Daily Archives: 4 October, 2007

Oreo Personality Test

This is serious psychology.  Truly.  A friend sent it to me a while ago, and I finally have a place to share it (with a few minor alterations of my own).  ——–>

Psychologists have discovered that the manner in which people eat Oreo cookies provides great insight into their personalities. Choose which method best describes your favorite method of eating Oreo’s:

  • The whole thing all at once.
  • One slow bite at a time.
  • Slow, methodical nibbles, perhaps examining the results of each bite afterward.  
  • In little nervous nibbles.  
  • Dunked in some liquid. [This was me, by the way.  100% accurate.] 
  • Twisted apart, the inside, then the cookie.
  • Twisted apart, the inside, then toss the cookie.  
  • Just the cookie.  Not the inside.
  • I just like to lick them, not eat them.
  • I don’t have a favorite way because I don’t like Oreos.

Your Personality:

The whole thing
You consume life with abandon.  You are fun to be with, exciting, and carefree, with some hint of recklessness.  You are totally irresponsible.  You should never be trusted with anyone’s children.

One bite at a time
You are lucky to be one of the 5.4 billion other people who eat their Oreo’s this very same way.  Just like them, you lack imagination and inspiration.  That’s ok, not to worry.  You’re normal. 

Slow and Methodical
You follow the rules.  You’re exceedingly tidy and orderly.  You’re very meticulous in every detail of every thing you do, to the point of being anal-retentive and irritating to others around you.  Stay out of the fast lane if you’re only going to go the speed limit.

Nervous Nibbles
Your boss likes you because you get your work done quickly.  You always have a million things to do, and never enough time to do them.  Mental breakdowns and hospitalizations run in your family.  Valium would likely do you good.

Dunked
Everyone likes you because you’re upbeat.  You are the life of the party, but you also crash parties and make everyone miserable.  You tend to sugarcoat unpleasant experiences and rationalize bad situations into good ones.  You are in total denial about the shambles you call your life.  You have a propensity towards narcotic addiction.

Twisted apart, the inside, then the cookie
You have a highly curious nature.  You take pleasure in breaking things open to find out how they work, but you are usually unable to put them back together, so you destroy the evidence of your activities and feign ignorance.  You deny involvement whenever anything goes wrong.  You are a compulsive liar.  You exhibit deviant, if not criminal, behavior.

Twisted apart, the inside, then toss the cookie
You are good at business.  You take risks that pay off.  You also take what you want of things and throw the rest away, including people and matters of truth.  You are greedy, selfish, just plain mean, and apathetic.  You should be ashamed of yourself.  That’s ok though, because you got yours, and you don’t care.

Just the cookie, not the inside
You enjoy pain, both giving and receiving.  This is called sado-masochism.

I just like to lick them, not eat them
Seek psychiatric help immediately.  Stay away from small furry animals.

I don’t have a favorite way because I don’t like Oreos
You likely come from an affluent family.  You were spoiled and given too much attention as a child.  You wear high-end fashion, and eat at only the most esteemed restaurants. You are particular and fussy about everything you buy, own, wear, or eat. Things have to be just right.  There’s just no pleasing you.  You like to be pampered.  You are a prima donna, and you annoy everyone around you.

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Dropkick Murphys, “For Boston”

“For Boston, for Boston, we sing our proud refrain!

For Boston, for Boston, ’tis wisdom’s earthly fame!

For here all are one and our hearts are true,

And the towers on the heights reach the heavens blue,

For Boston, for Boston, ’til the echoes ring again!

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For Boston, for Boston, thy glory is our own!

For Boston, for Boston, ’tis here that truth is known!

And ever with a right shall our heirs be found,

‘Til time shall be no more and thy work is crowned,

For Boston, for Boston, thy glory is our own!”

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165 Days ‘Til St. Patrick’s Day!!!

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Woohoo!

165 days until the best day of the year.  165 days until I: wake up, greet St. Patrick, ditch work, get sloppy with the dearest of family and friends, eat breakfast, ride in the parade, crash the bar(s) (Celtic Tavern is usually the first and last stop, although one year I made it to McCormick’s), and thank God once again for giving us such a blessed saint!  (Honestly.  Not just because the world uses his day as an excuse to get trashed.) 

irish-flag.png 2008 is a leap year, so there is one extra day to suffer through until we get to celebrate St. Patrick’s feast.  2012 (the year it would have been a Friday) is also on a leap year, which means St. Patrick’s Day won’t fall on a Friday again (as it did in blessed 2006) until 2017.  Too bad.  It falls on a Saturday in 2012 (as it did in 2007), which is always fun because the parade actually falls on the holiday.

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Eireann Go Braugh!

Dia Duit!

Slainte!

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There are many reasons for drinking;                

One has just entered my head;                       

If a man doesn’t drink when he’s living,         

How the hell can he drink when he’s dead? 

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I’ve drunk to your health in the pubs;

I’ve drunk to your health in my home;

I’ve drunk to your health so many times,

That I’ve almost ruined my own!

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Red Eye

Aaaaccchh!  Tired people are supposed to be able to sleep.  I’m fucking tired.  I can’t sleep.  My mom is hooked on sleeping pills.  I take them when I go to her home, and she usually offers me one or two.  I take them.  I take them from everyone I can, but then I down them and they’re gone.  Dammit!!

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Denver

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Jim Morrison

What was it about this guy!?  Why was I not alive and dating him in 1965?   “Wake up!  Wake up!  Wake up!”  He would be the quintessential man.  Sexy, artistic, philosophical, a little expatriotic, poetic, passionate, unfaithful, audacious, reckless, addicted.  (Sigh.)  Maybe in another lifetime….

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Blogging Kind of Sucks

I was so excited to start this silly blog.  I feel like I rarely experience anything completely brand spanking new anymore. I often hear about how cool it is to have a personal online journal.  Besides, bona fide spiral-bound paper journals never receive a proper showing of privacy (which at nine years old was a hard lesson for me). 

There is absolutely nothing personal about this thing.  I knew this going in, of course.  I just didn’t expect to be so wary.  If I write anything remotely personal, it’s a public window into the private recesses of my thoughts.  I can’t write about anything unreservedly or with substance.

I see this as an indication that I lead a secretive life.  It’s split and dissected and lopped every which way depending on the setting and characters.  Family, friends, work, school, religion, getting fucked up.  Expectations and omissions are a part of every circle.  They almost become a game, which is interesting.  At work, many people walk into the office and formulate an instant and complete notion of the person they see in front of them.  Through words or behavior, they reveal their perception within seconds.  She’s skinny…stereotypical secretary with the starched shirt and tight bun…aww, she’s shy, she must be nice…quietly devoted employee who eats, sleeps, and breathes to write letters and file papers all day long…etc.  The refreshing client is the one who sits down and, rather than making small chit chat, begins a meaningful conversation.  There must be people who remain consistent in every setting, but I don’t know.  Of the people I know, my sister would seem the closest.  Once in a blue moon though, she reveals a vulnerable or irrational side that blindsides anyone in her proximity. 

There must be a strong evolutionary advantage in being able to think so quickly on one’s toes.  Scan a situation, process, analyze, spit out a course of action.  All within a fraction of a second!  Quick recognition, classification, and judgment are advantageous traits.  Humans are extraordinarily adaptive, but the irony is that this allows us to be extraordinarily narrow-minded.  I get tired living in this world that rewards conformity and ostracizes genuine authenticity, which is often less than glittering.  The concept of questioning one’s surroundings or challenging a norm is praised.  The actual application of said concept is not.  Masks and mirrors allow us to get by in a world that routinely shuns any showing of realism.  To me, the sloppy, unraveled, plain facets of life are perfection.  We all get reduced to the same common denominator eventually.  The ones who’ve spent a lifetime (me?) building up a bullet-proof facade are going to have a hard time of things.

I guess that’s why the sixties seem so appealing.  It seems like a brief flash where people were allowed to dissent, protest, call down institutions, dress oddly, or smell bad without threat of social hanging & quartering.  Then again, my parents say prejudice and inequality were rampant.  People were fighting it though, you know?  They weren’t fighting it neatly and according to proper social conventions, like now.  They were fighting it with grit and tenacity.  They were determined to make a difference.  It seems for every two steps forward, we take at least one back.  Rrg.

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