You are Wrath!
Which Homunculus Are You?
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YAY! I'm pissed off and really cute!
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BWAHAHAHAHA! Commence destruction.
I have embarked on writing the Ed/Envy/Roy smut that was requested of me, and goddamn if it isn't going to end up being my OT3! Hee! It's just so much fun. I'm not sure if I wanna take it and be serious (cause I could), or take it and be humorous (cause I could do that, too), or if I just let this one flow and then worry about the next few, 'cause there will be more. It's just too delightful not to write more.
You are the rare, the overlooked, yet incredibly useful dodecahedron: the d12. You are a creative, romantic soul. You often act without thinking, but make up for your lack of plans with plenty of heart. You easily solve problems that stump others, but your answers tend to put you into even deeper trouble. You write long, detailed backgrounds for all your characters, and are most likely to dress up as one or get involved in cos-play. You can be silly at times and are easily distracted by your own day dreams, but are at the end of the day you're someone who can be depended on.
...I'm weirder than 96% of the population, according to this quiz. I can't say that it's an accurate judge of weird; they didn't even ask me about the mating habits of domestic rats, the genderblending appeal of visual kei, why all Roman Catholic priests need to be molested, or the best ways to salvage roadkill...
I suppose not everyone can keep up.
*is off to find a purity quiz*
EDIT: I'm only 25.4% pure ON AVERAGE (out of three quizzes)... Wow, I didn't think I was that dirty.
The Animal Spirit!
What was your job in a past life? (LOTS of results & Anime Pics)
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And a dramatic writing of a Paul-sensei quote on Albert Schweiter's view of Jesus:
The dark-haired, balding professor paused in front of the board, the white piece of chalk still gripped in his hand as he took a long moment to survey the classroom. "Jesus was wrong," he said softly, emphasizing each word. "The Kingdom of God didn't come. He realized this as he was crucified: 'My God, my God, why has thou forsaken me?' Jesus died a deluded apocalyptic fanatic."
Yeah, I'm going to a seminary where the professors occasionally tell us things like that about Jesus. Damn, that's cool.
Go me, go!
(I'm gonna do my research after chapel, ok? I'm not being a complete loser.)
Man, so far all the research that I have done just makes me feel terrible and wish that a)free-range organic meat wasn't so damned expensive, b)I had the time, money, and location to hunt my food, or c)I had the balls to go vegetarian (which I probably would consider more if meat-substitute stuff wasn't so expensive). It's really not the concept of meat that I have a problem with-- things die, I eat them-- it's the practice of industrial ranching. *sigh*
I don't think Tom and I are communicating well.
We were walking about moving out of this apartment and into the new one, and I'm like, "OK, we rent a U-Haul, throw everything in it, and we can be completely moved in a day!"
And Tom went, "Well, we can move into the new place whenever we want-- since we have the keys now-- but since we also have this apartment for the entire month of December, we can move slowly, piece by piece, until classes are over."
Me: "But... how are we going to move things piece by piece if we don't have say, a truck? We can't move the furniture in a car, Tom, and I don't see the sense in renting a U-Haul more than once, considering the price."
Tom: "...oh, yeah. I suppose I didn't think of that."
But then a little while later, I heard him on the phone with someone saying that "we're planning on taking our time...you know, moving slowly since there's no reason to rush."
*smashes head into wall*
I told him and told him that I hate living in transition, that I just want to get this done and over with as soon and as quickly as possible. His response to this is to suggest that "one of us can stay at this old apartment, to guard our stuff while we move slowly."
No, Tom, I don't think you get it. I WANT TO GET THIS OVER WITH QUICKLY AND SOON. (God, Tom's actually acting like a sterotypical man; who'd've thunk it?)
Also, if one person stays behind at the old place for a month, while everyone else is living together in the new, it seems to me that there is a chance for the three to form a little triumvirate, and accidentally "exclude" the fourth who joins later. (You know what I mean?)
I should probably go sing now.
Oh, yeah... randomness:
You are pansexual.
What is your sexual orientation?
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Feeling a bit odd after Jenny left... melancholy, I guess. A little off-kilter. Still kinda wound up about leaving Northland-- although I'm sure all of you reading this are wishing I'd just freakin' graduate already and stop whining about being afraid. (I'm kidding. I don't think you guys are actually thinking that... or at least I hope not. ^_~)
I guess I'm a little tripped out because I realized-- making a connection with David Saetre's sermon for the UU's about three months ago-- that I'm afraid because, in a sense, I'm dying. Change is a small death... and we're not taught very well how to cope with the death of a way of living and understanding the world.
I need to make a list of crap I need to do in the next two weeks. (Loan exit interview, check up on cap and gown, reservations for stupid lunch thing, get boxes, start packing, wash items before they get packed, make sure at least unoffical transcripts get mailed to seminary, pay Jenny for bike and floppy drive, talk to Angela's David about meeting up with him in the Cities, talk to other David and misc other professors...)
I just looked at my calender and nearly threw up on it. That's not a good sign. Maybe I'll talk to David Saetre sooner.
God, make me brave for life: oh, braver than this!
Let me straighten after pain, as a tree straightens after the rain,
Shining and lovely again.
God, make me brave for life; much braver than this.
As the blown grass lifts, let me rise
From sorrow with quiet eyes,
Knowing Thy way is wise.
God, make me brave, life brings
Such blinding things.
Help me to keep my sight;
Help me to see aright
That out of dark comes light.
- Author Unknown
( And now for something completely different. )
Does this mean I get a cute blonde semi-demonic follower and his not-actually-related jewel-witch sister? Or that I get to rig the results of the Apocalypse?
I get a killer wardrobe!
( Yet another thought that would make a certain someone squawk and cringe... and then beat me. )
You're The Fellowship of the Ring!
by J.R.R. Tolkien
Facing great adversity, you have decided that your only choice is to unite with your friends and neighbors. You have been subject to a ton of squabbling and ultimately decided that someone humble is your best candidate for a dangerous mission.
You're quite good with languages and convinced that not all who wander are lost. If you see anyone in black robes on horseback, just run. That's just common sense.
Take the Book Quiz
at the Blue Pyramid.