whole long weekend. Darn Mickey Dee’s. I don’t care. I’ll fit turkey time in there some how. I don’t care if it’ll kill me to eat turkey with Renie, it’s something I gotta do. It’s thanksgiving! And you know what, she’s definitely something to be thankful for.
Tackle Hug. I know I haven’t been there these past few days, or even weeks to talk to you, to understand you, to embrace you as a person that I appreciate and adore. And I can hear it and feel it in your voice. A sorry won’t do it, because nothing’s going to be changed. It’s just how things are right now. But I just want to say, in light of thanksgiving and the counting of the multitudes of blessings in my life, you are needed, wanted, and loved. You as a blessing is indefinable.
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Wow, I think I totally just flunk my English test. You know you did bad when 3 other people had the exact same thesis and you’re left out in the middle with an odd thesis in your head and a swear word in your mouth, waiting to be said. Mrs.V believes in me too much, she doesn’t think that I did horrible on the test. Oh! How she is so wrong! Wait till she marks…
My brain feels like mush.
Oh gawd, I am NEVER EVER going to lie that I’m sick ever again just to get off of work. I felt excruciatingly bad yesterday night, but if I didn’t take a day off to finish everything that I had to do, well… I’m pretty sure I would’ve had a nervous breakdown at work or at some customer. Hey, I almost had one yesterday morning. I was on the brink of insanity, quite scary I tell you.
Now, how the heck am I going to get a doctor’s note??
What’s with people cheating these days, honestly. No, not cheating on a test, but cheating on your gf/bf. Or lies for that matter. Maybe I’m just not exposed to the world enough or something, or I’m naive, but cheating stories are become such a commonality today, it’s depressing and not to mention, numbing but grossly sickening. Good thing I am an advocate for loyalty and anti-cheating, my boo must be very happy of me.
haha.
This korean guy with emo glasses (just like mine) with a crutch that is sitting diagonal of me with his respective korean girlfriend beside him, is singing. I wonder what they are singing, probably some played out song from my sassy girl or something. Hmm maybe I should’ve started off with a more enthusiastic and surprised note. “OH MY GOD! THERE’S KOREAN PEOPLE IN THE ROOM!” I know now maybe… 4 Koreans in total that goes to my school. The statistics are lacking, and sad. Someone bring some Koreans to Markham from Finch.
