What type of blogger are you?

I was browsing Hope Dies Last and saw her recent post about The Typalyzer (check it out) which is basically a website where you type in your URL. It analyzes your blog and spits out what type of blogger you are. It reminds me of the Myers-Briggs test.
Here’s where VSoL falls…

ISFP – The Artists
The gentle and compassionate type. They are especially attuned their inner values and what other people need. They are not friends of many words and tend to take the worries of the world on their shoulders. They tend to follow the path of least resistance and have to look out not to be taken advantage of.
They often prefer working quietly, behind the scene as a part of a team. They tend to value their friends and family above what they do for a living.

It’s interesting because I come from a line of artists from my maternal side. I do paint on a regular basis. The idea of an artists is more symbolic though and while I’m usually a take-charge person in school, I do operate my blog on the lines mentioned above.
The brain activity map says that while blogging, I rank highly on feeling (spirituality, harmony, rhythm) and sensing (order, details, habit) which makes sense too. I try to keep my blog orderly but I do try to explore different aspects of myself and the way society works.
Anyway, I’ve already checked out some of the people on my blog list and this is what has come up so far (and has been pretty accurate).
All of us virgins are either coming up as performers or artists. Guys are all coming up as mechanics (:
ESTP – The Doer’s - The active and playful type. They are especially attuned to people and things around them and often full of energy, talking, joking and engaging in physical out-door activities. The Doers are happiest with action-filled work which craves their full attention and focus. They might be very impulsive and more keen on starting something new than following it through. They might have a problem with sitting still or remaining inactive for any period of time.
ISFJ – The Nurturers – The quiet, devoted and sympathetic type. They are especially attuned to the present moment, the details of the task at hand and the people involved. They are not big-picture people and tend to be suspicious of future possibilities. They tend to trust history MUCH more than the future. The Nurturers enjoy safe and harmonic work places with few surprises and clear goals. Because they are so nice and generous people thay have to look out not to be taken advantage of. It might be important for them to learn to speak up for themselves.
ISTP – The Mechanics - The independent and problem-solving type. They are especially attuned to the demands of the moment and are highly skilled at seeing and fixing what needs to be fixed. They generally prefer to think things out for themselves and often avoid inter-personal conflicts. The Mechanics enjoy working together with other independent and highly skilled people and often like seek fun and action both in their work and personal life. They enjoy adventure and risk such as in driving race cars or working as policemen and firefighters.
ESFP – The Performers – The entertaining and friendly type. They are especially attuned to pleasure and beauty and like to fill their surroundings with soft fabrics, bright colors and sweet smells. They live in the present moment and don´t like to plan ahead – they are always in risk of exhausting themselves. The enjoy work that makes them able to help other people in a concrete and visible way. They tend to avoid conflicts and rarely initiate confrontation – qualities that can make it hard for them in management positions.

Why I haven’t posted any posts or been creeping on your blogs

1. My internet connection is a mother fucking son of a bitch
2. My vacation (maybe just for the weekend but I wanted to make you jealous)
3. School
4. School
5. My internet connection
6. I’m trying to get used to my new body (i.e. shopping)
7. Trying to deal with my drug addicted friend
8. Trying to figure out who I am (I know that’s a cop out)
9. Making friends with my sister who I made up with (again)
10. My job
11. School
12. My internet connection
Anyway, today’s goal is to get caught up.
P.S. I have a new appreciation for twitter since it’s basically little snapshots of your lives so I don’t fall too behind. So, if you have it, follow me or post your user here or something.
P.P.S. So I definitely had to restart this browser 3 times in order to try to post this. FUCK. I am so P.O’d. FUCK MY LIFE.

Leaving on a jet plane

In a few days to visit family. Flight/Transit time? 34 hours. Blog status will be: On hold in the meanwhile? I don’t know how well my cousin’s internet works but girlfriend does not use dial-up. No fucking way. So if you don’t hear from me next week, it means that I’m too afraid to look for internet cafes.
I’m going for about three months…ish, depending how depressed I get by the street children… or how broke I get from giving all my money to the street children. Yeah, good stuff. Always love a visit back to the home country.
So I cut out the sentence “One singular sensation, one singular dream” from different magazines and posted it on cardboard to put into my journal. I can’t find “dream” and that was the hardest one to find in the mags. Although after further thought that sentence doesn’t seem all as impressive as I thought it would be. Well, what else. All I have to work with are BMW catalogues, Elle and the occasional Walmart flyer. FML.

Kill me

So I pretty much redid my entire blog. It seems like I have a lot of time to kill. It’s really ugly but it suits my purpose and it suits me. Which doesn’t say much about me but whatev.
I also stuck everyone’s links on my Blog Surfer which I figured would save me for clicking on every link in my blogroll except the surfer is pretty much just filled by posts by this guy. And it’s mostly about turds. So either everyone else needs to start posting more or I need to figure out a more time efficient way to read everything.
This is what else I’ve noticed while being idle; I get angry more.
Seriously, I’m getting morally outraged about all sorts of shit that I wouldn’t give a rat’s ass about on a normal day.
Like my neighbour’s fence. Note to all fence putter-uppers out there: if you’re gonna put up a fence, how about you put up one that isn’t ugly as sin and has Irish Irish coats of arms and celtic symbols all over it. Newsflash: you’re asian. And we’re the only ones who can see your fence. And we know you’re asian. I don’t go around planting totem poles in my yard. And even if I did, they’d be tasteful.
It also occurs to me that I haven’t written out a Virgin Inversion for some time so here goes…

Don’t cut in front of me in the middle of an intersection

That’s a great life lesson. Especially if you’d like to keep your life, you idiot. Here are the basic rules of the road, they’re not important or written down anywhere or indicated by brightly painted arrows on the street but if you are in the right turning lane, you should generally turn right instead of driving straight and almost swiping the sideview mirror of the person in the left lane who is going straight.
I have about three more posts to go off about shit but honestly, I’ll save myself the sore fingers and take a valium instead.

Fucking My Comments Page

It only shows me like half a dozen of my last comments.
If you know me, you know that I’m a comment dumpster- I dump out comments like a mother.
So right, I read a few comments, scroll down and then… there’s nothing. Now what am I supposed to do? Actually click every blog I’ve ever commented on and check to see if anyone has replied? Fuck that shit. I’d rather get wasted.
If I’ve left you a comment and you think up of an amazingly witty reply to stick on there. I’m sorry.
I know you check it daily and wonder why the fuck I’m not dazzled by your brilliant wit.
Well, I probably would be if I ever read it. But I haven’t. Because Dashboard is an asshole.

I love you

That’s right, you, random poster. I cannot get enough of your blog. Of any of your blogs. I was up till 3:30 in the morning reading your blogs when I was supposed to be up at 5:30 (ick).
I love reading random posts. And it isn’t just the random button on the top-right corner of my screen, it’s any random post. I’ll find them anywhere, similar posts to mine (I get a kick out of the “similarities”), searching random tags (Madagascar 2 gave me a list of interesting posts), clicking on commenters blogs (not just people who comment on my posts, people who comment on anyones post)… it is all just really great.
I love reading about what people are thinking, what they’re doing, what they find interesting.
Seriously, you should find a random post. I know most people do this. If you’re reading this, you probably are. But even if you don’t do it on a regular basis, you should. If you have some time (or not time at all), read one. It’s good for the soul.
I was on a girl’s blog yesterday and I literally know pretty much everything there is to know about her life. She fascinates me. They all fascinate me.
It’s so damn interesting. More interesting than a Spielberg movie, more interesting than a Jane Austen novel. Because these are real live people. People with names. People who actually exist. Ordinary people just going about their lives facing obstacles just like me. They aren’t famous (well, not most of them), they have problems and their story is a work in progress.
So that means happy endings are always possible. I’m a sucker for happy endingsand these stories never end so even if the story is sad, I don’t have to fear because it will probably get better.
It reminds me of this encouraging, semi-existentialist quote:
Everything is okay in the end. If it’s not okay, then it’s not the end.