Another online personality test—the Medieval Vocational Personality test:

Your distinct personality, The Benevolent Ruler might be found in most of the thriving kingdoms of the time. You are the idealistic social dreamer. Your overriding goal is to solve the people problems of your world. You are a social reformer who wants everyone to be happy in a world that you can visualize. You are exceptionally perceptive about the woes and needs of humankind. You often have the understanding and skill to readily conceive and implement the solutions to your perceptions. On the positive side, you are creatively persuasive, charismatic and ideologically concerned. On the negative side, you may be unrealistically sentimental, scattered and impulsive, as well as deviously manipulative. Interestingly, your preference is just as applicable in today's corporate kingdoms.

I start the new job tomorrow and should be in bed by now. I'll be amazed if I can sleep tonight though since I spent most of the day in bed because of some yummy cuddling....

Izzy was the first to word it right for me:

Izzbot: so now you're getting in this quandary where you're not sure if you should trust yourself....

Updated: Halloween party

Once again I have the dilemma of how to write about people who will potentially see it. For now my best answer is to still write as openly as I would otherwise.

8:30am... I finish working on this page for the 'night'. There's finally a design I'm happy with.

I did a search for "font geneva" looking for a place to download that font if it's available. My number one result was:

Who wants to be a Gastroenterologist?
Test your Irritable Bowel Syndrome and Inflammatory Bowel Disease trivia knowledge.

"I figure that if people are that determined to have no life, then more power to them. and I won't have to worry about them breeding anytime soon, since they probably don't have a snowball's chance in hell of getting a date."

I had a dream that I ordered pistachio almond ice cream with chopped pickles mixed in. The scary part is that this was available to order.

Okay, my roommate is loud. I woke up to her yelling, "DUMBASS CAT!!" and then she kept me awake with her sewing of all things...

Don't try to flirt with a girl when she can smell you've been drinking. And especially don't act like it. I'm just glad puppy-boy didn't try to follow me home or anything...

I stole the word 'reeli' today. Now I get to use it:

I reeli love my silver vinyl dress. I can't help looking good in it... (and Broadway street people can't help noticing either.) And it makes swooshy sounds when I walk.

Quote of the day, "I was busy not being Izzy."

I was reading an article on web typography and had to save this quote:

"When designing type for the Web, I don't think much like a typographer. I think like a guy giving a drunken fratboy directions to the International House of Pancakes at 4 a.m."

My Bellevue job got pushed back another week, which ruined what was a pretty good morning... er... afternoon. (So I didn't go to sleep until 7 this morning...)

When it comes to ice cream though, "green" is my flavor.

A note about chocolate

Before any of chocolate fanatics try to convert me, don't bother. I'm already there. Chocolate is great. Chocolate is wonderful, I agree. I'm just not that into plain chocolate. Yes I can fake a great 'being fed expensive dark chocolate' experience when expected, but I won't be going back for more.

Now, chocolate flavored, chocolate-covered, something mixed with chocolate, that's what I love. Chocolate cake, chocolate truffles, raspberry flavored hot chocolate... mmm... raspberry flavored...

Oh yeah, raspberry is definitely my flavor.

I was just thinking, I don't think I know anyone who considers themselves normal. Except Selina, who says that normal is what she is compared to me.

Selina took me grocery shopping on the way home (with a car—whee!) A few isles into the trip he looks into my cart, "Chocolate, chocolate, chocolate, and chocolate. What time of the month is it?"

"Oh... oh yeah," I said. I didn't end up putting any it back though. And I'm not even that into chocolate.

I'm trying to catch up on all of the web-journals I read... especially the Ch/Kris's. I'm on the notify list of each but have been letting them slip by for quite a while... Now I'm wishing I was able to write as much as each of them. I only feel like I'd have that kind of time to write is when there's nothing going on in my life worth writing about.

I'm not wearing all black—I'm wearing blue socks.

I actually turned my computer off last night... I didn't want its humming competing with the sound of the rain outside.

Selina's got me addicted to Pokemon again. Then there's downloading on Napster while playing Pokemon... mmm.... two addictions at once...

I didn't get any particularly great pictures of me in my butterfly wings last night, but there should be plenty of opportunities. Now I'm trying to figure out how to use them to become a Bondage Fairy.

*bounce*bounce*bounce

I got butterfly wings!!

*bounce*bounce*bounce*

Does "Wanna come over and change a light bulb?" fall under bad pickup lines?

Sleeping until the phone rings worked for me for once—I got the job!! And I don't start until Tuesday, after my two major club nights. I've never had such good job luck before!

Cats like fish.

Three cats are making me very aware of this fact.

Olives too.

I Minxie I: my borg implant is functioning within acceptable parameters today
Styrdyst: does that make you perfect or normal? i forget..
I Minxie I: it makes me always right. perfect is the state all borg seek to attain. normal is what I am compared to you
I Minxie I: =)~

Jake just said that I'm obsessed with the Vogue. (Let me add this to the list of Jake-logic......) After explaining to him why it's perfectly reasonable for me to be there three nights a week (umm... yeah) I remembered a couple Fridays ago when Doug told me that I had to be there or he'd come over and open a can of whoop ass on me.

I said that there was one in my drawer.

He promised to shake it up first even.

There was a bareSquare discussion a few weeks ago about how the "mixed tape experience" is going to be lost with new technology. Well I just made my first "mixed CD" last night and I'm quite proud of it... in fact I might not want to give it up if it wasn't so easy to burn another.

I've done this job on only three hours of sleep before, but right now I can barely think anymore...

I didn't get into makeup the traditional girl way (whatever that is - I assume it has starts with an older sister/friend who knows what they're doing) since I didn't wear any until I was 20. For me it's always been an 'oooh, look at all the *colors*. I want to wear them!'

I almost had the ultimate proof yesterday that the psycho-cat truly is psychotic. I found my entire loaf of bread in the hallway, plastic shredded and one corner chewed into. Turns out Calvin (the gray one) is the one into bread.

Henry (the psychotic one) did run off with my makeup brushes again though. Looks like I get to take a trip to Garden Botanika this week/end to replace those, my purple mascara, and oh probably a new color of eye shadow or two...

I took a free sample they were handing out on the street, but it turned out to be microwave popcorn... ick. I can smell the salty butter-powder through the plastic. You'd have to be the kind of person who eats equal packets in restaurants while waiting for their food to like something like that.

Wednesday night. Vogue.

...

Someone in the office was plotting to put something icky in an empty bag of Milano cookies that was left out. Sardines were suggested but the smell would give it away.

I think I'm supposed to find it strange that I can recognize my friends by their meow at my window.

Wow, this company's the last place I expected to have a Cure discussion. It started the same way as Hardware.com – IT guy comes to install software, notices my music – but the woman who hired me went to one of their shows? I never expected that one.

There's a group being led around the office and being told things about the company. I don't know what it's about but it makes me think of a field trip for adults.

I'm so overdressed for work. I love it.

(shimmery and velvety)

I had a dream that I was boiling candy corn to make it crunchy!

"So far your dinner's been animal crackers, red vines, and ice cream—dream dinner for a five year-old!" – Selina

Once again, when I finally have money, there are no bus passes left in Seattle!!!

I feel awkward walking into a store and realizing that I'm dressed entirely from that store. I wonder if they notice....

My Hello Kitty blacklight nail polish seems to be a very very dark blue in the daylight. (so there.)

bikepoet: i need to eat more vegs
stari: you need to eat more vegetarians?
bikepoet: lol... definitely!!

I said I would never paint my fingernails black, but this is Hello Kitty blacklight reactive black. Exceptions must be made....

Tofu cheese - it really rilly tastes like the processed cheese slices it's made to look like! (Not that processed cheese slices have much resemblance to real cheese in the first place, but they both make a good grilled cheese sandwich.)

I can't be the only one who saw the email subject (off of Webgrrls), '(discuss) Win ME' and thought someone was offering themselves. In fact every time I see "Win ME" I read it that way.

Wow, I guess I type fast....

I also got a 3.93 on the Pokemon "fun test": "Demonstrates a clear understanding of many advanced concepts within this topic. Appears capable of mentoring others on most projects in this area."

I didn't feel like sleeping last night so I talked to Andrew until 4... He had a piece of glitter on his shirt so we talked about sparkles except that he called them 'sprinkles' which kept making me think of what you put on ice cream.

I'm so tired I'm having a conversation with myself online.

I am tired.

Who came up with Non Dairy Creamer: the office staple?

*Tries to put non dairy creamer in a stapler.* I must be tired.

I seem to have injured my foot, though I can't remember in the slightest how I might have done it. I'm not used to it being hurt, and I keep trying to take off at top speed as usual, which is going to result in me falling flat on my face pretty soon.

The competition for under my bed was resolved Tuesday night when the boys decided to share it. They moved everything out, got under, and marked off their area with my black tape. Now I'm not allowed to put anything in either of their spaces—the entire under-bed.

Unfortunately my Chococat is not chocolate flavored as the name suggests....

'I have no interest in Sanrio products. I have no interest in Sanrio products' - repeat to self indefinitely.

So I just happened to buy an adorable Chococat on a keychain because it reminded me of my black cat. Next thing I know I'm in the Sanrio section of Uwajimaya wanting to grab every Chococat product I see, and of course that Batz Maru lunchbox. I left with a Chococat address book and miniature notebook.