The Weile Woods
Month
Upon opening my school email account today, I found a message from the yearbook staff asking me about my hometown.
Uh… I don’t really have one. My dad’s a marine, we move every three years so I’ve never really chosen a home “town”. When people ask me where I’m from, I say “America” because, well, it’s true. When they ask me to be more specific, I say Virginia because that is the state where my heart belongs. When they ask me where my family is, I can tell them California, but I’ve only personally lived there for three months, my family’s been there for a year. When they ask me where I lived most recently I loathe to tell them because… I don’t want to be considered from there.
I don'thavea hometown, I think of my life differently. I think of who I was in each place of my life. Choosing one would be denying a part of who I am and I’m too INFJ (apparently) to not fully explain myself.
So… I’m from my mother’s womb. I’m from God’s Green Earth.
And I am Introverted-Intuitive-Feeling-Judging.
The percentage was only slight on everything except Feeling, which was a 70% match. Which means I’m an emotional puddle just FULL OF ALL THE FEELS. ALL OF THEM. Sob stories get me every time.
I’ve never had a personality test match me this well, ever. Not even when I was paired up with Kakashiwat.
Seriously though, this has me pegged so well it’s freaky.
An artist website dedicated entirely to copic markers???
Like I really need another reason to feed my addiction, BUT I JOINED ANYWAY.
My Little Pony “Friendship Is Magic” For Orchestra
To read all about this arrangement
go here. And be sure to check out my
other theme songs.
I’m going to live a happy life now.
Kind of had a “clever girl” moment in Target today… and I feel like bragging.
In walked this living cliche of the sweaty gamer, drinking one of those “Bawls” energy drinks. When he finished, instead of simply tossing the bottle he stuck it in one of the pockets of a pair of jeans for sale. Now, today was unseasonably warm and I tend to go a little… haywire when it’s hot. So, I grabbed the bottle, marched over to him, stuffed it in his hand and said, “Excuse me, sir, but I do believe you left your Bawls behind. I figured you might want them back because without them you’re just a dick.”
Not sure if I should be proud of myself or thanking God he didn’t kill me because this guy was at least 6'3".
Either way…
