I clicked on a link in my friend's buddy info on him AIM profile, and it took me to a Johari Window. It instructed me to chose 5-6 personality traits I thought best described him. After that, it showed me a window, combing my answer with those answers of other people who had filled it out for him, and also with his answers for himself. It created a grid, showing what trait he thought he had, which ones he knew about and that others agreed with, which ones he kept hidden from others, and which ones he didn't realize he had. It was so cool! So I'm going to put a link to it below, and then a link to the final product. No fair clicking on the grin one first, you need to fill it out! It only takes a minute or so, so do it! After you fill mine out, make one for yourself and post the link in a comment. :o)
Fill out my Johari Window
Then, see the results
P.S. I get to go HOME this weekend!!!!!
Thursday, October 25, 2007
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
For Erin
Erin, here is your blog:
Here is a series of entertaining things that happened to me today:
1. This morning, after showering, I was flipping my hair over to spritz some curl definer in my hair. I misjudged how close I was to this wire rack thing I have in my room, and clocked myself in the head so hard that I fell over. I cried while laughing.
2. Jamerson, this kid I worked with at Freedom School text messaged me. I haven't heard from him since I fed him a very lame excuse to avoid going on a date (it wasn supposed to be friends going to get something to eat, then it got all creepy and date-ish, so I canceled last minute). My Social Policy class took about 15 minutes to discuss ways to blow him off without making it awkward in case we work together again next summer.
3. I got my Social Policy midterm back with a note that said, "Suzzy- your passion is wonderful, but calling someone a 'stupid, soulless asshole with no morals' isn't the style of writing that will be effective in policy analysis discussions, no matter how true it may be." HAHA, I love Kathy Powell
4. I was decorating the windows in the SGA office with window paint. The white one wouldn't work very well, so I gave it a squeeze. Perhaps it was a very firm squeeze. The spongy top came off, shooting white paint all over the window, Brandon's desk, and me. my jeans are white; very white.
5. A guy in my ballet class informed me that he was looking forward to the SGA mixer because he could dance with me and "rub up on that big ol' white girl booty." Hm. I'll keep you posted on my new creepster ballerina friend.
I'm now taking applications for a videographer. You must follow me around, constantly recording me on video. When something rediculous happens, I will send it in to America's Funniest Home Videos (or a similar competition), and I will split the winnings with you (80% / 20%, of course). Erin, I expect the application with a sample of your video recording work, as well as a 200-word essay entitled "100 Reasons Why I Love Suzzy and Want to Be Her," within the next 7-10 business days. You will be paid in Oreos. You'll like that....fatass. LOVE YOU!
-Suzerrific
Here is a series of entertaining things that happened to me today:
1. This morning, after showering, I was flipping my hair over to spritz some curl definer in my hair. I misjudged how close I was to this wire rack thing I have in my room, and clocked myself in the head so hard that I fell over. I cried while laughing.
2. Jamerson, this kid I worked with at Freedom School text messaged me. I haven't heard from him since I fed him a very lame excuse to avoid going on a date (it wasn supposed to be friends going to get something to eat, then it got all creepy and date-ish, so I canceled last minute). My Social Policy class took about 15 minutes to discuss ways to blow him off without making it awkward in case we work together again next summer.
3. I got my Social Policy midterm back with a note that said, "Suzzy- your passion is wonderful, but calling someone a 'stupid, soulless asshole with no morals' isn't the style of writing that will be effective in policy analysis discussions, no matter how true it may be." HAHA, I love Kathy Powell
4. I was decorating the windows in the SGA office with window paint. The white one wouldn't work very well, so I gave it a squeeze. Perhaps it was a very firm squeeze. The spongy top came off, shooting white paint all over the window, Brandon's desk, and me. my jeans are white; very white.
5. A guy in my ballet class informed me that he was looking forward to the SGA mixer because he could dance with me and "rub up on that big ol' white girl booty." Hm. I'll keep you posted on my new creepster ballerina friend.
I'm now taking applications for a videographer. You must follow me around, constantly recording me on video. When something rediculous happens, I will send it in to America's Funniest Home Videos (or a similar competition), and I will split the winnings with you (80% / 20%, of course). Erin, I expect the application with a sample of your video recording work, as well as a 200-word essay entitled "100 Reasons Why I Love Suzzy and Want to Be Her," within the next 7-10 business days. You will be paid in Oreos. You'll like that....fatass. LOVE YOU!
-Suzerrific
Saturday, October 13, 2007
Love? Think. Comment. Let's Dialogue.
I'm beginning this post without really knowing what it's about. I'm just in one of those write-about-something moods, I guess.
I'm nearly halfway through Jonathan Safran Foer's first book (he edited one before, but this is his first novel), Everything is Illuminated. You may have heard of the movie; if you haven't, rent it. I'd like to suggest the book to you, but no one seems to make time for fiction novels. I certainly do. In the book, there are a couple of quotes that I love:
"...and everything was held up as another small piece of proof that i can be this way, it doesn't have to be that way; if there is no love in the world, we will make a new world, and we will give it heavy walls, and we will furnish it with soft red interiors, from the inside out, and give it a knocker that resonates like diamond falling to a jeweler's felt so that we should never hear it. Love me, because love doesn't exist, and I have tried everything that does (p. 82)."
and also:
"And when she said, Father, I love you, she was neither naive nor dishonest, but the opposite: she was wise and truthful enough to lie (p. 83)."
I am not sure why the first quote strikes me the way it does, but...it does. The second, however, is possibly the most painfully honest line in any book I have ever read. So often, we lie to people because we love them...or perhaps because we don't. Do we even know what love is? It's so complicated when we break it down (or build it up, or stack it sideways, or diagonally, or whichever way we create our notions of love). The entire relationship between the characters of that father and daughter (He is not biologically her father; he took her in right after she was born, when he was in his seventies, because her parents were killed in an accident. He never told her) was made up of a muddled notion of love. Love was never found between the two, but instead, they loved the idea of loving one another. Is that what love is? Are we all just really in love with loving others? It's something to think about. I'm not saying that love doesn't exist, but with what are we in love? Perhaps we are all just in love with love instead of people. This is not to sound callous; I am in no way saying I do not love my family and friends. I'm just thinking, and I hope I have inspired you to do the same.
From my unclear beginning, I think I'm satisfied with the finished post. I hope you are, too.
Comment. I know you read it, so leave me your thoughts.
- le suz
I'm nearly halfway through Jonathan Safran Foer's first book (he edited one before, but this is his first novel), Everything is Illuminated. You may have heard of the movie; if you haven't, rent it. I'd like to suggest the book to you, but no one seems to make time for fiction novels. I certainly do. In the book, there are a couple of quotes that I love:
"...and everything was held up as another small piece of proof that i can be this way, it doesn't have to be that way; if there is no love in the world, we will make a new world, and we will give it heavy walls, and we will furnish it with soft red interiors, from the inside out, and give it a knocker that resonates like diamond falling to a jeweler's felt so that we should never hear it. Love me, because love doesn't exist, and I have tried everything that does (p. 82)."
and also:
"And when she said, Father, I love you, she was neither naive nor dishonest, but the opposite: she was wise and truthful enough to lie (p. 83)."
I am not sure why the first quote strikes me the way it does, but...it does. The second, however, is possibly the most painfully honest line in any book I have ever read. So often, we lie to people because we love them...or perhaps because we don't. Do we even know what love is? It's so complicated when we break it down (or build it up, or stack it sideways, or diagonally, or whichever way we create our notions of love). The entire relationship between the characters of that father and daughter (He is not biologically her father; he took her in right after she was born, when he was in his seventies, because her parents were killed in an accident. He never told her) was made up of a muddled notion of love. Love was never found between the two, but instead, they loved the idea of loving one another. Is that what love is? Are we all just really in love with loving others? It's something to think about. I'm not saying that love doesn't exist, but with what are we in love? Perhaps we are all just in love with love instead of people. This is not to sound callous; I am in no way saying I do not love my family and friends. I'm just thinking, and I hope I have inspired you to do the same.
From my unclear beginning, I think I'm satisfied with the finished post. I hope you are, too.
Comment. I know you read it, so leave me your thoughts.
- le suz
Friday, October 12, 2007
today's the day!
So...today's the day of my big exciting event! I can't talk about it on here, because I am learning I have far more readers than I thought, and some (one) of those readers can't know about my big exciting event! I will, however, post an update on how it went on Sunday or Monday.
SHEEEEEEEESH I'm stoked!!!!!!
Ugh, so those of you who know what it is, don't ruin it and call that person (obviously, for those of you who have that person's number).
By the way, I finally put in my new belly ring. I thought it would be horrible and painful, but it just slipped right in! I know it takes a about a year for navel piercings to heal, but I think my tension ring had these scratches in it that irritated the piercing. But it's super cute! It's silver with a little light green jewel at the top and a bigger one on the bottom. It's very classic, which is what I wanted. I hate those huge, dangly, bling bling bullcraps with Playboy bunnies and other stupid things hanging down to my crotch. They look trashy.
In other news, the old lady I bought my poncho from at the Burlington Apple Festival delivered it to my house yesterday. I paid her more than she asked (she custom made it for me, made me extra stuff, AND delivered it to my house within a week!), and she got this teary-eyed thank you look in her eyes. Holy cow, I love old people! She said she simply couldn't take it, so I told her to put it in the collection plate at church on Sunday (she looked like a church lady). She was so cute and gave me a big hug and told me she'd pray for me. It makes me want to hand out $20s to every old lady I see. The poncho's kinda nerdy, but with the right outfit, I could rock it. Right now, I just wear it around the house. I LOVE this thing; it's like a blanket that I don't have to hold around myself! Genius!
Mr roommate, Kelly, keeps coming in here to ask about citation in APA format. She's cracking me up. I really love doing that type of stuff. Aside from making people smile, editing is my favorite thing to do. I'm really good at it, and not many people are, I'm finding. I figured writing a paper was the easier thing in the world for everyone to do, but I guess it's a skill a lot of people haven't really honed. I love all things regarding language; I get excited about speech, fiction writing, professional writing, and especially ripping someone's paper apart with a red pen in my hand. It's a kind of thrill that I don't get from doing anything else. I'm glad I'll be able to help people (my first and greatest passion and love), while writing and editing all the time (my second greatest passion and love). I'll have to write and edit grants throughout my career, which is a valuable skill to have. A lot of organizations would pay pretty much anything to have a quality grant-writer on staff.
Ok, I think I'm going to shower, do my nails, and, weather-pending, straighten my hair. I'm going to have to look cute tonight (par-tay!), so I'll have to check to see the frizz factor before I devote 45 minutes to straightening my hair, only to have it wave back up the second I step outside.
Until next time, keep those spirits up and smiles on!
XOXO,
Suzanne Marie
SHEEEEEEEESH I'm stoked!!!!!!
Ugh, so those of you who know what it is, don't ruin it and call that person (obviously, for those of you who have that person's number).
By the way, I finally put in my new belly ring. I thought it would be horrible and painful, but it just slipped right in! I know it takes a about a year for navel piercings to heal, but I think my tension ring had these scratches in it that irritated the piercing. But it's super cute! It's silver with a little light green jewel at the top and a bigger one on the bottom. It's very classic, which is what I wanted. I hate those huge, dangly, bling bling bullcraps with Playboy bunnies and other stupid things hanging down to my crotch. They look trashy.
In other news, the old lady I bought my poncho from at the Burlington Apple Festival delivered it to my house yesterday. I paid her more than she asked (she custom made it for me, made me extra stuff, AND delivered it to my house within a week!), and she got this teary-eyed thank you look in her eyes. Holy cow, I love old people! She said she simply couldn't take it, so I told her to put it in the collection plate at church on Sunday (she looked like a church lady). She was so cute and gave me a big hug and told me she'd pray for me. It makes me want to hand out $20s to every old lady I see. The poncho's kinda nerdy, but with the right outfit, I could rock it. Right now, I just wear it around the house. I LOVE this thing; it's like a blanket that I don't have to hold around myself! Genius!
Mr roommate, Kelly, keeps coming in here to ask about citation in APA format. She's cracking me up. I really love doing that type of stuff. Aside from making people smile, editing is my favorite thing to do. I'm really good at it, and not many people are, I'm finding. I figured writing a paper was the easier thing in the world for everyone to do, but I guess it's a skill a lot of people haven't really honed. I love all things regarding language; I get excited about speech, fiction writing, professional writing, and especially ripping someone's paper apart with a red pen in my hand. It's a kind of thrill that I don't get from doing anything else. I'm glad I'll be able to help people (my first and greatest passion and love), while writing and editing all the time (my second greatest passion and love). I'll have to write and edit grants throughout my career, which is a valuable skill to have. A lot of organizations would pay pretty much anything to have a quality grant-writer on staff.
Ok, I think I'm going to shower, do my nails, and, weather-pending, straighten my hair. I'm going to have to look cute tonight (par-tay!), so I'll have to check to see the frizz factor before I devote 45 minutes to straightening my hair, only to have it wave back up the second I step outside.
Until next time, keep those spirits up and smiles on!
XOXO,
Suzanne Marie
Monday, October 8, 2007
* Ohio is Klassy *
Yes, Ohio is by far the klassiest of all the 47 states...oh...I mean 50.
Jesus Lord above, please grant me the patience to deal with those people who destroy every effort I have made in the past 4 years to convince non-buckeyes that Ohio is a great, with-it sort of place. None of that crazy, trashy, hillbilly type of crap.
Let me explain my frustration. I arrived home on a sunny and abnormally warm October day (today), and I discovered an email from my dear friend Laura entitled, "Ohio...". I was very excited until I opened the email and it said "is KLASSY!". Oh, dear. There was also a link to a news article describing the wedding of a Springfield couple who married in...WAL MART! Jeez, fellow Ohioans, can we please keep the weird weddings out of the news?
Here's a rundown of weddings in Ohio I have recently heard about:
1. walmart wedding
2. camo wedding, complete with a camouflage bride's dress
3. taxidermy wedding. yes. like dead, stuffed animals. squirrels and shit. wow.
I'm not telling people to marry in churches with linen tablecloths and white dresses. I'm just asking that these awkward, ridiculous, backwoods weddings remain lost to the rest of the nation except by an accidental Google images search. Ohio IS a pretty progressive, metropolitan place, I promise!
Please post thoughts, because I'm sure you have some.
Jesus Lord above, please grant me the patience to deal with those people who destroy every effort I have made in the past 4 years to convince non-buckeyes that Ohio is a great, with-it sort of place. None of that crazy, trashy, hillbilly type of crap.
Let me explain my frustration. I arrived home on a sunny and abnormally warm October day (today), and I discovered an email from my dear friend Laura entitled, "Ohio...". I was very excited until I opened the email and it said "is KLASSY!". Oh, dear. There was also a link to a news article describing the wedding of a Springfield couple who married in...WAL MART! Jeez, fellow Ohioans, can we please keep the weird weddings out of the news?
Here's a rundown of weddings in Ohio I have recently heard about:
1. walmart wedding
2. camo wedding, complete with a camouflage bride's dress
3. taxidermy wedding. yes. like dead, stuffed animals. squirrels and shit. wow.
I'm not telling people to marry in churches with linen tablecloths and white dresses. I'm just asking that these awkward, ridiculous, backwoods weddings remain lost to the rest of the nation except by an accidental Google images search. Ohio IS a pretty progressive, metropolitan place, I promise!
Please post thoughts, because I'm sure you have some.
Wednesday, October 3, 2007
School is Hard. The Weekend Will be Fun. Dating is LAME.
I got a 75% on my Social Policy outline. This is because 2 of the girls in my group are complete idiots. They're not your average "I left my purse on top of the car and drove away" types. They decided to NOT cite sources, which in college, is a death sentence for grades (and perhaps an expulsion form the school). I wanted to kick them in the shins. Because of their idiocy (and because of my time crunch to not be able to fix it before we turned it all in), we got a C. I am PEEVED!
My Human Resources Management test was great. I got a 92, and didn't study! Before you say, "sheesh, Suz, why didn't you study? That's awful," I left my notebook in another class over the weekend and didn't have anything to study from. In my opinion, if I don't have to study to get an A, why bother? I have a huge take-home midterm for Social Policy due Monday, and I'm terrified. I am soooo lost!
I will be in West Virginia Friday and Saturday for the Apple Festival. Laura is selling these super cute onesies and toddler tshirts (Click here for the website! ), and she has a booth at the festival. It's her first time selling beyond the website, so it's a big step. Go Laura! I've spent countless hours getting ready for this thing, so you can how hard poor Laura has been working on it.
Ok, so there was this handsome kid named Elliott in my Business Ethics class. He's all about saving the world and social equality and stuff. Hot. I was brave enough to suggest we have a coffee date, and he replies, "I'm kinda involved with someone right now." First, how can someone be KINDA involved? Second, dating is sooooo lame. It's really impossible, I've determined.
Here's my breakdown of the dating scene:
70% of guys are idiots, jerks, sluts, or some combination of those characteristics.
Of the remaining 30%, 20% are in a relationship and 5% are gay.
That leaves me just 5% of the male population in the proper age group who are even worth having a conversation with, let alone date. How can a girl be expected to sift through all the crap to find Mr. Right?
Screw it, I'm just focusing on what I need to focus on, and maybe I'll just search for Mr. Right NOW!
My Human Resources Management test was great. I got a 92, and didn't study! Before you say, "sheesh, Suz, why didn't you study? That's awful," I left my notebook in another class over the weekend and didn't have anything to study from. In my opinion, if I don't have to study to get an A, why bother? I have a huge take-home midterm for Social Policy due Monday, and I'm terrified. I am soooo lost!
I will be in West Virginia Friday and Saturday for the Apple Festival. Laura is selling these super cute onesies and toddler tshirts (Click here for the website! ), and she has a booth at the festival. It's her first time selling beyond the website, so it's a big step. Go Laura! I've spent countless hours getting ready for this thing, so you can how hard poor Laura has been working on it.
Ok, so there was this handsome kid named Elliott in my Business Ethics class. He's all about saving the world and social equality and stuff. Hot. I was brave enough to suggest we have a coffee date, and he replies, "I'm kinda involved with someone right now." First, how can someone be KINDA involved? Second, dating is sooooo lame. It's really impossible, I've determined.
Here's my breakdown of the dating scene:
70% of guys are idiots, jerks, sluts, or some combination of those characteristics.
Of the remaining 30%, 20% are in a relationship and 5% are gay.
That leaves me just 5% of the male population in the proper age group who are even worth having a conversation with, let alone date. How can a girl be expected to sift through all the crap to find Mr. Right?
Screw it, I'm just focusing on what I need to focus on, and maybe I'll just search for Mr. Right NOW!
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)