Mosquitoes' Toes and Wampfish Roes, Most Delicately Fried

The iPod scramble & answer question [firing up iPod Wicket]

If you reached the top of Mount Everest, you would scream:
Mack the Knife (mkay...)

The next time you stand up in front of a group of people, you'll say:
Tryin' to Reason with Hurricane Season (maybe...it's been strangely uneventful thus far..knock on wood)

Your favorite thing to say when drunk is:
Padhasapa (must mean I don't make sense, huh? (it's a ravi shankar song- the sitar player))

Your message to the world:
Seek and Destroy (this is Jeff foxworthy, but it works)

When you think of your best friend you think:
Runaway (whisky tango foxtrot?)

Your deepest secret:
Shut Up (and sleep with me) (yes I confess I'm a closet lesbian nymphomaniac...and only half of that's a lie...)

Your innermost desire:
Weapons of mass deception (otherwise known as t&a)

Your oldest memory makes you think:
ewok feast/part of the tribe (uh, my oldest memory is being carried to cinderella's castle at age 2...??)

Somewhere in your wedding vows, you'll include:
dreamsicle (....)

On your deathbed, you'll whisper:
God's own drunk (always was a little sacriligious)

Your friends say behind your back:
Woman of the world (the question is as a compliment or an insult)

You say behind your friends' back:
Autour Du Rocher [around/about the rock/boulder] (the song itself is about Jimmy Buffett's restaurant in the caribbean that burned down, where the dancers might think they had seen the fires of hell beneath the gap-planked floor...)

Your opinion of MySpace:
Talk about the passion (some are....some aren't)

When you wake up in the morning, you mutter:
Without you (without...whom?)

If you found yourself lost on a desert island, you'd yell:
You (you! hey you! GET ME OFF THIS FUCKING ISLAND!!)

Right now, your feelings are:
Too much rain (too much rain in some people's lives....)

What's your excuse for reposting this:
Little green men (they made me do it!)

Your life's soundtrack:
Strawberry Fields forever (let me take you down, cause I'm going to....)

The day you fall in love will be the day that:
Son of a Son of a Sailor (meh?)

Your farewell message to the readers of this :
Cuban crime of passion (hmmm.....)

A friend had this on her lj. Why not give it a go....

becky, this is sad.
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In a Past Life...

You Were: A Lazy Jester. Where You Lived: South Africa. How You Died: Decapitation.

See, I always claimed my former life was a dyslexic bisexual....

Star Wars Horoscope for Taurus

You are a dependable creature, but you do tend to be stubborn. You like material possessions and love to win at games. You hate being bossed around or losing. You may succumb to your physical strength when upset. Star wars character you are most like: Chewbacca

and Gemini are ewoks....the sign following taurus is gemini...coincidence? I think not! ;)

Your Brain is 46.67% Female, 53.33% Male

Your brain is a healthy mix of male and female You are both sensitive and savvy Rational and reasonable, you tend to keep level headed But you also tend to wear your heart on your sleeve

ok, I'm done. somebody stop me before I quiz again.

Hm. So today was orientation at my school. Of course, school doesn't start for another 2 weeks, but you have to deal with the administration today. My boyfriend asked me to pick up his stuff for him as he was flying to California for some national youth leadership thing on technology. I knew the teacher who was doing schedules (she did the pageant I was in for the school in January) and she was cool about me picking up his schedule. I go to get lockers, and Luda's doing those assignments and he knows Scott, so he didn't mind a bit either. I get to the textbooks in the library and the helpers find all nine books for both schedules no sweat. I go up to the check out counter, and there's the evil lady from guidance/bookkeeping who hates me, mainly because I'm white. She checks my books after I dig through my purse to find my id, because the sign on the door said you only needed a student number. I ask her to check out Scott's books too, and you'd have thought I wanted to set a fire in the trashcan or something. She said, "I can't do that. We aren't allowed to check out books unless you have a photo id." I told her he was in California, and he'd asked me to get it, and she could confirm it by phone if she wanted to. Well, she still won't do it, even after I tell her she can put them on my card, and I'll be responsible for them, AND the test coordinator, who taught both of us sophomore year offers to vouch for both of us. Finally, I said, "I have a note from him, will that do?" So finally, she checks in his books except for one because the barcode's coming off. I had to go get another one while she moved on to someone else, and then when I come back she acts like I'm wasting her time just by breathing. Plus, she tells me not to go into his locker, but to put all the books in mine. Grr. Stupid paraprofessionals getting all high and mighty, I just hate that. One of the teachers that I think is teaching my AP euro history class was standing there, she'd heard it all, I asked her what I should do about a locker since they're being torn out and replaced. She said, "If you're done, I would put them in your car and get the heck outta dodge." Which is more or less what I did, after I put the books in my car and went back to get my parking decal.
Anywho, about all the problems and whatnot I've been having with my boyfriend scott: I think they're all mostly resolved. Poor guy, he gets off the plane and an hour later he's having to read my vitriolic post. He said he didn't know that some of that stuff was bugging me, and that he was sorry. I admitted that part of it was my fault, and I said I'd do my best to work on it. So, hopefully we've got it all straight and we won't fight or anything about it all again. I was going to stay at his house last night, but his parents weren't home (they stayed an extra day because the flight from South Africa was overbooked) and his older brother was like, "that's not a good idea." Perhaps the voice of experience speaking, but still it was kind of a bummer. It's kind of ironic, because we do stuff while his parents are home, and then when we're actually planning not to do anything, we're told not to. Go figure!
Good news! I found a recipe for a Greek dish I wanted to make. Happy! :)

More quiz results:

You Are A Relationship Rescuer! You don't ruin relationships, if anything you keep them together The key: you respect yourself and your guy. Which goes further than you might think. You simply treat your guy how you would like to be treated... the old golden rule. And in return, he treats you like gold - or at least tries. And how perfect is that Do You Ruin Relationships? Take This Quiz :-)

You Are a Natural Beauty! You're the kind of beauty that every guy dreams about... One that looks good in the morning - without a stich of makeup That's doesn't mean you're a total hippie chic though You have style, but for you, style is effortless What Type of Beauty Are You? Take This Quiz :-)

Ok, no more quiz results for a while...I'm sorry, I just get addicted to the darn things! @_@