I very rarely post quiz results, but this confirmed my belief that I'm a major dork.

Outcast Genius 73 % Nerd, 69% Geek, 73% Dork

For The Record: A Nerd is someone who is passionate about learning/being smart/academia. A Geek is someone who is passionate about some particular area or subject, often an obscure or difficult one. A Dork is someone who has difficulty with common social expectations/interactions. You scored better than half in all three, earning you the title of: Outcast Genius. Outcast geniuses usually are bright enough to understand what society wants of them, and they just don't care! They are highly intelligent and passionate about the things they know are *truly* important in the world. Typically, this does not include sports, cars or make-up, but it can on occassion (and if it does then they know more than all of their friends combined in that subject). Outcast geniuses can be very lonely, due to their being outcast from most normal groups and too smart for the room among many other types of dorks and geeks, but they can also be the types to eventually rule the world, ala Bill Gates, the prototypical Outcast Genius. Congratulations! Also, you might want to check out some of my other tests if you're interested in either of the following: Buffy the Vampire Slayer Professional Wrestling Love & Sexuality Thanks Again! — THE NERD? GEEK? OR DORK? TEST

Bad girl. I was tempted, and for the last month or so I've been backsliding. That's right, the burning evil that is soda pop/soft drinks grappled hold of me again. Shame, shame, shame on me, and damn you stomach lining destroyers Pepsi, Barq's Red Creme Soda, 7-Up, and Sprite. (Red Bull, darling dearest, I will still permit one can of you, but only on the weekend. It will be our dirty little secrets, heh.)
As atonement, I bought a case of LaCroix naturally flavoured sparkling water. No sodium, no sugar, no carbs. That doesn't necessarily mean no taste. The Cran-raspberry is actually quite good. (These make wonderful cocktails too, btw. The lime is absolutely perfectly suited for gin.) I like the bubbles. My tummy needs the bubbles. (Rumour as it, there is such a thing as carbonated iced tea in Europe. If someone would be willing to swap some of that with me in exchange for something American, let's talk.)
Speaking of, has anyone ever made iced tea with oolong? I thought I'd ask around before I try it. I don't want to waste any. I'll have to do it on the stove though. *bummer* Pity my sun tea jug with the spout is teh b0rken. It gave the inside of the refridgerator a nice herbal bath, and left me with a not so nice mess :P
I'm trying to lay off the coffee as well (it hurts); tea is a lovely substitute. I don't have to add 3 tablesspoons of sugar and two scoops ice cream to frou frou it up just to make it drinkable. In fact, I like tea naked. That's my perverted fancy way of saying without sugar or cream/milk, don'tcha know ;)
Now, if I can just remember to switch to Sleepy Time Extra a few hours before bed so I can get more than 5 hours of rest a night, I'll be set. Combine that with a glass of wine of some melatonin and I'm out cold. Almost dangerous, really. On second thought, better not. :)

D's (my boss) puppy likes to eat rocks. Ack, dangerous! He really has to keep an eye on her. Her name is Lady Daisy Mae Of Ladywood (or just Daisy, heh). Her eyes remind me of some kind of cool shooter marble for which a kid would go crazy. They are so multi-dimensional. She's a mini-pincher and she's naughty. She beats up on his mini-rat terrier, lovingly, of course :) She imitates him. He gets annoyed when he notices, but it's pretty darn cute. Their ears perk at the word 'treat' like mine do at the word 'internet,' heh.
I watched one of the car dealerships near my office taking down the huge sign on their building advertising the Hummer area of the lot. I wonder if they'll movethem to the back and what is going in that spot in place of them. The dealership stocked a whole bunch of them when the craze began, and now that people are freaking about gas prices, they aren't going anywhere. (I know it isn't as bad here as in other cities though. I think the highest I've seen is $2.89/gallon for regular. I remember when it was 87 cents, and it doesn't seem like all that long ago. We probably won't see those days ever again, eh?)
The rumours of Starbucks and Panera Bread going into the shops for lease by the office have not proven to be true (yet- I'm still holding out since the strip mall hasn't even started construction; there's another building not far from it that is being beautifully bricked in what looks similar to cobblestone- quite pretty). New and different restaurants would be a welcome sight. I get tired of eating the same stuff week after week. I was hoping for something other than fast food, but Rally's has been confirmed. (Their `nanner milkshakes are heavenly.) That's more thrilling than the Autozone that just went up, I guess.
Our [military] defense finance center is one of 5 (4?) in the nation being kept open. I imagine that is a huge relief. They are even adding a few jobs. When I think of new jobs, I remember my ultimate goal which has stalled- getting my cosmetology license and specializing in color correction. I got derailed when my Mistress (ha, that sounds sexual… I mean the lady I apprenticed for, the one training me in various arts) had some personal drama and dropped off the face of the earth. I know where she lives and I could call or stop by, but there's this little voice in the back of my head that says to give it more time (for her sake).
My first real stylist (meaning someone in a nice salon, not one of those quick hack joints in the mall like Supercuts, Borics, Mastercuts, Fantastic Sams, or Great Clips) was an Artec educator. (Basically, that means they know all of Artec's products like the back of their hand, favour them, use them, encourage others to do so, and teach techniques using the brand.) I thought I wanted to do that for a while. I thought their Enamels [dyes] were superior. Shortly after, I developed a MOP and Phyto obsession. In my quest for the perfect product, I settled on Farouk (makers of Biosilk), but I've never worked with their colour, so maybe that is a bit premature.
I also looked into being an educator for Aveda (too nit-picky and strict of a programme for my tastes… everyone I met that was involved with them was a total snot), Kenra (still possible… I sometimes model at their hair shows) and Paul Mitchell (probably not). After my experiences with Kadus (holy crap, stunning, amazing results - my naturally jet black hair lifted to a platinum/champagne blond tint with 20 volume bleach and no toner in one go and was soft and shiny as cornsilk right up until the next appointment, when I switched to another salon that didn't use Kadus, doh! The other used Logics and Matrix- YUCK!), I'm fairly sure Kadus is where my main interest is, though Schwartzkopf is another line I'd like to delve into, deeply. Germany is really superior when it comes to haircare. Who knew?!
I'm a recent fan of Aquage too, but I should learn more about them before giving them a yea or a nay. I have a vague curiousity about L'anza, Kiehl's, Abba, and Scruples too. I would assume they have educators as well, though I don't know. Wouldn't it be fabulous to become a market tester?
All this seems so unreachable. It makes me utterly, completely sad. Since I can't get another student loan (I already have two in default), my options are:
…
marry into money, right? *snort* I don't think I could wed even for love anymore. =P

Good: Your hubby and you agree, no more kids
Bad: You can't find your birth control pills
Ugly: Your daughter borrowed them

Good: Your son studies a lot in his room
Bad: You find several porn movies hidden there
Ugly: You're wife is in them

Good: Your husband understands fashion
Bad: He's a cross dresser
Ugly: He looks better than you

Good: Your son's finally maturing
Bad: He's involved with the woman next door
Ugly: So are you

Good: You give the birds and bees talk to your daughter
Bad: She keeps interrupting
Ugly: With corrections

Good: Your wife's not talking to you
Bad: She wants a divorce
Ugly: She's a lawyer

Good: The postman's early
Bad: He's wearing fatigues and carrying an AK47
Ugly: You complained about late delivery

I had trouble getting into my apartment because of the crowd and the whole area that was roped and taped off. Now inside, at this very moment, I am looking out my apartment window at Willie FUCKING Nelson!!! *waves* Yep, he's playing next door and it is a huge deal. I've never seen a) this much gear in the parking lot, b) this much security. If it had been, say, ten bucks cheaper I'd have gone to see him. I am going to open my window though. The club props the backdoor. I'll try to capture some photos of him too, but they'll only be from the webcam.

That is what I usually say when people ask me how I am on this first day of the week. Today, I'm better than that, even though I started off my day groggy (typical) and running late to work (damn cab). I snagged one of my boyfriend's heavy duty vitamins- these suckers are the size of my thumb, dark green, pungent, and almost fifty bucks a bottle, but they kick my ass (in a good way). I feel pretty good now… should be pissing neon colours any time, heh.
I'm enjoying a nice lunch of moussaka (I don't like its 'cousin' pasticchio though), lemon potatoes, Greek green beans and Greek salad from Khoury's. The beautiful girl I've spied there a few times finally waited on me. She made me forget all about getting dessert for later this afternoon, but they didn't make any kataifi anyway, so no big loss. Her English is lousy, but I don't care; I just like looking at her. She further tongue-tied me, by gushing about my hair- big bonus point for that :) (I recently thinned it out by point cutting and layering. I'm not into movement, but I want more definition. I'm thinking about taking it to a chin length angled bob or A-line cut in a couple of weeks. That would also help with camouflaging my damage after about 3 years of carmelizing it. It is so porous that toner doesn't really hold anymore, and that makes it difficult to end up at the level I want. If I can't ash it up any more next time, I'll probably go with a base red on top. The underside is untouched, so it is silky and healthy. I could start fucking it up too… >:))
I haven't really played online much since last Wednesday, and I've got the itch. The net is on lockdown at the office now, so I can't surf around for my fix and I have to update my journal by email. (Better than nothing, I guess.) After work, I should do something fun on cam… maybe dress up in a sexy little number… (Hrm, I do need new stockings/garters though…) We'll see how I feel at 6 o'clock this evening… I have four more hours of sitting and staring, then about a 40 minute bus trip home to get through. Can I maintain my cheeriness?

Thee boyfriend found out last week that he has Sciatica. He can't really walk much right now and is in constant hurt. They wrote him a script for Vicodin, but it isn't doing anything for the pain. (It sure gave me a great night of sleep after I giggled for a couple of hours, but I'm a lightweight.) They also gave him 800mg ibuprofin to reduce inflammation, which does seem to help him get around from kitchen to couch at least. (It knocked out my mini-migraine the other day too.)
The doc has ordered him to grin and bear it, while taking the pills, for the next 3 months or so, in hopes that the swelling will go down and he won't need back surgery. (Many people get to the point where they can at least manage it by then. They'll have good days and bad when it flares up.) The prospect of surgery terrfies us both. He's unemployed with no insurance! But, worse, he doesn't do well with anesthetics… thinks he may be allergic to them. On two prior ocassions when they were administered, his blood pressure dropped dangerously low and they weren't sure why, what to do, or if he'd make it. He can't have that kind of operation without being put under, ack! And living with this kind of excrusiating pain just isn't an option. (I understand why chronic sufferers would consider something as extreme as suicide after years of living with it.)
I'm waiting on him hand and foot, but I don't mind. We're spending oodles of time in the hot tub too, which is fine by me! I just don't like to see him feeling so bad- not EVER, let alone all the time.
I've found some stretches he can do to help, but if anyone has some other suggestions (someone reading probably has sciatica themself or knows someone that does), please do mention any possibilities. Hmm, I really need to join Netflix to give us something new to watch when we're just lounging around.

The beautiful secretary of the president of a bank goes on a sight-seeing tour with a very rich African king who was a very important client. The client out of the blue asks her to marry him. Naturally, the secretary is quite taken aback. However, she remembers what her boss told her …don't reject the guy outright. So, she tries to think of a way to dissuade the businessman from wanting to marry her.

So, after a few minutes, the woman says to the man, “I will only marry you under three conditions. First, I want my engagement ring to be a 75-carat diamond ring with a matching 200-carat diamond tiara.”

The African king pauses for awhile. Then, he nods his head and says, “No problem! I have. I have.”

Realizing her first condition was too easy the woman says to the man, “I want you to build me a 100-room mansion in New York. As a vacation home, I want a chateau built in the middle of the best wine country in France.”

The African king pauses for awhile. He whips out his cellular phone and calls some brokers in New York and in France. He looks at the woman, nods his head and says, “Okay, okay. I build. I build.”

Realizing that she only has one last condition, the secretary knows that she'd better make this a good one. She takes her time to think and finally she gets an idea. A sure-to-work condition. She squints her eyes, looks at the man and says, rather coldly, “Since I truly enjoy sex, I want the man I marry to be endowed with a 14 inches of manhood.”

The king seems a bit disturbed. He cups his face with his hands and rests his elbows on the table, all the while muttering in native dialect.

Finally, after what seemed like forever, the king shakes his head, looking really sad, and says to the woman, “Okay, okay. I cut. I cut…”

I am just about to start reading Final Scream by Lisa Jackson. I have a feeling it's going to convince me that I'm not nearly as afraid of fire as I should be. I'm actually more terrified of water. I can't put my face under water in the pool or shower. I keep a towel within grabbing distance to get any stray droplets immediately. /end neurosis

Oh, I had an idea for a suspense novel myself, and I'm going to start outlining it. I haven't written in a long time, but the storyline hit me out of nowhere and it's too good to ignore. I can't decide who I actually want the killer to end up being, but everyone is a prime suspect right until the end. Trust no one! That is something I love about the books I've been reading lately.

Speaking of, The Killing Club mystery on the soap opera One Life To Live should be wrapping up this week. I really like the way it has played out and I want to read the book myself. I hope John ultimately chooses Natalie, though Christian is going to be written back in…
I'm not digging the General Hospital storyline with Sam being captured by a queen, forced to pretend to be the princess and marry someone from another kingdom. Meh, almost as bad as when the alien [yes, extraterrestrial] was in Port Charles. Tiring of the Reece/Sonny/Carly/Lorenzo quadrangle too, and definitely ready for Durrant to die. I'm enjoying the sparks between Nikolas and Courtney though, unsure as to whether I'd like them longterm, however. I can't believe I listen to this shit, but I'm hooked.

Okay, I'm not interested in golf at all, but Steve Elkington is on Jim Rome, and listening to him turns me into a pile of goo… everytime he uses the word “mate” (which is at least every other sentence, doh) I just *swoon* . If I hear “you're yanking my sausage mate,” one more time, I might have a wet spot here, haha! Heh, Jim just said, “How do you not like Elk… he likes to drink, he likes to fight…” (He's in rare form today, after having been out for 2 weeks. Damn him for making us put up with Skip Bayliss! *loathe* )

I made sun tea over the weekend, and it is gooooooood. Viva la SplendaT! I drank too much of it yesterday and couldn't sleep until after 2am. Oops. Thee boyfriend is jamming with Mike Farmer & The Bleeders tonight, so I'm free to call it an early night and catch up on ZzZzZzz.

It has been eons (okay, maybe not quite that long) since I've placed a personal ad, but I'm doing it now. I'd forgotten how hard it is to write about yourself… even though that is what I do on my site every day, this is, somehow, different. (No, fellas, sorry, I'm not available. I'm just looking for a female playmate.)
It appears that most of these dating sites all ask for the same information, so I saved a handy little text file with my basics. If you happen to know of one that is outside the norm, by all means, direct me there. Whew, selecting photos is a daunting task when you have literally thousands to choose from.

“Geek Chic”
5'4″ 140lbs Multi hair/green eyes
nose pierced, no tattoos
non-smoker
social drinker
no children
never married

Hobbies/Fun: A lot of people sell themselves short here, claiming they are average and uninteresting. I won't say either, but I fully understand that I'm not everyone's cup of tea (and that's okay). Likewise, I am most intrigued by people of similar subcultures ie rockabilly, emo, punk, goth, skins and other nerds. (I may live in the heart of Broad Ripple, but I'm no sorority bimbo, drunk, or hippie.) For me, opposites don't attract. I run a webcam/blog site, so I spend a lot of time in front of the computer writing, performing and designing, or checking out other camgirls/camwhores. It is a huge part of my life, and definitely something you should be aware of right off the bat, whether you wish to participate or not… especially, considering that I am sometimes recognized in public. When I'm not doing something central to my website, I go out to see bands and have a couple of cocktails (generally @ The Melody Inn). I still find time to read A LOT, however, I must admit it is usually lowbrow chicklit- think trashy paperback novels. I enjoy the Theatre (Phoenix or TOTS), picnics/walks on the Art Museum grounds, thrifting/antiquing, and New Age/Occult/Pagan related events or workshops. I'm not athletically inclined at all (though I do enjoy watching Gymnastics and English Soccer), but I am rather fond of going swing dancing and doing pilates (yet I despise the diet/fitness fanatic trends, because I embrace shapely curves).

Interests/Likes: I adore vintage kitsch (pin-ups, burlesque, melmac etc) and campiness in general. I like porn and computers equally- I am not ashamed of that. Other things near and dear to me are: modern art, architecture/interior decorating, Philosophy (Objectivism/Ayn Rand), Psychology/Forensics/True Crime (serial killers, The Mafia), guitars, kissing, corsetry, cosmetology, The Sims, foreign cultures/cuisine, horror flicks and indie cinema.

Personality: I am genuine and open, but my boldness does not extend to starting or joining a conversation. I know that can cause me to seem unfriendly or aloof, but I'm just overly shy. If you engage me, I'm more receptive. I'm quick witted, slightly sarcastic and obscure (think MST3k) when it comes to humour. I also have a healthy dose of both empathy and cynicism.

What I'm Looking For: To be perfectly honest, SEX. (To hell with double standards… Why is it okay for men to say that, but inappropriate for women?) That doesn't mean I'm a jerk about it. When I say 'friends with benefits' I truly mean that. We go out, we do things, we have fun, we go to bed together. We're !@#$ buddies and girls who can count on eachother for pretty much anything.
I have to advise you that I do have a boyfriend. Please, don't let that scare you off. He is NOT going to watch us or be involved with us, unless you expressly request this. Also, he is well aware that I am actively looking for a female playmate. There is no deception or coersion here, nor will there ever be- you can rely on that.