chibi_oniyuri

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Your Result



You Are Don-type

Analysis: Sharp-minded, shy and extremely scary when publically announcing your anger--which people have a hard enough time imagining. Once you have decided on something, there's no stopping you. You are a hard worker by nature, but you find that you cannot go that extra mile unless you are interested on what you are working on. Despite all your efforts, you tend to hide this quality from everyone. Your work habit takes things step by step, little by little, which helps you be the successful person you are in any given project.

You think before you act/speak and appear calm on the outside, even when you are nervous in the inside. You don't talk much, but you can say strong words that leave people in shock. You are a good listener when you want to be, but you have that stubborn side that can block out things you don't want to hear. A patient person, but even you have your limits. When that rope of yours cuts into two you are the strongest and fiercest being to walk this earth. You can adapt to any kind of environment, very co-operative and in a group of people, you make sure you get everyone's input before making a decision. You make sure that everyone knows who your enemies and friends are. Honest and unselfish, you act without profit or loss.

Warning: Your hardwork is being appreciated, whether you realize it or not. Just don't overwork yourself, since you tend to be a workaholic. Please keep your health in check: Are you getting your three meals per day? Excercising? Socializing? Sleeping? Neglecting the outside world can possibly lead you into the so-called "Mad Scientist/Intellectual", and I don't think any of us are looking forward to that. Don't be afraid to say "No" for a change when you know the person is only using you.

You are most compatable with a: A Mikey-type will more than likey be able to pull you out from your workaholic state and show you a fun time. When you are faced with a difficulty, an April-type will be there to help till it's done.

Advice: Get out and breathe the fresh air.




quiz at http://www.quizilla.com/quizzes/2761200/whats-your-tmnt-ff-personality



EDIT: And if anyone knows how to get the nifty little picture of Don here and could tell me, I'd appreciate it. Thanks!

Nicked from WA, Pi, and ProcurerFaith
( 65 out of 130 )

Edited: Sorry, forgot the lj-cut...

Tora would like to go to sleep now. Tora did not sleep well last night, for completely random, illogical reasons, and would entirely like to rectify this tonight, except she seems to be falling to the same restless feelings a second night in a row. This will not make for an effective Tora at work tomorrow~~

Taken from....uhhh....this window's been open for a while, so I don't remember, actually.

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....Monkey on a crossing bridge?! o.O Okay...

So...we have a new dog. He's beautiful and small, a Yorkie/Chihuahua mix. I adore him to pieces now, but when I first saw him...I smiled for my parents, I went through the obligatory petting, and then I retreated to the bathroom and bawled my eyes out. How easily it seems my baby is replaced.

Now, I have a new shadow. He's clingy and attention-seeking, and the way I'm describing him makes it seem like I see it negatively, but I don't. It might have something to do with the way he curls up in my arms and sleeps, but I love him.

The person I definitely don't love at the moment: dear daddy.

( Cut for ranting, liberal uses of italics and swearing, and constant addresses to a person that doesn't actually read this journal, thank the deities. Read at your own discretion. )

Perhaps I'm blowing it way out of proportion because my hormones are wacked out by SGH week. Maybe I'm so used to hearing insults behind everything he says that I'm reading too much into this. Somehow, I don't think so. And I'm tired of making excuses for his behavior.

I'd started writing another weather post earlier, then abandoned it because it seems like this journal is used only as a method to record the weather I'm going through. At the time, it seemed pointless to point out Texas's fickle weather.

Now, I'm posting about the weather anyway. Yesterday was warm enough for me to comfortably drive down the road with my window down. For a person who does the same thing during the merciless summer months, this is not a thing to be taken lightly.

Now, it's snowing. Like, huge flakes that I can perfectly see from across the street kinda flakes. Cars drove down my residential road not four minutes ago, and there is no sign now that they passed by. I can't see sixty feet down my street. It's snowing, and not the wimpy stuff I commented on last time. I almost feel like I'm back up north.... *watches snow in giddy childish enthusiasm*

I'm sorta concerned about my brother, though. I had classes in Uni today, but I'm out by eleven and beat the snow home by a good hour. My brother will be driving home in blizzard-like conditions (for Texas, at least, for this is the most I've seen it snow in the twelve years I've lived here), and he drives a particularly touchy car. One that hydroplanes at the sight of a slight sprinkle of rain. And it was raining before it was snowing, so for all I know there could be ice underneath that snow. Just watching people drive away after picking up their children from the school around the block, it doesn't seem that bad. Still, I'm an eternal worrywart, and I won't stop until my entire family is home again.

Until then, I'll wait. And maybe break out the hot cocoa again. *glances out window* It looks cold out there....

My mom's making stuffed green peppers for supper tonight. It's turning out to be quite an adventure.

Me: *walks into kitchen* O.O Wow, those are some big green peppers.

Mom: Yeah. The smaller ones looked kinda...ehh...today.

Me: *nods*

Mom: *stuff stuff*

Me: *helps*

Mom: And now to cook them. They won't all fir in the big pot, so I'll need a second one for the fifth pepper. *pulls out pot, sets pepper in, tries to put lid on but pepper too tall*

Me: *small grin*

Mom: Huh. Looks like I'll need a bigger one. *whips out another pot and repeats process, successfully this time* Alright, now for the others. *sets another pepper in main pot and quickly realizes that this is much too tall to put the lid on as well* Huh.

Me: *upgrades grin to quiet snickers*

Mom: I need the taller pot, but it's too narrow to fit all four in. And this pot over here *indicates pot with one pepper* is too small to fit two. What to do, what to do.... *blankly stares at me, silently reproaching me for laughing* Stop laughing or you won't get any tonight.

Me: *muffles laughing*

Mom: Hmph. *opens cabinets* Where are all my pots?!

Me: *dies laughing*

Mom: In the fridge, with the leftovers. What am I going to do now?! And you! *rounds on me* Quit laughing!

Me: *grabs stuff and runs to room, hoping not to bump into walls because she can't see through the tears*

~~Time passes~~

Mom: *comes in bedroom*

Me: *cracks up again*

Mom: *sticks out tongue* I got them all to fit in the pot. So there! *another stuck-out tongue, followed by proud walking off*

~*~*~*~*~*~

Yes, I love my mom. Such wackiness always ensues when she's in a good mood.

Whoo, I have to go recuperate. I haven't laughed this much in ages.

*wanders off*

I dreamed of him last night. I was just waking up and saw him on my floor. I was overjoyed to see him and laid down next to him, hugging and cuddling him to assure myself he was real. Normally, I have no sensations when I dream; I understand certain things should be there, but I don't feel them at all. But this, I felt. His fur tickling my fingers as I pet him, his smell when I buried my nose into his neck as I hugged him, his nose when he snuffled my face, his tongue when he licked away my tears. I remember feeling happy for the first time all week.

It only lasted for a bit. He eventually got up and, not wanting to lose him again, I followed. He led me out to the dining room, where the door to the backyard is. He sat patiently at the door, waiting for me to let him out. I didn't want to because I knew as soon as I lost sight of him, he'd really be gone. I protested, but eventually my parents told me that if he needed to go out, I had no right to keep him locked up inside. I agreed and let him out.

At first, he just sniffed around the grass. Then, he started wandering around our yard. He walked around the pool, and I started crying. He went around to the back, where I couldn't see him, and no matter how long I waited for him to come out on the other side, he never did.

I woke up crying and desperate to go back to sleep because I was convinced I'd see him again. I finally did, but instead I dreamed that my mother had burnt herself cooking. The burns were severe, so I called an ambulance. I waited with my mother, but the medics never came. I got called away for some reason, and I assured my mother I'd be right back. I left, handled the issue, and made it back in time to see some strange figure approaching my mother. I forced a confrontation and learned the figure was Death, and he didn't appreciate my interference. He'd called and canceled the ambulance and told me that death comes to all creatures no matter how much I wish otherwise.

Needless to say, I woke up distraught. I wonder how long it will take for someone to notice? Probably a while, as every time I feel the tears come again, I leave for some corner.

I suppose I should take this as a message?

Err...it's been a while, yes?

Things are going well here.... Alright, fine. Decently. Things are going decently here. Another semester at school has started. I'm enrolled in German II, Intro to Sociology, a chemistry course, and I'm taking Creative Writing online. All are fun so far, though CW is kicking my tail. We've started out learning and writing poetry, and I hate poetry. Or, more-so, I hate poetry I can't understand, and most of the ones the author of my textbook has chosen fall into this category. I find it difficult to write as well, but that's something I'll have to suffer.

On the other hand, CW has stirred some juices. Or maybe my muse has rejuvenated. Whichever it is, I am writing fanfics again. Whippee!

I also welcome a new fandom on board, and I blame whiteadelphi for it all. I have fallen headfirst into TMNT, and I'm loving it. Seriously.

I've also recently fallen several levels in Fanfic Hell. Though I'm not really willing to go into details, as it's a guilty pleasure, rest assured that I'm loving that too.

Last time, I wrote that I'd applied to nursing school. Unfortunately, I didn't make it in. I will be applying again. I'm crossing my fingers this time.

Hmm, it's been a while. Despite that, not much has happened at all.

I spent summer taking classes at the community college to prepare for my application to nursing school, which I am currently filling out. When I wasn't at work, I was enroute to class or in class. Otherwise, I was sleeping off my exhaustion.

Now, I'm taking regular, fall-semester classes: Anatomy and Physiology II, German I, Spanish I, English Comp II, Principles of Fitness and Wellness, and Yoga. I may be dropping the Spanish if my schedule isn't rearranged. The system had a brain fart and signed me up for MW 1220 classes, which probably wouldn't be a problem if I hadn't arranged all class days for Tuesdays and Thursdays so that I could be at work on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. I'll find out the results of that tomorrow.

I've recently turned 21 and avoided greeting the day after with a hangover, mostly by refraining from telling friends of the upcoming day.

The renters that lived in my old house (alright, my parents' old house, but I lived there as well) recently moved out, leaving behind roach colonies, stained carpets, multiple holes in the walls of every room, and beer cans galore. My dad flits between selling the house and keeping it, but we have to fix it up either way, and it's a giant pain in the bum.

And last but certainly not least, my oma is coming to stay for a month in exactly one week. I'm beyond excited.

In other news, Harvest Moon is eating my soul, and Draco Malfoy and flesh-eating zombies are invading my dreams. Dreams containing the former are much more pleasant than the ones containing the latter. I'm walking around in a haze brought on by insomnia, because I am now wary of falling asleep and being consumed in my dreams. It's gotten to the point that I stay up incredibly late in the hopes that I will fall into an exhausted, dreamless sleep. That typically backfires because I "see" things after everyone goes to bed and am terrified of every shadow. Any advice anyone can give will be welcome, as I'm going on a month of minimal sleep and it's really become a bother.

Huh...perhaps more has happened than I thought. It looks more...impressive written down. That's all for now....