my sweet boy

Your Score: Katharine Hepburn

You scored 11% grit, 28% wit, 57% flair, and 9% class!

You are the fabulously quirky and independent woman of character. You go your own way, follow your own drummer, take your own lead. You stand head and shoulders next to your partner, but you are perfectly willing and able to stand alone. Others might be more classically beautiful or conventionally woman-like, but you possess a more fundamental common sense and off-kilter charm, making interesting men fall at your feet. You can pick them up or leave them there as you see fit. You share the screen with the likes of Spencer Tracy and Cary Grant, thinking men who like strong women.

Find out what kind of classic leading man you'd make by taking the Classic Leading Man Test.

Link: The Classic Dames Test written by gidgetgoes on OkCupid Free Online Dating, home of the The Dating Persona Test

...Hunh. Who knew?


I've spent the last who knows how long playing solitaire, and Christ Almighty, if I didn't lose the last fifteen hands. FIFTEEN.

I've been sitting here, losing miserably until I could crawl out of my skin, pondering why I'm putting every other Tori album on Kid Sister, but not the newest, but mostly with the pondering about my inability to fit in. Anywhere. I'm feeling an awful lot like that puzzle piece you keep thinking will fit perfectly in this one spot, only you realize that it's slightly different and thus will never fit where you keep trying to put it. Which, one might argue, might just mean find some place else to fit in, yes? It. Doesn't. Work. It's the same thing, over and over again. So close, yet so very far. At times it's kind of interesting to realize how other people see you, and sometimes you just feel like a freak. Mostly I end up somewhere in the middle, particularly when I'm around someone who so easily fits in, no matter how much of an ass they seem to make of themselves at times.

Of course, it doesn't help when I get left behind to suffer at the hands of the incredibly difficult to understand freaky guy while the coworkers wander around, chatting like they're the bestest of best friends. This guy was so hard to understand, I couldn't even figure out whether to "uh-huh" or "nu-uh" in order to be rid of him sooner. And wouldn't you know, he starts hitting on me. He won't let me politely leave, he won't even let me just walk off, and because they're off chatting away so far away that I can't even FIND them, I can't just walk off and uh, hide, until he goes away. What the fuck, guys? You two stand around so he can't bother the both of you without messing with the other one as well, but the moment he wanders back to pharmacy, you disappear, leaving me to get cornered. What. The. Hell.

... I'm tired of not fitting in. I'm tired in general, but that always happens on Saturdays, and I'm cranky in general. Still doesn't make certain things any easier, even if you know you're hormonally insane.

I guess I'll go finish my Dresden novel. Finished Falling [Christopher Pike] yesterday. Not bad, but not as good as I thought it would be based on all the praise heaped upon the cover. The dialog was a bit stiff/cold, and it wasn't necessarily a character trait like some of his previous stuff that pulled the same thing. *shrug*