waiting for the golden age

ENTP

risk taker, easy going, outgoing, social, open, rule breaker, thrill seeker, life of the party, comfortable in unfamiliar situations, appreciates strangeness, disorganized, adventurous, talented at presentation, aggressive, attention seeking, experience junky, insensitive, adaptable, not easily offended, messy, carefree, dangerous, fearless, careless, emotionally stable, spontaneous, improviser, always joking, player, wild and crazy, dominant, acts without thinking, not into organized religion, pro-weed legalization

favored careers:

dictator, computer consultant, international spy, tv producer, philosopher, comedian, music performer, it consultant, figher pilot, politician, diplomat, entertainer, game designer, bar owner, freelance writer, creative director, strategist, news anchor, professional skateboarder, airline pilot, comic book artist, college professor, private detective, mechanical engineer, lecturer, ambassador, astronomer, research scientist, judge, web developer, scholar, fbi agent, cia agent, electrical engineer, assassin

disfavored careers:

personal assistant, wedding planner, travel agent, secretary, interior decorator, clerical employee, government employee, social worker, pre school teacher, copy editor, child care worker, hospitality worker, occupational therapist, home maker

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I wonder what Elizabeth I was.

travel, trouble, music, art...

travel
I leave in a scant eleven days. I can't describe how relieved I'll be.

trouble
Just walked into a door and bent my glasses and my face. I'm not sure whether I'm more annoyed at myself for being such a klutz, or for the door's existence. Probably the former.

music
The Killers' new album sucks balls, but I don't tell C that. Coincidentally, we're not speaking right now after he pulled a "I'm not explaining myself because we're so different you'd never get it" tantrum. Stupid, stupid boy.

art
Found a piece of art I did in late primary school. I marvel - did I really do that? A picture of my namesake - peaches. And leaves. They're pretty. Wrote a slightly impassioned rant on how much someone else's work sucks. Well, comparatively impassioned. I seem to be exuding a lot of disdain and jaded cynicism these days. Doesn't look good on me, I know. I should write more, if that's the kind of crap they're publishing.

love, slightly confusedly,
me

my boyfriend's (wanting me) back and he's gonna make trouble...

the title says a lot, I think.

Revs exam was fantastiche, I think. Hoping I did well enough on the France historiography and Russian essay, but I *know* I blitzed France short answer and Russia photograph. Damn right, better have. Recalling the paper next year so I can frame the goddamn thing.

I'm done - I feel fantastic! Am going to buy some makeup to celebrate :D

do you want my presence or need my help?

fallin' at your feet has never been harder.

Crowded House was fantastic. Two encores, an interesting intermission involving greyhounds and a completely overpriced shirt. I got closer to Neil than I thought I'd ever be, but my god CW fans can't dance for SHIT. Then again, most of us are stodgy types.

I saw my old history teacher with his son, but we never exchanged words.

Stuff ended and stuff started. Can't go into it now but all in all I think I played a good game. Rather safe and somewhat defensive but he fucked himself on the offensive. Fucking Sicilian game. Loser. I'm kind of smug and slightly ashamed at the same time, but his timing blows like a cheap whore. Apres exams, you tasteless wank.

That said, Crowded House is still making me very, very happy. Sigh. Private Universe to open, a star-flecked Don't Dream It's Over, a lovely rendition of Pour Le Monde and that ladidadidah song that I can never remember the name of. The little bit of 'Farewell, Goodbye, Auf Wederhsen Goodnight' was very sweet, too :) Fall At Your Feet was of course a banging' highlight - and pounding snatch of Locked Out in the first encore. I liked Something So Strong better than I thought I would, and the singalong was sweet.

Better Be Home Soon was a lovely cap to the night.

*swoon*

Thought I saw someone that night, but maybe not. Cancelled a playdate with C but wondering if I did the right thing. Not like we'd have done much work, but I kinda want a hug right now. Oh well. Apres exams, sweetheart. After the flood.

xx

you'd have said I needed appeasing when I started to cry

"You don't need to change, I didn't become your friend because I saw your potential as a person, it was because I saw you as you were. There is absolutely nothing that you have to do. My email wasn't telling you to change, just explaining why I kind of broke down a bit on the train."

Aw :)

C is being a sweetheart, he is. I need to be a bit nicer to him though - four hours of sleep and a cultivated bitch persona to acquaintances is no reason to ignore him for a day. poor boy... ah there.

in other news, Becca Pressed Shimmer powders are the BOMB. a $56 bomb, but, um, there you have it. bought one (Nefertiti) with some birthday money and now want more but am poor :(

xx